We all look up at the same sun

Swentzle Byström · 12-12-2011, 08:43 PM

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Oh look at that, a thread that's correctly dated for once! Derp.

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Swentzle walked slowly down the path he'd found in the woods, headed toward the mountains. Thus far it had not taken him too near any packlands, for which he was glad; after his encounter with Wolfgang of Inferni, he'd been somewhat afraid for his own well-being while staying in the Dampwoods, a feeling which was only amplified with the injured Irinei now in his company. Irinei himself didn't seem to mind that he'd been forced into such an odd group; he remained mostly quiet, laying in the back of the wagon with his legs stretched out in front of him and his back propped up against a sack of chile. Swentzle had made sure he wasn't leaning against any delicate herbs that couldn't afford to be crushed; so long as he didn't rub any of the chile on his wounds, Irinei was fine where he was.

The blonde man, himself, was in a bit of a pickle. He didn't quite understand what had happened--the whole night was fuzzy, to him, and he'd been unconscious for days afterward--but he'd come to the understanding that he was indebted to the blind wolf-dog, as well as to another, who had yet to call in their favors. But Irinei was not one to remain indebted; he would heal, and accumulate what he owed, and then--well, then he would begin to pay it off. It was only right, after all, that he help out the less fortunate than he.

Though, when he thought about it, he and...Swentzle...were in the same boat.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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