Completed Crossing Paths (Arken)

[Beshira]

"This thing smells terrible," Beshira replied sourly, the foul stench having invaded her senses even before she had neared it. She found it increasingly difficult to keep her balance on the horse, swaying uncomfortably and giving the impression that she might tumble off with the subtlest movements. Riding a horse didn't seem like something that she was going to get used to, despite that it seemed far too useful to pass up. It would save her an incredible amount of time during her hunting trips, she was almost shocked that she hadn't considered it before. Not to mention that the horse itself could carry some weight if she happened to come across large game like that boar she'd spotted earlier. Caught in her thoughts, she almost slipped off and readjusted herself by grappling onto the stranger. "Don't move," she said, wrapping her arms lightly around his waist. "I'm having enough trouble just staying on."

[Arken]

Arken stopped the horse for a moment while his passenger adjusted herself so as to prevent any kind of mishap. He felt a bit nervous when she put her arms around his waist then he scanned the snow for footprints of the boar. "Keep looking for the boar or go back to Syliras?" He tried to stay still as best he could while he waited her reply. "So this girl just casually accepts riders from strangers. Praying that they'll just happen to be nice and give her a ride to her destination. Quite interesting."

[Beshira]

"I wasn't hunting it," Beshira answered, her eyes glazing across the rows of spiraling trees and frayed, fruit-adorned bushes as the horse trotted onwards, still deep in thought. She was in a good position. The man could only see forward and his hands were up front handling the horse; her knife was easily accessible from the sheath attached to her belt, the prospect of killing him and taking the horse seemed all too simple. It would be easy to say that she'd found it roaming the woods and had decided to, on a whim, tame it and ride it on her way back. The only problem would be bringing this up to Trista in a roundabout way that avoided lying. She would never approve of this, not ever. Five years ago, she wouldn't have given a second's hesitation to putting an arrow through his skull and stealing his horse. Times have changed.

[Arken]

Arken continued to scan the snow for signs of any kind of tracks of anything he could possibly track. The thought came across his mind to get off the horse to see if that would help or something but then he realized the girl may take off with the horse. With the horse still halted he went back to combing snow out of the horse's mane. Reaching over his shoulder with his left arm he popped open his back pack slid his hand in the quickly withdrew a glass container filled with embalming fluid. The cap popped off he put the comb away and pull up his shirt part way.

For a moment he kept one hand holding his shirt up and used the other spread embalming fluid on his chest. After applying a fitting dosage he popped the cap back on and returned the vial to it's previous position in his bag. He put one hand at the base of the horse's neck. Leaning forward he whispered something to the horse to keep the horse still and once the horse made a nod understanding the command his head halfway to Beshira.

[Beshira]

Beshira did not question what the man was doing, but instead asked, "How much longer till we're there?" She readjusted in her seat, glancing at the horse as it craned its head in her direction. A sudden chill came over her, feeling a dark, unwelcome presence somewhere nearby. "I would prefer it if you could have the horse sprint the rest of the way." And by 'prefer,' I mean that damn well better be what you're going to do, she thought to herself.

[Arken]

Arken turned his head back to his horse. He ordered the horse to move forward but his order fell on deaf ears the horse begun to ignore him. "Uggh." he groaned and turned around to his passenger. "Bell or two." he then turned back to his horse and said a command to it to get it moving again. The command fell on deaf eyes again the horse turned his head and looked to him then looked to the ground sticking it's long tongue into the snow before it.

"Move" Arken gave one last shot at commanding the horse to move and this time the horse obeyed and after a few attempts he also got the horse to go into the right direction. "Off towards Syliras we go..."

[Accolade]

Beshira

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Detection	+ 1 XP
Observation	+ 1 XP
Riding	+ 2 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	First time on a horse
•	Trust only yourself
•	The mysterious horsemen

Arken

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Riding	+ 2 XP
Observation	+ 1 XP
Horsemanship	+ 2 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	The lone archer
•	A stubborn horse
•	Taking on a hitchhiker

Notes :

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