Aleksandra sold the wagon, against Storka's wishes. It was small, but the woman preferred to lounge instead of ride. Still, Aleksandra knew that the older woman was less feeble than she let on. With the money from the wagon, she was able to buy better bags for the horses, made of strong leather and canvas. As she purchased supplies and furnished the horses with them. Storka had grumbled about staying behind, taking her horse back to the city with Barnstorm, and Aleksandra had told her she was welcome to do so. Even if the old woman left them, she got the feeling they would not be free of the strings she pulled.<br/><br/>It might be easier to travel across the flats without the elder woman. She heard Maleki up the next morning, and began to rise herself, only to hear his terse words a few moments later. She left Storka sleeping, but exited the tent a moment later, holding in her hands a few eggs she had purchased with the extra money she had gathered in one hand and what was left of his purse in the other.  "We'll need a pot or a pan, but I thought these might help us start the journey.  There's also a bottle of something I thought you might enjoy later, on your horse. Oh, and your shirt, it's in one of the satchels as well." The others were likely still asleep, this could be their secret for now.  She set the pouch of coin near him and left the eggs nestled next to the fire for now, before she made her way over to where they had tied down the horses. The pan she brought back was not fancy, but it was sturdy and well-made.<br/><br/>"Storka doesn't want to go with you, she threatened to leave. I think I might tell her to stay behind and that I will return for her later on." Her voice was quiet, but she stood next to him, placing the pan over the fire.  She let it heat for a moment before she gathered up the eggs again. "I don't think she's about to let me out of this grand destiny, or you, but...The Flats are not really a place for a woman of her age."  She hoped this meant a little bit of freedom for the two of them, even if it was a false sense of freedom.<br/><br/>"Barnstorm would likely put her up for a bit, he's more charmed by her than he is by me, and that's saying something." But it wasn't, not really. Storka had no qualms about using magic to get what she wanted out of people, at least in small ways.<br/><br/>"Do you want me to encourage her to stay behind?" She looked directly at Maleki, arching a brow.