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Dry toes

Sat May 23, 2020 3:59 pm

OCC: Set right after this thread

Annoyance lingered in the lines of the brawler’s face even as the distance grew between them and the nosy pair that had spent a good chunk of their precious time toying with his nerves. Jamie, most likely still feeding off of the attention she had received from the shameless female, remained silent. Somehow she still managed to irk without words, her insolence showing through the extra teeth in her smile or the upbeat rhythm of her gait.

Even after so many years traveling together he still didn’t get it. The only thing he must do to get his daughter to stop tormenting him was to stop making it so damn fun. His distress – and this was an opinion shared by quite a few individuals – was a very amusing thing to witness. To think that he hadn’t yet discovered that these strangers had stolen more than just his peace of mind. Oh how much fun Jamie would be having then.

The breeze shifted and the foreboding scent of incoming rain had the Mexican pausing in his tracks. As much as he wished to hurry onward to conduct his dealings with the shady Kingdom he had to think more like his diplomatic (nerd) brother and consider the kind of impression two soaked travellers would make demanding the attention of the Leadership at the borders under such unfavorable climatic conditions. Unprepared, informal, sloppy.

”We must find a spot to camp.” He said gruffly. His daughter, following his line of thought looked up to the sky. The shade of grey had deepened quickly but luckily no thunders could be heard, suggesting that the incoming rain wouldn't develop into a storm. The bad weather should pass relatively quickly. However with their merchandise in tow even a moderate downpour was worrisome. The spices and the other dry consumables would easily get ruined should water seep into their containers.

She snorted in disdain to their luck and nodded, clutching the mule’s lead to urge it forward.

The buildings in the area were all one or two stories high, likely residences of small families during the era that came before. Inexpensive construction resulted in completely or partially collapsed structures, those still standing likely unstable. ”Be careful, we need a roof but let’s make sure it doesn’t fall on us while we sleep.” He said before they took their separate ways in order to find a suitable shelter more quickly.

Miedoso huffed as he was separated from the other equine, his nervous demeanour easily attributed to the many scents left behind by other luperci travelers, some more recent than others. Mindful of this Rocky kept an ear out for any nearby loners as he approached what remained of an old grocery shop that looked intact enough to be worth checking out

Re: Dry toes

Sat Jun 06, 2020 6:25 pm

[--WC] Sorry bout the wait! <3 thanks so much for starting!

Sometimes prey trails took him out far, but mostly, he just liked the excuse to go north. Once he cleared the Halcyon, it was only a few days journey to the Oromocto and the overgrown cabin. He liked to check up on it periodically, liked to ensure that it was still standing and that no one had moved in and made a gambling parlor out of it. Now when he laid on the dusty bed and stared at the mossy ceiling, he would try to imagine how it felt for Jethro and Adina to be in their home and for it not to feel like home. Calrian knew he had been lucky, even if the riverlands had suffered a similar fate.

Change was inevitable. It was written into him like it was written into the seasons; he was too often an agent of change himself. Now he'd begun to think he embraced the idea too readily. Since the incident, he started to consider if he had been too indiscriminate with the past. It had been easier to look ahead rather than behind him. It had been easier to abandon sentimentality for potential.


Calrian left his parent's cabin with no answers. The way home—real home—was blanketed with rain. He spent muggy nights tucked beneath fallen logs. In states of half-wakefulness, he listened to the gentle pit-patter of dripping leaves, the croaking frogs, the rise and fall of a humming summer melody he'd almost entirely left behind.

By the time he came to Amherst, he was ready to be back at the schoolhouse. There was nothing quite like a lonely sojourn to make him appreciate the comfort of company and a well-tended fire. He made good progress through the empty city roads, only stopping once to check out his reflection in a tarnished and overgrown contraption. Ages of snowmelt and sunny days had warped the structure beyond recognition, but a portion of the back had formed a basin and was brimming with recent storm water. Calrian helped himself to a small drink and smoothed out his hair. While he considered rinsing the mud stains from his tunic before hurrying on, he noticed the waning light. Clouds had moved in again and looked ready to unburden themselves. That was lucky—better to let the rains do his work for him.

Content to let the imminent downpour catch him, he was surprised to spot another traveler first. The Broker's eyes brightened at the sight; a pack horse like that was lucky, indeed.

"Hello!" He called out, waving a hand and tail to signal his friendliness. He jogged the rest of the distance, keeping a hand to his bow and quiver so they wouldn't jostle overmuch with the movement. As he neared, Calrian flashed one of his golden smiles. The man was enormous, greatly scarred, and had an intimidating sort of look about him, but in his experience, that only meant something half of the time. "Mind if I join you there, friend?"
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