On the Road
A slight smile graced Siera’s lips as Thorek spoke, although she was unsure why. Perhaps it was simply because his speaking to her was unhurried and relaxed, something that she had not heard for a while. World-saving tasks and demon lords did not make for calm and relaxed storytelling, and it wasn’t until he spoke of it that she realized how much she actually missed such things.
She spoke naught on the subject of history, for the history of this world was something she knew little of. Her experience was limited, mostly staying within the reach of what songs could provide to the people. Learning such things had been something she had done eagerly, even if it had only been done so that she would be able to play something in inns that people actually knew. She also had no involvement in the events of the far past, whether by action or legacy, and so would not dispute the views of others on such subjects.
Accepting his offer of a seat, she climbed up onto the cart and sat down, withdrawing the paper and pen as she did so. Now that she was in close proximity, writing would be possible, and she would not have to use magic to communicate anymore.
That is, she was about to, but Robnoxious beat her to it. Jumping up onto the cart, he climbed over the back of the seat and into the rear portion of the cart before turning around and sitting down so that his head was sticking out over the top of the cart seat. Tongue lolling out of his mouth as his nose twitched with the examination of the breeze, he gave Siera a look that seemed to say, *What, you expected me to walk?”
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
03-Jul-2016 22:43:36