shocking, ain't it?

P, Lithia

POSTED: Thu Jan 04, 2018 8:38 pm

585 Arriving at Freetown, forwarded to Jan 9th.

Magenta eyes widened as he finally caught sight of the town in the horizon. Cleome straightened up on the saddle, ignoring the dull ache at his lower back and his numb legs, and the mare beneath him snorted. She had picked up her rider's attention and their destination up ahead. Finally, they reached Freetown. The Valentine had forgotten how tiring travelling was, those weeks on the road from Ame Rouge to Portland, and from there to Salsola, seemed so far away in his mind, and it was difficult to believe he had endured so much of it before not so long ago. He tugged on the reins, holding back the overo mare from picking up her pace too much in her excitement, and turned to look behind at his companion.

Lithia was right behind him on her own horse, but she knew how to hide her emotions better than even he, he had learned. Hard to tell if she was as tired as he was, and he wouldn't pretend to know her enough to take a guess. Bringing the Associate along as an escort hadn't been too hard, just the promise of putting in a good word for her to the rest of the Family and maybe some trinkets of her own, if she could trade for them, had been enough bait. But despite both being Salsolans, the girl really still needed to prove herself, and the Valentine kept a close eye on her. There was always and odd shine to her pink eyes, like a predator staring at prey, that made his heckles rise. Remined him of Elphaba, in a way. When she joined the pack, he knew she'd be the kind of person he'd rather stay on her good side.

And it was a matter of when, not if. She was the kind of soul that really prospered in Salsola, and if she played her cards right, she'd have no trouble finding her place there. But until that day, he could pester her a little bit. I can see it, we're almost there! He said over his shoulder, loud enough to be heard past the wind. This close to the shore, at this hour, it was really blowing. It was hard to catch any smell from it beyond the sea salt and the cold, or much of nearby sounds. It didn't bode well for them, but that was the least of their problems. Freetown used to be a decent place, but ever since the Red Star, it was pretty much lawless. Not unlike Amherst or Halifax, it was overrun with loners that did as they pleased, but it was hard finding prey in the previous ones. Packs could never settle. Freetown on the othe hand, had fish and was in a trading road along the coast. Friction between groups and bands hit harder here.

If it was up to him, he wouldn't poke the place with a very long stick, but he knew that there was a certain caravan of dog traders that stayed nearby for at this time of the year, and they always had amazing wares. They also knew how to look after themselves, having done this for several generations now, so he could trust them to be there and have what he needed. New, fancier cloths, materials for buttons and fasteners, and maybe some golden or silvery thread. Ondine was packed up with multiple things to offer for trade, and he hoped it was enough to get what he needed.

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POSTED: Sun Feb 04, 2018 4:49 pm

(000) I'm so sorry for the wait! Feel free to move them forward :) Note: Fwd Dated to Jan 09.

In the almost blinding winter air, way beyond their immediate path, lay a stone place like Halifax or the Concrete Jungle illuminated by the glow of many fires lit within it. Lithia tried not to show it, but she was freezing and she loathed the trip back in these icy conditions. She straightened atop Gezi and cracked her back, feeling as if a Lithia-shaped casing of ice would crack away from her form and fall in halves at her sides. She scrunched up her face, trying to see if there was still feeling in it. Barely. Her nose felt like there were icicles hanging from her nostrils and a quick swipe of the back of her hand revealed that to be true.

Finally,” she sassed, reaching down to pet Gezi’s covered side. She couldn’t imagine how they shorthaired stallion wasn’t freezing half to death. Perhaps she’d get him a better travelling cloak during her visit here. ”Where are we staying in this place?” Lithia attempted to ask over the blowing winds. She wasn’t that great at throwing her voice, so she may not have been heard at all.

Freetown couldn’t come fast enough.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 13, 2018 6:59 pm

426 Sorry myself for the delay, been muse dead the last few weeks.

A sharp shiver, the kind that rattled you down to the bone, coursed through Cleome, and he had to hold back a whimper at it. At this point, he was more tired of shivering from the cold than from the long horseback journey, and the Tradesman couldn't wait to get somewhere off the wind and the frost. And if that somewhere had something warm to eat, he certainly wouldn't complain. He could hear Lithia over the wind, but even if her exact words were lost by the freezing gusts, her tone was not. She didn't sound too pleased by the trip either, but that's what you got by dabbling on the career of a trader.

The horses must have realized a warm shelter was coming, because Ondi and Gezi picked up the pace on their own, and Cleome certainly didn't fight the mare much on it. Well, maybe just enough that the mare wouldn't accidentally slip on the ice and snow in her rush to get to the town. But the dup managed to get to the town proper in one piece. From under his drawn hood, he could see that there wasn't a soul out here in the storm, not even a solitary guard watch or anything. They probably were hiding in one of the buildings, watching from cracks in the windows. No matter, finding the main stable wasn't too hard despite the constant snowing. He didn't fancy leaving the horses unattended, but it's not like hey could camp out on the outskirts in this weather. So the local inn it was. Come on, now, this way. He motioned for the Napier, through the quickest path into the patched up building.

The inside was stuffy and smelled. Badly. But it was warm, and even the sensitive Valentine could put aside his disgusted sneer at the pungent, sticky smell of body heat and wet dog. The stares they were getting also didn't help making him feel comfortable. Please, let there still be something warm to eat in here, at least. The Tradesman was careful to keep Lithia close enough to him and he weaved to the bar, and asked for food and lodging for the night. And also, if the innkeeper happened to know if the Chione chariots had made their stop here. They had, as it turned out, camping out in their usual spot though they had been delayed by the snow a little bit. Maybe if the next day didn't have a blizzard, they might be able to contact them and make their trades.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 20, 2018 10:23 am

(000) I'm letting you lead the way :3

The town seemed warmer already, even if they hadn’t actually gotten to the stables yet. And as pungent-smelling as the actual stable was (disgusted face aside), Lithia couldn’t say anything towards it. Gezi would have gotten frostbite any moment longer out there, so it was better to have him inside in a shelter than not. Dismounting, she walked her stallion to an empty stall, unpacking all her valuables and stuffing them into her bag. She tried leaving him with just a blanket, though she didn’t feel comfortable leaving his saddle where everyone else could get to it. She left it in the corner of his stall, mumbling to him to try not to poop on it while he was there that night.

Taking her overstuffed bag, she followed Cleome into the inn, holding her things close, meeting the challenging eyes of those who looked upon them unfavorably. Hand resting on her sword, Lithia’s intense eyes watched everyone as Cleome made his inquiries at the counter. Her gaze would not falter even when they began moving again. The entire inn could come at them and Lithia would consider it a challenge that she hadn’t had in a long time. It would probably be fun.

When Cleome was on the move again, Lithia would follow close behind.

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