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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 1:26 am

”Hurry up Benny!” She trilled his name in the way she knew he hated, glancing over her scruffy shoulder at the wolf-dog who trailed after her. Their strange relationship had grown from an awkward encounter in the forest some months prior into a tentative friendship. Bennett was from some place that Symre had never heard of – and she questioned him less and less the more that they spent time together.

”Oo, this is nice.” Symre bent to pluck a long stick up from the path to test in her hands. Tali wandered close by, the little cat jumping from log to log with a pleased expression on her face. The cat who trailed behind Bennett was a pretty orange that blended with the autumnal foliage, and Symre spun on the path to seek him out. ”Check out my walking stick.”

The mountain rose up all around them, and Symre placed her hand against a wide tree trunk to peer out into the valley far below.

She slung one of her hands against the strap of her backpack and whined, "Are we almost there?"

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POSTED: Sun Sep 15, 2019 10:13 pm

In the aftermath of what had proven to be a curious encounter, Bennett wanted to get as far away from his father as he could. To this end he had announced his plans and packed his bag. By the time he had realized Walter had been hiding amongst his things the pair had already been miles from the Vale. Unwilling to send the cat away on his own, Bennett had sworn the tomcat to secrecy and accepted his companionship for the next peculiar meeting.

Symre herself was peculiar. She claimed to be from Salsola, and claimed to be a witch, and talked so openly and freely that he had no reason to doubt her. The fact she was out associating with him at all struck him as odd, but he liked that about her.

He did hate her stupid nickname for him.

Yeah real cool branch, he scoffed sarcastically, finally catching up to her. They both were laden with bags stuffed with various supplies, and Bennett had brought his bow and arrows. These rattled a little as he jumped to a little boulder, finding higher ground to put him more evenly with the leggy woman. Walter bounded up the slope.

We're getting pretty far up. Look at how far we can see already – come on, it's going to be worth it. You said you wanted to see what it looked like, Bennett reminded Symre. Admittedly, climbing the mountain had been his idea, though he had not originally pictured doing so with someone else (never mind the two cats gallivanting ahead of them).

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POSTED: Mon Sep 16, 2019 10:02 pm

She flashed him a grin, ”Why thank you.” The top of the stick had a knot in it, and already Symre could envision twining thread and rope around its top to fasten feathers to. Ever since watching O’Rileys bird she had been fascinated by its golden plumage, and now when she went out through the territory, she searched eagerly for a well preserved tail feather. She stamped the butt of it against the path and watched as Bennett passed her, the auburn Walter following suit.

”It looks nice.” She offered as they paused to gaze out over the valley, ”The leaves are already starting to change color.”

Everything was orange and green and red – and Symre sniffed before carrying on with a roll of her eyes. ”Yes, you’re right. But we must be getting close to-“ She grinned and took off in front of him erratically waving her walking stick about as they discovered an ample clearing littered with leaves and protected by what she could only assume were strong maples. "A clearing!"

She kicked at the leaves and swung her head around to flash her teeth at Bennett. ”This looks like as good enough a place as any to rest up.” She shimmied out of her back pack and kicked off the leather ties that had been around her waist.

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