Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

Her hand trembled in nervousness, trying to remove whatever trace her lips left on his waterbag, almost fevirishly stroking her slender fingers over the opening, fearing that she've upset the cold and stern man with her reckless action ...oh my... oh my... thought her, until his hands grasped for the waterbag, making her to emit a surprised squeal ...oh... o-okay... repeated her, echoing his words ...drink when thirsty. Eat when hungry. Understood. his words made her picture herself on the side of the road, starving and tired, forcing them all to either stop for her or abandon the dead weight and proceed forth, a shiver running trough her back at the sole thought, urging her to nervously nod and state her learnt lesson. She let a low, almost melancholic sigh, her eyes turned to roam at the landscape that opened in front of her eyes like the books she saw in the GuildHall, feeling her long mane and tail to lightly wave in the wind taking a deep breath, feeling the air to fill her lungs, feeling her apron becoming tight at the chest against her soft coat... letting loose her mind and just stop there, for a brief instant enjoying the sun... Out of nothing, the young mare closed her eyes and smiled, feeling a sudden sense of freedom, until his voice, like a thunderous grumble, awakened her from her trance-like state, making her to look at him and curiously cock her head to one side Mh? ...endurance and stamina... repeated her in her mind, nodding back at him like a dutiful student ...understood. Yes. I might brew some potion for that when we'll have the chance... maybe tonight i could already attempt to... ...mh? ...m-massive things? What are... her eyes spotted his own's, curiously frowning at him, wondering what he was pointing out, then again, his eyes looked further down, this time her own looked in the same direction, realizing he was looking at her generous and rather revealed bosom, underlined by a sudden whiff of fresh air that caressed its sides. Her eyes widened in realization, immediately emitting a surprised neigh as her hands darted to cover her chest more, turning away from him, lips trembling in an annoyed pout ...d-don't stare! Just as she turned from him, her ears twitched hearing another voice calling for Zoroail with her hands still clutching her chest, she turned her head, just to see the two mens having a chat. Amalthea looked at the breathtaking sight again, trying to hear what they were saying, trying her best not to appear curious about their words, occasionally waving her long ears to catch their voices better. ...yay...a break! the sole thought made her to sport a little smile, making her appear like smiling at the nothing... and for nothing. Soon the other man bid farewell to them and disappeared, she barely nodding at him in an attempted and shy bow before casually approaching Zoroail again ...are we taking a break here? asked her as if she've not heard their words. Eat. Drink. Recover energies. echoed her again like a good student and reaching for her hipbag and extracting a small, squared and brownish item and as she was about to bring it to her lips, she heard him to place his items on the ground and then walk away curiously she followed him with her eyes... watching him stepping into the grass and then... ...fumble with his pants? Strangely, she begun to hear another sound added to the one of wind and leafs... ...w-water? the fear of someone spilling water made her turn her head around, but nobody was wasting water, nor any of the charts was leaking its content, then, returning to him, she realized what was going on, making her emit a low ...ah... before crunching the dry-bar. Amalthea casted her sight away, giving him her back, not wanting to being caught staring at that, casually crunching off a bite of her food, picturing herself to relieve herself like that and under the gaze of so many people... people she didn't knew ...there's no way i'll do that... like that... thought her ...it's disgusting... how can he? Spending time without walking seemed already strange to her, feeling her blood to smoothly run trough her veins and into the soles of her hooves, occasionally massaging her smooth legs and thighs, relaxing her muscles in the foreseen long march that will occupy the day until darkness will claim the day. She was gently massaging her ankles when she realized that, bending over and knelt like that, the apron, tied to her neck, did nothing but sag forth, creating a bubble of nothing from her hips to her neck, feeling her breasts dangling free and uncovered, resting on her knees. She squirmed and jumped up, stiffened like a frozen fish as her eyes nervously looked around, trying to see if someone was watching. But to her relief, the caravan members were all far away behind their chariot, while Zoroail, on her back, wouldn't have had much chances. She hoped. ...gotta get rid of that apron... thought her cursing her clothing item ...at the first chance.... Nervously, she took slow paces around, like he said, allowing her legs to relax and not cramp out, before she too leaned against the darksteel chariot, letting her gaze to get lost into the dark line on the horizon ...tomorrow we'll be there...