Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

Even if Zoroail, rather unsurprisingly hadn't laughed nor his face muscles gave notice to contract in a smile, but the sudden voice of another laugh made her not to feel too bad about her joke, especially since the laughter came from Ailduin, who approached to her and kept laughing. The contagiousness of laughter took her up again, giving the idea that the two were the only ones that might have got that joke right, as Zoroail kept shooking his head in denial. Slowly they returned semi-serious, but the thought that soon... very soon... they will camp for the night, made the mare to smile to herself again. ...soon... repeated her absently in her mind, wishing that her partner would soon be satisfied with a spot by the road, almost measuring the height of the grass growing nearby, impatiently wishing that that height would be low enough. But nothing. Again, the area opened up, a few trees sparsely sprinkled here and there, but the grass was finally low, seemingly freshly munched by an herd of placid animals, making her to sigh in relief when Zoroail gave the okay to set up a camp there. She moved away from the well-trained caravanmens, leaving them unobstructed space for their maneuvers, seeing as the magically-powered charts moved one by one in away from their path, slowly moving away into the grass and formed a rather resistant barrier against the night's dreads, as soon as the chain was closed in circle, the party begun to lit a fire and the sound of metal and metal tools clinked and clanked around, with a large cauldron being set up over the fire and warriors taking slow and tired sighs, knowing that a day has passed. The young mare looked at them in a mix of hope and awe, wishing that one day she'll be like them. Maybe even famous. And use her own name to settle down threats and menaces just like Zoroail did. Her tired eyes looked at him at a discreet distance while leaning on her staff, mumbling about what did that man might have done to carry such an heavy name ...is he really that famous? Oh gosh...maybe he's just modest but he's an hero! her mind fantasized about his past... his untold or unspoken one, until she felt something in her lower belly... With trembling lips, she looked around, seeing the last rays of the dieing sun casting the last dark shadows over the roofs of the charts while the fire begun to replace the daylight with its own reddish sparkles ...gotta go... mumbled her to herself, slowly sneaking past members of the party that barely aknowledged her presence, until she was in the middle of two wagons. Slowly, an hoof after the other, she moved into the tight passing, cursing the man that said two man could easily pass abreast , but once she was on the other side, she immediately felt alone. The clamour of the camp seemed muffled and distant, with the night's breeze whispering fresh words in her ears. With a stomp of her staff on the ground, she whispered at it Ki-Nuru, as if speakin into its woody ears. Suddently, a low-intensity yellowish glow crept from the knotty head of the wooden staff, making her to giggle at her accomplished spell. Nervously, she looked around, attenctively scanning the environment for menaces and other threats just to find a small holt of low bushes a few yardes away. Looking around herself, with fear pushing her quicker and quicker, she reached the holt, moving the glowing staff into the branches, seeking for critters or vicious beasts, but the absence of whatever beast made her giggle and yip, before planting the staff in the ground. --- ....ah.... one more minute and i'd have to do like Zoroail... eeeewww... commented her thinking aloud while adjusting for the nth time her apron-like dress but as she was about to leave the privacy of those bushes, something caught her eyes. Moving the staff into the branches again, she saw a brown box ...a crate? A chest? mumbled her while crouching into the low canopy, kneeling and crawling in front of it. With eyes full of curiosity, she let her fingers touch the wood and iron surface Onisha whispered her again, her lips close to the box, causing a barely seen glow to move like a blink's shockwave that run across the chest's surface. No curses mused her before smiling and letting her hands to open the box. With a loud squeak, the box's lid opened up, allowing her to see inside ooohhh... Her hands immediately went inside the mysterious treasure chest, retrieving a small bottle and moving that in front of her eyes ...what's that? mumbled her, seeking the white fluid rolling inside the bottle. With a shrug she shoved the bottle in her satchel and went to retrieve another item before she realized that she was away from the camp... in the night... alone... With a gasp, she closed the box and ran back to the camp, her staff showing her the way. Panting and puffing, she reached for the safety of the camp's iron curtain and the warm, dense smell of food being cooked and smoked. Leaning forth to take breath again, she tried to seek for Zoroail.