Cora casually plucked the bar out of the air, giving it a dismissive look. She never saw any food like this, it looked like hard mush. But any food was good food after two days, and she was so close to opening it right there. But... That would mean she admitted Sig had a point. His insults rolled off her shoulders, but the idea of food stuck. She really was hungry, but the warehouse was a half-day's journey from here. A fair distance, but Appling was only 45 minutes beyond that. Hell, perhaps they could hole up in Appling for the night and feast, then travel to Atlanta in the morning.
Ah, he found her most silly weakness. Food. Sustenance. She had a craving for it, as she always did. It was a bad thing to have these days, a constant yearn for munchies. So it was a choice she was quite torn between: going to Atlanta directly (which was an hour closer), or raiding a warehouse and taking a round-about trip that would delay them another day. She didn't even know what was in Appling. Were there rich to steal from, or just the poor? Did they have green houses like in Atlanta? How was their security?
This thought occurred to her last, but she knew the Elementals needed more training. Atlanta was overrun with Vygorns, maybe it would be best if they hung back in Appling for a little while. She remembered Phil being incredibly uncomfortable with Atlanta, and she knew personally the city didn't hold the nicest memories for her either.
Jesse, my love... Cora had ignored that part of her for so long, she almost forgot her past life in the city. About the terrible moments that drove the star-stricken lovers apart and caused her to run away to the Haven.
Will became infuriated with Sig, excusing himself after. Phil followed him before she could, so she let those two be. Sig tried to persuade Yahtzee, but he handled the situation the best out of all of them, and Cora felt a twinge of shame. She let her anger get the best of her. How could anyone have faith in her if she flew off the handle like that?
Ugh... She face-palmed, reacting to her own thoughts.
As Yahtzee turned to Cora the first true smile of the day graced her lips, and she nodded. "That... was beautiful. You haven't been here long, but I'm proud of you. You've internalized Kyra, maybe better than I have."
Sig didn't make sense. She couldn't resist speaking up at this point, her voice at a level tone. "Yes, we want to save Kyra. But what makes you think we're not after Vrail's head too? These things will come in good time. And, about the guns, the military is overstocked with such things. We could take and take and they'd still find more."
Eventually Sig posed the final question, the one everyone was so concerned about. "The sooner we move the sooner we arrive. Someone call Kettlehead and his buddy. Decide where we're going, fast."
Cora glanced back at Yahtzee, trying to find an answer in his eyes. Her thoughts veered to Kyra, Mother Earth. The silent Lady who had struggled longer than centuries. If her spirit were here, what would She do? Cora puzzled over this, slowly looking back at Sig with a distant gaze. Maybe... Yes, perhaps.
Her eyes glinted with clarity. "We'll do it your way, Sigsmund. Our ultimate goal will be traveling to Atlanta, but we're not ready for the challenges awaiting us there. Our first stop will be that warehouse you mentioned, and we will travel to the city of Appling thereafter to feast, to train, and to begin weaving the legend of the Elementals. And then, with Kyra at our backs, we will march to Atlanta and take back what is rightfully the world's!" She raised a triumphant fist in the air.