Wish I didn't know now

Swentzle Byström · 11-22-2011, 01:05 AM

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Set before Swentzle enters Nova Scotia. Hover for translation.

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Swentzle had been moving steadily for days now--nearly three months, in fact. His home was far behind him, the only reminders of the distant plains being the bison between his knees, the cougar prowling beside him, and the owl perched on the bags in front of him. He gazed thoughtfully up the path as he considered this, patting Hamza's flanks whenever it seemed the bull would slow down. Fovea, beside him, glanced up occasionally, as though she would dart away given the slightest chance, but he kept an ear peeled for her soft steps, and she wouldn't get such an opportunity. Citlali, for her part, was the calmest of the group, her head tucked under one wing and her breathing deep and even.

They had yet to encounter a settlement of any kind, and so when the trees opened before them and a sudden array of smells and sounds assaulted his senses, Swentzle directed Hamza to pause, lifting his head high. He caught the smell of cooking meat, and shouted words that made him vaguely uneasy. His eyesight was poor this early in the morning, and entering such a large group of canines inhibited in such a way was unwary, at best. He swung his leg over Hamza's back, sliding down his side and resting a hand on his horn to guide him through the mess. Fovea, custodi partem. He ordered, and made sure the Mountain Lion was drawing tight toward Hamza's other side before he began walking again.

His disability made him uneasy as he moved through the marketplace; but he wasn't stupid. He listened closely for anyone getting close enough to steal from his bags, and forged ahead, his ears laying tighter against his head with each canine that brushed against him.

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