Belkaia seemed to have taken a liking to Arandia which wasn’t like the woman as she didn’t tend to make friends easily, or trust anyone for that matter. It had taken Dravite years to get close to her and for all the love she did give to him, Belkaia still had a way of seeming to distant and cold at times. It is because we have been abandoned, he told himself, not recognising Arandia’s natural warmth towards people through his own inability to offer it up himself. His suggestion to escort Arandia to Endrykas seemed as kind as he was in the mood for after the hell he had been through in the last few days.
“Don’t fuss,” Belkaia smiled at Arandia, “Just put it wherever it fits.”
Once Belkaia was on her horse Dravite lifted Kyanite into her arms and set his large hand on the boy’s leg as he spoke to his wife. “Not too far ahead, I don’t think I can keep up but I will try.”
Belkaia kissed the top of her husband’s head and three of them sat silently for a time, Dravite leaning heavily against his wife’s mount as he slipped away into a light trance, searching ahead of them in the Drykas webbing for any dangers he might find there. When he came to, Kyanite had taken a woven thread of his hair and tugged it sharply. “I’m going,” Dravite raised his hands playfully, signing the word hurry in Pavi to the impatient boy.
Getting on his horse proved more difficult than normal, forced to tighten the yvas so that it would not turn as he pulled his weight up onto the animal’s back and threw a leg over. Once he was comfortable, he loosened the yvas a little and felt Cree stubbornly suck in a great gulp of air to try and loosen the tie further. Dravite put his leg back and poked the animal in the soft part of his belly, causing the Strider to skip forward. “Stop being a pain,” He rubbed the animal’s neck and the small group soon set off.
They travelled in relative silence, just the light rumble of hooves against the dry ground and rustling grass breaking the peace. Dravite kept a close eye on Belkaia and his son, watching the way the boy gripped the yvas as if he had been born to the saddle of a Strider’s back. Pride swelled in the man’s heart, lifting his shoulders that were suddenly feather-light; it meant everything to him to watch his boy grow as strong and independent as he had fancied himself to be when he was younger.
Far away and dreaming and ignoring the dull pain in his side, Dravite had almost completely forgotten that Arandia was traveling with them until she spoke up, talking to herself or perhaps the stallion she was sat on. He looked over his shoulder at the woman quizzically, about to ask what she had said before she quickly cut him off and changed the subject.
”Where is your pavilion? Why were the three of you out there alone?”
The question seemed to send the man into another light daydream and quickly his thought went to his mother, Lazuli. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose as if to compose himself, not ready to talk about her or the group that had abandoned them. “I'm building my own pavilion,” the man admitted, “that is why we were alone, because we choose to be.”
Belkaia looked back over her shoulder and noticed that her husband had said something to the kind stranger. She made her horse slow down to allow the two of them to catch up to her. “Is something troubling you, my love?”
He was tempted to ask them both to stop and rest but they hadn’t been long enough into the journey to justify stopping now. “I was just saying that Endrykas can't be too far away,” he smiled at Belkaia and she returned the warm gesture before galloping on ahead.
Cree hated the pace, especially now that he had found a new friend in Beloved. He wanted to go fast and show the other Strider what he was capable of. Dravite felt the tension in the stallion’s muscles and the way he arched his neck, hammering his hooves against the earth heavily in protest. “We should rest soon, have something to drink and then try to get to Endrykas before sun down.” .
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“Don’t fuss,” Belkaia smiled at Arandia, “Just put it wherever it fits.”
Once Belkaia was on her horse Dravite lifted Kyanite into her arms and set his large hand on the boy’s leg as he spoke to his wife. “Not too far ahead, I don’t think I can keep up but I will try.”
Belkaia kissed the top of her husband’s head and three of them sat silently for a time, Dravite leaning heavily against his wife’s mount as he slipped away into a light trance, searching ahead of them in the Drykas webbing for any dangers he might find there. When he came to, Kyanite had taken a woven thread of his hair and tugged it sharply. “I’m going,” Dravite raised his hands playfully, signing the word hurry in Pavi to the impatient boy.
Getting on his horse proved more difficult than normal, forced to tighten the yvas so that it would not turn as he pulled his weight up onto the animal’s back and threw a leg over. Once he was comfortable, he loosened the yvas a little and felt Cree stubbornly suck in a great gulp of air to try and loosen the tie further. Dravite put his leg back and poked the animal in the soft part of his belly, causing the Strider to skip forward. “Stop being a pain,” He rubbed the animal’s neck and the small group soon set off.
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They travelled in relative silence, just the light rumble of hooves against the dry ground and rustling grass breaking the peace. Dravite kept a close eye on Belkaia and his son, watching the way the boy gripped the yvas as if he had been born to the saddle of a Strider’s back. Pride swelled in the man’s heart, lifting his shoulders that were suddenly feather-light; it meant everything to him to watch his boy grow as strong and independent as he had fancied himself to be when he was younger.
Far away and dreaming and ignoring the dull pain in his side, Dravite had almost completely forgotten that Arandia was traveling with them until she spoke up, talking to herself or perhaps the stallion she was sat on. He looked over his shoulder at the woman quizzically, about to ask what she had said before she quickly cut him off and changed the subject.
”Where is your pavilion? Why were the three of you out there alone?”
The question seemed to send the man into another light daydream and quickly his thought went to his mother, Lazuli. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose as if to compose himself, not ready to talk about her or the group that had abandoned them. “I'm building my own pavilion,” the man admitted, “that is why we were alone, because we choose to be.”
Belkaia looked back over her shoulder and noticed that her husband had said something to the kind stranger. She made her horse slow down to allow the two of them to catch up to her. “Is something troubling you, my love?”
He was tempted to ask them both to stop and rest but they hadn’t been long enough into the journey to justify stopping now. “I was just saying that Endrykas can't be too far away,” he smiled at Belkaia and she returned the warm gesture before galloping on ahead.
Cree hated the pace, especially now that he had found a new friend in Beloved. He wanted to go fast and show the other Strider what he was capable of. Dravite felt the tension in the stallion’s muscles and the way he arched his neck, hammering his hooves against the earth heavily in protest. “We should rest soon, have something to drink and then try to get to Endrykas before sun down.” .
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