Ffordd i'r ogledd (The Road North)CLOSED Scottish Chronicles

[Capsule]

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At the sound of her name, Capsule redirected her gaze away from the ground. Mikoto and her cart had come to a stop nearby. How long had she blanked out? How much time had passed? She assumed it was a decent amount, if it was enough to make the Guardian stop. "-Oh..." A twinge of pink settled into her pale cheeks as she realized what was going on. Her limp was apparently very obvious to everyone. "Y-yes, thank you." Asking for help had never occurred to her, and was generally an option she politely refused. She feared being viewed as a burden, and would have continued walking even if it killed her.

Capsule bit back a whimper as she was helped up onto the cart. Everything hurt, even more so by climbing onto the bench of the cart. Sitting was honestly not much better, but there was a certain relief in it. With a soft sigh, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes -- not to sleep, but to wait for the unnerving tingling sensation in her legs to end. She made a mental note to look up proper horseback riding techniques

Apparently the invitation to ride had been extended to Dumah as well, but the only thing she had to offer the man was a nice, cold can of Saber Soda. Capsule could barely muster the urge to pluck a can from her inventory. She was a little too busy enjoying the sensation of rested legs to offer… sympathy? If anything, she would rather be left alone. Comforting people was a skill she was unschooled in, and anything she had to say right now would be heavily laced with pessimism.

Whatever. If Dumah wanted the soda, it was placed closer to the other side of the bench.

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∝: 301
♫: Renai Circulation
✏: Les go
@: @dumah, Franny Stein, Mikoto

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Dumah took a deep breath and splashed some water on his face; his reflection returned to the rippling water, and this time, it really was his own. The reflection was that of Dumah Exilium Iino, guild master of Noihara, Adventurer of Hope. This was who he was now, and whether he liked it or not did not matter, as it was set in stone. He stood, accepting this with a smile. As he recovered from his little episode, the expedition had caught up to him. He was offered a seat upon the cart, but Dumah held his hand up in protest, shaking his head. "No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I would rather walk. Besides, if we are to encounter any type of opposition or enemies, then it would be best if I were already standing, battle ready." Dumah bowed slightly, speaking with his head down. "Thank you for the offer, though, I am grateful." Dumah straightened himself out of his bowing posture and picked up his sword by the scabbard once again, walking beside the cart like he was before. He knew it would be a long journey through Scotland, but he was glad to have good companions by his side, there to support him all the way. For a moment as he walked, a slight smile grew on Dumah's face. It was a new horizon, and Dumah was excited and proud to be one of the first to blaze the trail and discover its many secrets.

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[Franny Stein]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv1I4q6lOpo


Deep in thought, Franny disengaged from the group while noting that they had more or less played musical chairs with their positions...

“That means they’re comfortable with one another…maybe.”


Shrugging, Franny lengthened her stride allowing her to pick up her pace at least somewhat on her short legs. Either way, the tiny necromancer was ready to be on her own for a little while. She began looking again for birds before settling for some interestingly shaped clouds. On the distant horizon there was one such cloud that occupied the most of her attention. It was dark and fairly ominous, more scientifically, it signaled rain.

Franny sighed. They were heading toward it with gusto. She kicked a rock in her path toward the side of the road and continued. Scotland still seemed so very far away.

“Intelligence on our situation is severely left wanting. To be expected I suppose, but where’s that enthusiastic map girl when you need her? Probably miles ahead I reckon. The outcasts will make do with the wheels and supplies. It is what it is. I chose my position now, didn’t I?”


Occupied by her unvoiceable complaints she pressed on.

NOTES-  Das Ende, take a bow. Yes I wanted to go last just so I could post that all encapsulating link.

WORDS- 193

TAGS- Mikoto @dumah Capsule