Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

IThe travel begun under an auspicable serie of odds the sky was clear of clouds, allowing the sun to shine over the sweet grasslands and farmlands that dotted the sorroundings of Poh'rey, while the roads where clear enough to make the whole party to not to worry about their surely incredibly weighty magic-trained chariots the breeze carried within her nostril smells of distant farms and their freshly-cooked meals, remembering her that they must have already marched over those dusty roads for a considerable amount of hours, and Amalthea sneakily casted a quick glance at her partner-of-travel, wondering if he had something about them to stop for a little, but nothing. His mouth remained sealed, looking forward or around them, scanning for menaces and enemies of any kind. Sighing, the young mare tried to ignore her grumbling belly, favouring the idea of suffering hunger while carrying food herself rather than appear weak and needy by whining... especially whining with him. The landscape around them begun to vary, passing from pure flat farmlands to the very first slight slopes of sweet and placind hills, the road beginning to assume more and more undulated shapes, dancing around those little earth-bumps before occasionally returning straight and plain. Around them little streams of water that lured birds and butterflies into a delicate and deadly dance for survival. Again, the sound of those watersources made her feel her tongue dry... sandy... almost feeling sand grains rollin in her teeths, and the occasional slosh coming from Zoroial's waterbag made her feel almost the painful and ready vicinity of that... but to ask for water... no... it wasn't the case ...and what if he scholds me? And what if i drink and i need to pee, then? They wouldn't stop... and i would have to hide... and then a wolf could come out and eat me! And a bandit... a thug... a thief... a kidnapper... her mind went busy thinking in how many horrible ways she would have ended her adventure if she dared to jump behind a bush by the road, and so, gulping, and feeling her throat like sandpaper, she pouted her lips in effort and continued to silently walk forth, trying to imagine the little blocks of dirt and stones beneath her hooves, enjoying the way they often gave up and crushed, cursing the way they hit their soles causing her to nervously swish her tail and emith a low neigh. Time passed by, she begul to feel tired, not used to such long marches and not used to the weight of being the first in line of a caravan, often and over again thinking that if she wouldn't warn them of something, they all would blame her and her alone, feeling the pressure from that, she somewhat forgot about thirst and hunger, focusing instead on following her task, with her ears perked up and twitching at each sound that was different from the null whisper of the wind. The slow and sweet hill that appeared on the horizon a few hours before, now turned in a slow, sweet and terrible yet delicate climb, with her legs feeling almost uncoordinated, her shoulders aching for the dead weight of her wooden staff, feeling her warm fur dampening in sweat on her smooth back, feeling the occasional whiff of breeze to freshen her whole uncovered back. The hill climbing stopped almost abruptly before turning in an almost surprising flat peak , allowing a big part of the caravan to rest for a few seconds in a plainlike position. Zoroail stopped and pointed forward, immediately the young mare approached him, ready to listen to what he had to say. ...t-two more days of walk. At least... murmured her in an almost unaudible echo of disbelief, feeling her smooth and furred legs to tingle for the efforts of the morning, catching the chance to let go of her staff and let it lean on her chest, shaking her hands to make blood to flow freely again her tired fingers. But the negative thoughts soon were erased, tossed away in the air, as, in front of her eyes, the whole plainland appeared in all of its greatness. Without clouds nor fog to reduce visibility, from side to side of her gaze, endless leagues of grass fields, crops and tiny dots of homesteads and farms golden sparkles shone beneath the sun's joyful caressing rays, making known where larger rivers or lakes lied, but the dark line of trees that begun in the horizon, the forest they need to traverse, so dark and remote that appeared like a dreadful omen. In that breathtaking sight, she felt at peace, amazed by the beauty of such a sight, feeling again the wind to touch her soft and farm coat, fresher this time, making her wonder why did they insisted she wore that rather revealing apron as a primary clothing-item rather than her usual outfit, enjoying anyway the freshness of the air on her exposed back, but feeling clearly out of place for the occasional feel of air on the sides of her chest, wondering if that occasional inches of sideboob where something trendy in Poh'Rey or where something that apprentice shamans had to wear for unknown reasons. Lost in her thoughts and enjoying the unusual stopping they made, she didn't heard the sound of Zoroail drinking from his waterskin, making her to gasp in surprise when that object obscured her sight. ...w-water... thought her, following his hand and his arm, looking for a brief instant in his eyes before looking down, feeling his imposing and stern presence impossible to look straight into the eyes. But the sound of water made her forget of everything, forgetting even of the list she made about the dangers of her potential nature's release once she had drunk... she gladly took the skin in her fingers and drank. Even if it wasn't fresh... but warmed by the sun's and having spent hours on his flank, she gladly gulped down the smooth fluid, feeling her dry throat like ploughed fields and then fresh rain pours over. She sealed her lips around the opening, drawing a couple more gulps, closing her eyes in a content and relieved smile before letting her lips go of the waterskin and drying her muzzle with the back of her hand Ahhhh.... thanks! I was so in need of that... chirped the mare. Soon she realized what she have done ...s-sorry... i... i mean... i know that many don't like to have other's mouths on their belongings and... w-wait... lemme clean that! with that, she stroked the waterskin's opening with her fingers, as if trying to clean something invisible from it...