Kia mumbled curses at the large ouf..Scrathing her head she wondered what she got herself in..uncorking her jug she lifted it up.." Nooo.." Kia had forgotten she was out..The area around her scar began to burn with her sober state.." Hey you!..Is there any booze at this dojo..Or else I am leaving.." Grimancing she rubbed the aching wound long since healed physically..Mumakai smiled, then winced at the pain and the aching of his back. So that's what it feels like, old memories. They hurt too much to smile...
(Mumakai has a long history, even though he is a young man)
Hijri pranced(or tromped?) through the forest and over rocks, trying to impress kia. "TO THE DOJO!!!"