Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

Amalthea tried her best to not look completely harmless and apealing to the group, feeling their eyes on her, wondering what will those expert adventurers and warriors think of that innocent-looking horse dressed with the green apron, feeling her heart to run excitedly in her chest as her tail nervously swished from side to side, feeling the time almost to mellowy pass over her. ...oh gods... thought her, remembering how much she disliked first approaches and first encounter, not knowing what to say or how to behave the young mare was about to open her mouth and introduce herself, but as soon as she was about to, the man leaning on the wall opened his eyes and looked straight into her eyes. She felt his gaze almost trying to scorch her soul... a cold stare enough to make her legs to tremble and freeze her lungs, then, his voice... his comment... At first she was about to giggle at his comment, ready to joke about the fact that he wasn't happy about another apprentice, sure that such unskilled parts would be a weight for many experienced travelers, but when she realized it was not about what she was but about WHO she was... it sealed the jar of her hopes to feel accepted in such a group. With her mind going blank for a brief moment, wondering what to do... what to say... how to react to such a behaviour from the man, she was brought back to reality by the voice of another male, together with growls and snarls. Lifting her gaze up, she spotted more of the party members, all looking at a wolfman, menacingly showing his ivory teeths, almost ready to snap around the neck of the cold elf, before the party leader ordered them apart. She felt a wave of emotions to flush over her mind, shame... sense of unfitting...a bit of resentment... nervousness... her grip on her staff tightened as she gulped loudly and bit her lips, silently thanking the wolfman for having said something in matter even if it was not directly to defend her, all while praying the Gods not to have anything else in common with the elf other than sharing the same party. But again, her expectations were broken in front of her eyes and spat upon, with the party leader ordering him to look after her ...c'mon... really... no... thought her, while she tried to put up a smile of circumstance, ignoring the turmoil brewing in her guts, but with a sigh, she shrugged and approached him, somewhat feeling the pity of the other party members. ...w-wha!? First ones!? she almost neighed in joyful squee and excitement when Aiduin communicated the caravan's order. Soon the whole group moved around, each of them getting in its designated post, and soon even the elf and the horse were near their chart. Uhhhhh... exclaimed her ...those charts are huuuuuge! What are they made of? How do they move? Incredible! And... her gaze suddently met his stern's, making her freeze in place, wordless ...oh... muttered her before silently walking at his side. Amalthea tried her best to listen to him, anyway, nodding and humming in response to his words, orders and suggestions, trying to forget what he said about her kind, knowing that, afterall, he must have been a professionist and, for what she knew, they usually tend to be grumpy and bitter with newcomers. Soon the whole party begun to move. She felt her chest explode with joy and emotions, feeling again alive and ready to take the world by storm, feeling each step forward being the first one of an endless adventure that begun in that town. She couldn't resist smiling at anything, the sole thought of being in that group on her first quest enough to make her feel joy, only to cast occasional peeps at her teammate and return serious for a brief moment, before returning to smile like a children. The town opened up in front of them, letting the large wagons to pass trough the busy streets, while all around of them, the smell of food and spices danced in the fresh breeze that carried adventures from all over the world, melting in her nostrils with the smoky smell of torches that burnt all night long. Buildings and palaces, houses and homes of any kind of shape and height followed their slow march trough the town, until the gray walls of Poh'Rey appeared in front of them. The tall walls of cities and villages were traditionally declared the beginning and the end of quests, and when they walked past them, leaving the lively and chaotic melting pot on their backs only to be replaced with the open view of grass fields, farmlands and smal patches of bushes and trees, she took another deep breath. She kept silent for a while, barely listening to the sound of the road beneath her hooves, randomly thinking at a songbird or the gentle frush of leafs on the branches nearby, until, with a bored huff, she looked at him ...uh... i'm Amalthea, by the way... said her with a shy smile ...i guess we hadn't properly presented ourselves so... i thought it was nice, isn't it? Oh, i'm so excited to be part of this group, you know? Oh, i've been dreaming to explore the world since i was a little filly in my village and my older friends said that they will go on a grand quest... oh how i envied them! I'm a shaman, by the way... the talkative filly giggled when she declared her skills, showing him her wooden staff ...this is my staff... the village's shaman gave me his, he said that i am young and so i will need something like that in my travels. And you? Where are you from? Are you a warrior? Is that your sword? Are you experienced, right? Oh, will we pass in a forest? Are really four days of walk? Oh and now that i think... ...wait! Suddently she slowed her walk, ears perked up, twitching as she frowned, trying to listen as carefully as she could the sorroundings. Humming she closed her eyes and took slow, calm inhalations, her brows moving nervously, as if she was worried about what her ears heard, until ...nothing, it must have been my immagination! she laughed at that before resuming her walk and her questions to the annoyed elf.