1 [Refugee Camp] Little Soldier Boy Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:36 am
Verdandi
D-rank
Verdandi was sitting with her subordinates at a campfire and casually munched away at some smoked meat that the locals had provided them with. Months had gone by since the refugees arrived from the vast amount of ships from Kirigakure’s huge fleet as they returned back home from their war in the desert lands. Most of it had been successful at first, but their goal to really repair the country had been cut short and the battle of Inabayama had driven the remaining nations from their actual desire to remain any longer in the desert graveyard it had become. Many of the refugees were happy to leave the country in its current state. But as usual, grass would grow over wounds. The actual removal of criminals and radicals lowered the crime rate massively. With most of the nation’s troops gone, the broken sand was experiencing a silent peace. There were still squabbles and battles between locals and bandits. But whispers of rebuilding efforts came through the desert lands. Many cities were collecting their resources and finding ways to start anew. To make a better wind country for themselves. For this very reason and a few political additions. The refugees had been informed that their longing would be answered. Their wish to return back home to the very shore they came from would be granted and that preparations had been set into motion. Verdandi had overseen the camp since the very day she had led this people here to their safety. Many troubles with refugees from other places had already been dealt with. They had been sent to their new homes and given permanent residence in the land of mist or the land of snow, depending on their preferences. The ones that were still here, were those who wanted to not linger in their foreign safety for long.
No, these people were sunaan at heart and would feel the call of their desert homeland. Verdandi could understand them all too well. The princess of the snow land had made her reputation within the camp as well. Having dealt with the undesirables from the blood country and removed their ill influence from the refugees in general. As leader and overseer of this camp, everyone here would know her name at least. Not everyone would like her. Some of the refugees would forever see the great nations as oppressors and tyrants. But dealing with about over 200’000 people, there would always be a bunch that weren’t quite happy with whatever situation they were in. Verd gave them a new, temporary home. Provided them with food and water. Even made sure that they were comfortable, warm and content with their stay. She had many of her officers guard the place to keep them safe from the wildlife surrounding all of these parts in kiri. The soldiers would specifically mount the borders of the camp and not act like they were guarding the sunaan people as if they were prisoners. If anyone wanted to leave this place they could. No one was forcing them to stay. They were people. Free people. But they would stay for the knowledge that their hosts had promised them to help them return back home once it was all ready and safe and Verdandi was a person that would always stick to her promises. A few of the elderly sunaan that Verd had grown quite fond of joined her and her men at the campfire. Telling the young snow princess stories about castles and large cities in the sand. About the days were Suna was once one of the most powerful nations in the entire world.
It was dark. The sun had already left. The soft glimmer of the moon would shine down upon the refugee camp. But it wasn’t sleepy time yet. The camp was still awake. People would come together all over the place and share their precious time to socialize with each other. Verdandi’s eyes were fixed on the old sunaan elder who talked about the wind country’s beautiful mountains and canyons. She knew it was true. She had been there. Seen its glory with her own eyes. But the way the campfire made its rattling noises. The way the light of it illuminated the faces of her friends and these kind people. It was just so catching and comforting. She felt like as if she could lose herself within the calm resonance of his voice. A big smile would cover her face. Everyone was silent. Watching him talk. It was a good day.
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No, these people were sunaan at heart and would feel the call of their desert homeland. Verdandi could understand them all too well. The princess of the snow land had made her reputation within the camp as well. Having dealt with the undesirables from the blood country and removed their ill influence from the refugees in general. As leader and overseer of this camp, everyone here would know her name at least. Not everyone would like her. Some of the refugees would forever see the great nations as oppressors and tyrants. But dealing with about over 200’000 people, there would always be a bunch that weren’t quite happy with whatever situation they were in. Verd gave them a new, temporary home. Provided them with food and water. Even made sure that they were comfortable, warm and content with their stay. She had many of her officers guard the place to keep them safe from the wildlife surrounding all of these parts in kiri. The soldiers would specifically mount the borders of the camp and not act like they were guarding the sunaan people as if they were prisoners. If anyone wanted to leave this place they could. No one was forcing them to stay. They were people. Free people. But they would stay for the knowledge that their hosts had promised them to help them return back home once it was all ready and safe and Verdandi was a person that would always stick to her promises. A few of the elderly sunaan that Verd had grown quite fond of joined her and her men at the campfire. Telling the young snow princess stories about castles and large cities in the sand. About the days were Suna was once one of the most powerful nations in the entire world.
It was dark. The sun had already left. The soft glimmer of the moon would shine down upon the refugee camp. But it wasn’t sleepy time yet. The camp was still awake. People would come together all over the place and share their precious time to socialize with each other. Verdandi’s eyes were fixed on the old sunaan elder who talked about the wind country’s beautiful mountains and canyons. She knew it was true. She had been there. Seen its glory with her own eyes. But the way the campfire made its rattling noises. The way the light of it illuminated the faces of her friends and these kind people. It was just so catching and comforting. She felt like as if she could lose herself within the calm resonance of his voice. A big smile would cover her face. Everyone was silent. Watching him talk. It was a good day.
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