Tazrae was glad to know more about her machete. It gave her confidence in swinging it around Bree’s head as she rode behind Randal’s long-legged strides. Bree seemed at ease too, which made Tazrae sit her saddle better. She was getting the hang of riding the Ixam across the jungle floor, though Bree promised her they’d learn climbing and tree hopping later on when they could go out alone. She watched Randal’s trailblazing a while, picking up pointers from his actions. She noted – and started doing – that he looked back often, so the trail behind him was as familiar as the trail moving forward. He also tended to mark the trail with slim crimson ribbons that could be seen from either direction. She’d have to pick up her own inexpensive cloth for such things as well. He was careful to hang them at eye level and make sure they could flutter enough to draw attention.
Most of what he did was habit, Tazrae noted. Randal spent a lot of time in the jungle and seemed to love the place. The young Innkeeper did too. Life was piled on life in the verdant green. Insects and birds and small lizards, snakes, even bigger things like cats roamed here in dense numbers, making the place less than safe. But out here, she felt alive. And with Bree alongside her, she had a constant companion that made her absolutely forget what loneliness was like.
“Randal…” She said suddenly. “Are there any more laws or rules to the jungle you can tell me about?” She asked, curiously. “There’s so much more I want to learn, but I feel like I’m not seeing the whole picture… a list of do’s and don’ts would be helpful.” She added, smiling at him as she shifted her weight in the saddle and readjusted her hold on the machete.
Randal paused, dropped back, and looked thoughtfully at her. “I’d say there was about fifteen rules, Taz. Can you remember that many?” He asked, amused, as she switched her machete to her left hand as he had fallen back on her right side. She didn’t want to take a chance of hitting him as she swung to relieve their pathway of greenery.
“Fifteen sounds reasonable… do they have an order?” She replied as Bree snorted, curious as to what the rules would be.
“Sure. I’ll start with number 15. It involves traveling…. When is the best time to do it?” He asked, looking at Tazrae thoughtfully. She flinched, thinking she hadn’t asked for a quiz, though his question did make sense to her. She took time to reflect and gather her thoughts before she answered.
“I would say you’d travel during the day and not at night. During the day you can see whats coming at you, where you are going, and hang markers you can visibly use to navigate. You can see the sun, moss growing on sides of trees, and you can easily see the direction of the flow of water which is also important. You can see weather coming, especially if you climb a tree, or even use that same climbing of a tree to try and see where you are. You can’t do any of that at night. Walking around at night is dangerous… you can trip over things, miss seeing traps, and get easily lost.” She added, looking thoughtful.
They moved on as they spoke. Randal agreed with her. “Yes, very good. But you missed the one critical thing you need to remember when you travel. Night is when all the big mean creatures come out to hunt. Big cats, predators of all sorts, and even certain snakes are nocturnal and they will be far more aggressive and looking for food at night. You can travel safely from some of these things during the day and then find a secure place you can hold up for the night and then do so until morning light again. That’s rule number fifteen.” He reiterated, then looked thoughtful. They’d come to a large stream and Randal had turned to skirt up its right bank to find a better place to cross.
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