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Eyes closed, Moritz slowly let out a breath as he felt a bump. Jostled a bit he did his best to keep his focus, trying to keep a picture in his mind of the spot he often meditated on. A large grassy field on the edges of a mountain... A stream of water coming down off the mountain and flowing into the grassy plain... But not normal water, instead it was the mental image in his mind of his djed. At the moment he was not trying to do anything with it like when he used Pathfinding, instead he was just focusing on it. Touching and examining it, trying to feel closer. A slow breath in... And then a slow breath out, picturing in his head... Trying to make it real. A ruffle of air, wind, cutting across the grass...
And then there was another bump, this time worse than before, and he slipped out of his seat on the wagon to land on the floorboard. Giving up on his attempt at meditation Moritz looked around, finding himself on the floor of the covered wagon he was riding in today. He also noticed that it had not been a bump that had unseated him, but the wagon stopping. Looking around then he realized the first bump was likely them going off the road, and then as they had come to their spot a sudden stop as the wagon settled into place abruptly. Looking up a bit he saw the sun was getting close to setting, and apparently the caravan had decided to stop for the night and take up camp.
Some days they road in a carriage, some days a wagon, other days Moritz would stretch his legs for a bit and move around on foot with an occasional break on a empty spot on a cart. The caravan was not too big, but was still a fair number of people. Enough to feel safe in a group, but not so many that it felt cumbersome.
Mostly it was made up of families of caravaners who made regular trips across established routes, with some random people added in who were picked up in one spot or another and joined the group. There were the people driving the carts, wagons, and carriages. People who cooked the meals. People who worked as guards... People who cleaned, and others who did maintenance if needed. Those who worked wood... Honestly the more he traveled with them the more he felt they were almost a small moving city, picking up supplies in each place and then moving on across the sea of road.
Stepping down from the wagon back Moritz stretched a bit, checking then to see where Evalynn was at and if she was ready to get out, if so offering her a hand down. Having come to a stop for the day many people began moving. Guards moved out to check the location, and beginning to take up checks around the perimeter. Others began setting up a small impromptu kitchen, pots over fires and other cooking surfaces, beginning the workings for dinner before long. Others began setting up tents of various sizes, some smaller for individual people, others bigger for families or things. With some time to kill before dinner and nothing specific needing doing Moritz turned to see what Evalynn was up to and wanted to do.
"Anything you want to do while they set up for the night and before dinner? I think we've got some time to kill, at least a bell or so based on prior days... If not I'm sure we can figure something out to keep us busy."
Moritz smiled at Evalynn as he spoke, still holding her hand if she had taken his offered grip to assist in her leaving the wagon, for the moment ignoring everyone else and pretending he was alone with just her. Which effectively he was, since most everyone else had something to do right then and where much too busy to look closely at them or pay attention to anything they said.
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