Irriari looked forward into the forest, satisfied that Torrel wasn’t about to drop dead in the next chime. She busied herself looking into the tree line, twisting her neck to try to see past the thickets of brambles and thorns that had surrounded a young sapling. While she doubted that a large predator could hide behind a grouping of foliage that was so small, it still made her uneasy to be unaware of what lay on the other side of the brush.
She nodded absentmindedly as Torrel asked that she kill him if he became a burden.
“So, you want me to kill you if you become an issue? Got it.”
The zith glanced backward and smiled slightly, hoping that her brisk affirmation hadn’t been taken too seriously. Thankfully, Torrel didn’t seem too bothered by her comment, and the duo moved forward, walking further into the forest.
After Irriari passed the thicket of brambles, she bent down to the ground to examine the hoof prints the horse had left in the damp earth. The prints were dug in deep towards the back, while the horses front hoof prints were barely pressed in at all. Clods of dirt surrounded the edges of the impressions where the downward force of the horse’s movement caused the soil to be flung upward. Irriari gestured at the tracks as Torrel moved forward.
“We shouldn’t have any issues finding it, unless it starts to rain.”
Irriari glared upward towards the canopy, knowing that rain was a distinct possibility in the wild lands. Their journey was largely uneventful, though Irriari stopped a few times to examine a plant or the direction of the tracks. The tracks faded when they approached a grassy meadow, but the wolves had trampled down enough of the grass to provide a general idea of where the horse had ran to.
A few chimes later, the horse found its way back to the pair, and Irriari chuckled at the relief on Torrel’s face. As he righted himself on his horse, Irriari addressed him.
“I’m going to stay on foot this time, in case we get attacked again. With luck, we can make it back to the ferry in four or five bells.”
OOCYou can wrap it up here, if you like, or we can go on for a post or two more.
She nodded absentmindedly as Torrel asked that she kill him if he became a burden.
“So, you want me to kill you if you become an issue? Got it.”
The zith glanced backward and smiled slightly, hoping that her brisk affirmation hadn’t been taken too seriously. Thankfully, Torrel didn’t seem too bothered by her comment, and the duo moved forward, walking further into the forest.
After Irriari passed the thicket of brambles, she bent down to the ground to examine the hoof prints the horse had left in the damp earth. The prints were dug in deep towards the back, while the horses front hoof prints were barely pressed in at all. Clods of dirt surrounded the edges of the impressions where the downward force of the horse’s movement caused the soil to be flung upward. Irriari gestured at the tracks as Torrel moved forward.
“We shouldn’t have any issues finding it, unless it starts to rain.”
Irriari glared upward towards the canopy, knowing that rain was a distinct possibility in the wild lands. Their journey was largely uneventful, though Irriari stopped a few times to examine a plant or the direction of the tracks. The tracks faded when they approached a grassy meadow, but the wolves had trampled down enough of the grass to provide a general idea of where the horse had ran to.
A few chimes later, the horse found its way back to the pair, and Irriari chuckled at the relief on Torrel’s face. As he righted himself on his horse, Irriari addressed him.
“I’m going to stay on foot this time, in case we get attacked again. With luck, we can make it back to the ferry in four or five bells.”
OOCYou can wrap it up here, if you like, or we can go on for a post or two more.
