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(( Firstfall 19, Well travelled road through the Wending Wood, late afternoon. Dristan Xuresh ))
Lola was setting a slower pace than she wanted. The mule was likely reacting to how cold it was getting, but Andriel wanted to at least get to one of the smaller villages before they stopped. The smell on the air told her that snow could be coming.
She could survive it of course. She’d been caught in snowstorms before, and she had enough supplies to protect and help her survive in bad weather. Her extra leathers and furs in the cart could be used for emergencies if it came to that too.
Rake rumbled just off the road, and Andriel turned to look at the tree line. She could make out the cougar’s form moving along along the underbrush, and smiled. Rake was great for these trips until she had to go into town. It always made her feel strange leaving her outside of the city, and worried that she’d come back to find an arrow in her.
But Rake was good at behaving when they were apart, and good at avoiding strangers. Even now she seemed to near disappear in the foliage and they came to a bend in the road. There was crunching of leaves that had littered the road that didn’t belong to her or Lola.
It was a main road, so she shouldn’t be surprised that she’d encounter someone on it. Just, with the weather turning the way it was, and the nearest town north of them being quite a few hours away, it would have made sense for most travellers to already be tucked in for the night.
She might have been enjoying a nice warm bowl of stew herself if Lola wasn’t being so difficult. Andriel gave the mule a look, but it didn’t seem to notice her disapproval and kept trudging at its slower than reasonable pace.
When she tried to get a look at what or who was down the road, she was nearly relieved to see if was a single figure. Her hands discretely checked her weapons, and she adjusted the hood of her cloak, ready to give the stranger a nod and move on her way.
Lola was setting a slower pace than she wanted. The mule was likely reacting to how cold it was getting, but Andriel wanted to at least get to one of the smaller villages before they stopped. The smell on the air told her that snow could be coming.
She could survive it of course. She’d been caught in snowstorms before, and she had enough supplies to protect and help her survive in bad weather. Her extra leathers and furs in the cart could be used for emergencies if it came to that too.
Rake rumbled just off the road, and Andriel turned to look at the tree line. She could make out the cougar’s form moving along along the underbrush, and smiled. Rake was great for these trips until she had to go into town. It always made her feel strange leaving her outside of the city, and worried that she’d come back to find an arrow in her.
But Rake was good at behaving when they were apart, and good at avoiding strangers. Even now she seemed to near disappear in the foliage and they came to a bend in the road. There was crunching of leaves that had littered the road that didn’t belong to her or Lola.
It was a main road, so she shouldn’t be surprised that she’d encounter someone on it. Just, with the weather turning the way it was, and the nearest town north of them being quite a few hours away, it would have made sense for most travellers to already be tucked in for the night.
She might have been enjoying a nice warm bowl of stew herself if Lola wasn’t being so difficult. Andriel gave the mule a look, but it didn’t seem to notice her disapproval and kept trudging at its slower than reasonable pace.
When she tried to get a look at what or who was down the road, she was nearly relieved to see if was a single figure. Her hands discretely checked her weapons, and she adjusted the hood of her cloak, ready to give the stranger a nod and move on her way.