On The Road Again (Open)

[Duvain]

Time Stamp: Spring 89, 512 Morning Duvain was just in the middle of one of those dreams you wish you could stay in forever ....You know, the ones you're just thinking 'I really don't want to wake up' and then you do. Yeah, that kind of dream. And then she woke up. Her eyes were still closed as she was reflecting on the dream she vaguely remembered now that she thought of it. With a sigh she decided she needed to get up and opened one eye to peak about her camp. She was wishing it was still dark so she could tell herself to go back to sleep but as she peaked out from behind her one eyelid, the sky brought disappointment with a sun shining from in between the trees. As she got up, letting out an "Ugh", her back reminded her how hard the ground was (despite lying on a cot) and how she missed sleeping on her old bed at her grandmother's house. Duvain could not believe it had already been three weeks since she had left to travel the great unknown...At least the great unknown to her. And even after three weeks the ground was STILL hard to sleep on. After breakfast Duvain began packing things up from camp and tying things onto her saddle bag. She began whistling a marry tune that got her horse, Orodon's attention (for he began to huff and snort with much enthusiasm). When she saw the horses interest in her whistling, she bent over to Orodon's eye level and continued to whistle in his face. His ears perked up and gave her a curious stare which made Duvain break out into a grin that she wore well. She scratched the horse in between the ears and proceeded to saddle him. When she finished, she thought she heard something or someone coming her way. She looked around waiting to see what was coming, not necessarily worried about danger but more curious like almost any 18 year old female would be. As the sound of what she thought was galloping came nearer, Duvain spotted a figure upon a horse close the distance between them.