Wednesday 6 March 2013

Yet to be named, pt40


'Thanks for the aid. Is it bad? The wound, I mean.'
'Seen worse', she lied. Her life was, up to this point, void of any kind of wound inspecting, other than burns and tiny cuts. 'But you need a professional to have it looked at, I can't really do anything else.'
'Well, I figured that much. How far away is the city, anyways?'
'Still a couple of hours, I'm afraid. We should see it come dawn.'
'It's still quite a bit, then.'
'And what did you expect?', She turned the horse around and climbed onto the saddle. 'People don't build settlements within a stone's throw from each other.'
'At least they build roads between them.'
'At least, yes.'
If it wasn't for the trail of packed dirt cutting through the forest, they would have lost their way right after they entered it, and probably walked into their demise. With it, they could continue their journey relatively safely, while also being reassured that they were making progress.
'Still, we shouldn't slack behind', Shirral said. 'Let's keep going.'
She forced the horse to continue along the way, back into the shadowy forest and towards their destination.

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