87th of Autumn, 515AV
On the morning of the eighty-seventh, Ixzo was woken by the clanging of buckles and the thumping of the various packages being loaded onto the cart. Scrambling out from her bedroll, Ixzo quickly rolled it up. She had slept in her clothes the night before, partially because she was nervous about the move, and partially because it was warm to sleep in all her clothes. Deftly, the kelvic rolled her bedding up, stuffing it into her hefty bag where her tent had already been packed along with her few belongings. It was a bit heavy, but Ixzo found she could carry everything on her back.
Yet Injal had requested she stay with his Pavilion that night, in preparation for the next day. But once she had got there, there wasn't much to do. Everything nonessential had been loaded, and a single tent and bedrolls as well as food for the morning were laid out. By the time Ixzo ducked out of the near empty tent they had all shared, the oxen were tacked up and ready to pull the things, everyone had mounted their horses tacked up, and as soon as she ducked out she ran into one of Injal's wives, who grinned at the thin Kelvic and offered her breakfast.
After wolfing down the eggs, not willing to take more, Ixzo hurried to help the family wrap up the large tent, maneuvering it onto the wagon.
By the time they all set out, the sun had just past its rising. Injal rode up to her, the only one on foot, with his strider, frowning at the weight on her back. Usually it might not have been a problem, but she hadn't been terribly healthy these past seasons and with the cold, was already breathing heavy. "Here, you will sit in the wagon." He instructed, and Ixzo nodded, following his horse towards the wagon. Two children, who had not yet bonded, were supposed to be sitting in the wagon, but Ixzo didn't see them. For a moment she panicked, hooking a foot on the edge and lifting herself towards the seating. Only once on the sitting area did she see two heads poke out from the supplies at her. They were playing like a fort. Ixzo smiled at them and adjusted to sitting down. But she was surprised to see Injal himself step off his strider and climb into the wagon with her.
On the morning of the eighty-seventh, Ixzo was woken by the clanging of buckles and the thumping of the various packages being loaded onto the cart. Scrambling out from her bedroll, Ixzo quickly rolled it up. She had slept in her clothes the night before, partially because she was nervous about the move, and partially because it was warm to sleep in all her clothes. Deftly, the kelvic rolled her bedding up, stuffing it into her hefty bag where her tent had already been packed along with her few belongings. It was a bit heavy, but Ixzo found she could carry everything on her back.
Yet Injal had requested she stay with his Pavilion that night, in preparation for the next day. But once she had got there, there wasn't much to do. Everything nonessential had been loaded, and a single tent and bedrolls as well as food for the morning were laid out. By the time Ixzo ducked out of the near empty tent they had all shared, the oxen were tacked up and ready to pull the things, everyone had mounted their horses tacked up, and as soon as she ducked out she ran into one of Injal's wives, who grinned at the thin Kelvic and offered her breakfast.
After wolfing down the eggs, not willing to take more, Ixzo hurried to help the family wrap up the large tent, maneuvering it onto the wagon.
By the time they all set out, the sun had just past its rising. Injal rode up to her, the only one on foot, with his strider, frowning at the weight on her back. Usually it might not have been a problem, but she hadn't been terribly healthy these past seasons and with the cold, was already breathing heavy. "Here, you will sit in the wagon." He instructed, and Ixzo nodded, following his horse towards the wagon. Two children, who had not yet bonded, were supposed to be sitting in the wagon, but Ixzo didn't see them. For a moment she panicked, hooking a foot on the edge and lifting herself towards the seating. Only once on the sitting area did she see two heads poke out from the supplies at her. They were playing like a fort. Ixzo smiled at them and adjusted to sitting down. But she was surprised to see Injal himself step off his strider and climb into the wagon with her.
