In truth, the only reason Sonya voted for the island was because, as far as she could tell, it was the lesser of the tree evils. The snowy world might've been secure, but she wouldn't trust the gods to provide adequate clothing as well as food for their survival; the jungle may've provided means of finding food and shelter, but structurally, they all had enough to deal with besides flooding and weak shelters. The islands might be rough without boats, but she felt safer in the stone structures than she would in the snow or wood.
She was just glad there was an empty room in Spire 3 she could camp out in. She'd share it of course, but she would still take advantage since her own 'home' was on another island.
Along with guard duty (what she could manage), she spent most of her time constructing and watching traps. So far, they've kept a good supply of food rationed, but she agreed with Curufin that for the moment, it was better to be prepared. The latest trap she'd set had managed to catch a large..what she could almost call a hybrid between a reptile and fish, if that was even possible.
That didn't stop her from dispatching and quickly skinning it for its meat.
June 7th; guards HQ/training ground: closed to Margery Tyrell
With Margery on the same island as her, and the training ground along with them, Sonya saw no reason why they couldn't continue their lessons, if for no other reason then to form a kind of stability within this realm. Since April and having them several times a week, she'd been able to move from simple punches and kicks, to body throws and grappling, to free one's self as well as engage. That Margery was a quick study also helped move things along.
The coast line ensured the weather was cooler than was in their last setting, so starting so early in the morning wasn't a necessity-yet she kept at it just for habit. With so much going on, unless there was an emergency, they kept at the same schedule.
Once Margery arrived, they went through the usual warm ups of a few easy punches and kicks, just to warm up the muscles and get the heart beating.
Sonya Blade | North Island
In truth, the only reason Sonya voted for the island was because, as far as she could tell, it was the lesser of the tree evils. The snowy world might've been secure, but she wouldn't trust the gods to provide adequate clothing as well as food for their survival; the jungle may've provided means of finding food and shelter, but structurally, they all had enough to deal with besides flooding and weak shelters. The islands might be rough without boats, but she felt safer in the stone structures than she would in the snow or wood.
She was just glad there was an empty room in Spire 3 she could camp out in. She'd share it of course, but she would still take advantage since her own 'home' was on another island.
Along with guard duty (what she could manage), she spent most of her time constructing and watching traps. So far, they've kept a good supply of food rationed, but she agreed with Curufin that for the moment, it was better to be prepared. The latest trap she'd set had managed to catch a large..what she could almost call a hybrid between a reptile and fish, if that was even possible.
That didn't stop her from dispatching and quickly skinning it for its meat.
June 7th; guards HQ/training ground: closed to Margery Tyrell
With Margery on the same island as her, and the training ground along with them, Sonya saw no reason why they couldn't continue their lessons, if for no other reason then to form a kind of stability within this realm. Since April and having them several times a week, she'd been able to move from simple punches and kicks, to body throws and grappling, to free one's self as well as engage. That Margery was a quick study also helped move things along.
The coast line ensured the weather was cooler than was in their last setting, so starting so early in the morning wasn't a necessity-yet she kept at it just for habit. With so much going on, unless there was an emergency, they kept at the same schedule.
Once Margery arrived, they went through the usual warm ups of a few easy punches and kicks, just to warm up the muscles and get the heart beating.