Octopath Travelers, plus one

Chapter 2

Isla was right. She was currently regretting all of her life choices, including being born. She was tired, had a huge headache, and had only made it to a third of the way to noblecourt. And to top it all off, tressa absolutely found it necessary to, not sing, but BELT an old rippletide sailing song. "Okay, the suns going down, we'd better get some rest before heading out tomorrow. Let's all settle down." Alfyn said. "In other words Tressa, put a sock in it." Isla said. Therion laughed. "I'm sorry tressa, but Isla has got a point. We all have headaches." Ophilia pointed out. "Urgh! You guys have NO appreciation for music." Tressa whined. "Tressa, that was NOT music. That was a cliff birdian's mating call!" Isla retorted. "Alright, alright, I know we are all tired, so let's just set up the tents, eat, and get to sleep." Alfyn said. She looked at therion, who mouthed 'thanks' to her in an exaggerated motion. She gave him a thumbs up. "We are out of the foode. I musten goeth on the hunt." Haanit said. "I'll come with!" Isla said quickly. She did not want to be stuck with the merchant child any longer than she had to. "Goode. Linde. Come." The huntress remarked. Isla picked up tevin and her scimitars, and followed the huntress. "I am uncertain aboute the small creature. Are you sure you wante to bringeth it along?" Haanit asked. "He can hold his own in battle." Isla remarked. "You wouldn't leave linde behind, would you?" She asked. "Goode point." Came the huntress's blunt reply. They left. They trekked through a nearby tree clump, as Isla insisted they called it, and haanit agreed. (its not a forest, but its not a bare land either!) After a while, they ran into some marmots. Tevin hissed, while linde growled. "Welp. Found dinner. Now we just have to make it edible." Isla said with a smirk. "I thinke i mighte take a liken to you, Isla." Haanit said. "Same, but the other way around, haanit." Isla said. The marmots chattered angrily. They rushed towards. Not much longer, they had hauled the dead marmots back to camp. Tevin rumbled happily, as he stared down the marmot which he had helped kill. He had slapped it unconscious with his tail, while haanit shot an arrow through it. "I just realized something!" Tressa said. "We have to come up with a new name! There's nine of us now!" She wailed. "I have one! How about the nonapath travelers? Nona means nine!" Cyrus said. "No! Its not the same!" Tressa started to cry. "Oh gosh." therion mumbled. "Tressa, if its so much of a big deal, then how about the octopath travelers, plus one?" Ophilia asked. "O-okay." Tressa said, wiping her tears. Geez, what a brat, Isla thought and as she looked around, she could tell the thief was thinking the exact same thing. "Now I've embarrassed myself, huh?" Tressa mumbled. Primrose leaned in and whispered, "she's got a little crush on therion." Isla giggled softly. "And how would you know that?" She asked. "She blushes every time he looks at her. Its that, or she feels a little like she needs to prove herself." Primrose said, forgetting they were whispering. "Hey!" Tressa yelled angrily. Without thinking, Isla asked something, meaning as a joke. "I could pry into her mind if you'd like." Everyone went silent. Isla cursed herself in her head. Finally, after moments of silence, Cyrus spoke up. "You are mentis imperium?" He asked excitedly. "Yeah." Isla muttered, feeling the need to smack her head into a tree. "Mentis imperium?" Tressa asked, confused. "Mind control." Isla said quietly. "Can you demonstrate?" Cyrus asked, pulling out a notebook. At that, almost everyone looked away. "No." Isla said. She hadn't even started her dinner, as she placed it in front of hagen and linde, for them to eat. There wasn't a whole lot for them anyways. She retreated to her tent, crawled into her sleeping bag, shoved her face into her pillow, and whimpered. She wasn't going to let herself cry. Biting her lip to keep the tears from falling, all was quiet. Muffling her sobs, she curled up in her bag and shoved her pillow into her face. After that, she fell asleep. Hours later, she woke up with a start, breathing heavily. She couldn't remember what her dream was about, probably about Tejano. She stood up, to find a sleeping Ophilia on the other side of the tent. She seemed like she was having a nightmare too. Isla didn't know what it was, but she walked forward and brushed a hand on Ophilia's shoulder. She saw a young girl crying as she watched her parents die. Isla pulled away, ashamed of herself. Yet, she still wanted to help. She put her hand back on Ophilia's shoulder and searched her mind for a better memory. She saw two little girls playing together in the snow. She pushed the nightmare to the back of Ophilia's head and had her think of the other one. Ophilia stopped turning and breathed. Isla saw a small smile on her sleeping face. Isla walked out of the tent, only to find therion sitting by the fire. He looked at her, and then looked away. "I can help you." She found herself whispering. "I don't need help." Came his angered reply. "Thinking you can just pry into peoples pasts, making them feel better? No thanks, I'm going to bed." He said, a bit louder, retreating towards her tent. Isla stayed quiet, then started to cry again. She ran into the grassy hills, pulled her knees to her chest, and cried.