Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

Despite the mens in the road were recognized as soldiers of another kingdom she knew they were at peace with, she couldn't but feel her heart thumping loudly in her head, feeling her mouth dry and visibly nervous about that situation, she grab hold of her staff like an hammer rather than a powerful magical artifact, following with unwillingness her partner and approaching those warriors. Once they were near, she watched them... in their armors... and smelled them... the usual smell of military, close enough to make her nostril pinching and shaking her head, as if to kick that air away from her. She didn't knew what to do... and neither she had the slightest idea of what she should have done if something changed from that apparent scene. Suddently, Zoroail spoke, her ears twitching and ready to hear any single word they were about to speak, but from their back, the sound of gravel and dirt announce the coming of another guest... and then, Ailduin appeared, speaking with mellow tone to the guards, and there she recognized him as a true merchant, with the savoire-faire that is demanded from someone handling so many peoples and in so many different towns and social classes, sure that, whatever the nobility of a man, a mellow speech would almost always find its spot. Something hit Zoroail, it seemed, making her to gasp and look at him with surprise, as never she would have expected the two to growl like that in front of another menace... even if she saw the mellow-speaking to just smile, as if his true task wasn't to see who was stopping the caravan but just to taunt the man of his party... ...hm... money... echoed the mare in her mind, wondering if they were a true patrol or something more, but in the silence that followed, in its unnatural way, the wind whispered in her ears and looking at the mens in front of her, she noticed that many were licking their lips, grinning strangely at her and someone in the back was talking with the companion on its side while looking at her... She felt too much in the center of the attenction, and when their leader offered the solution of another payment, she jumped back ...nono! yelped her, eyes widening in sudden realization. But like an hero, Zoroail solved the situation in a blink. It all seemed almost a blur to her ears, they seemed ready to fight, then talk... then they moved aside and let them go. Amalthea slowly returned to her place near Zoroail, looking at the gravel and ignoring the patrolmans, sighing heavily she nodded at his words ...w-wouldn't they have paid for passage? asked her almost shocked, surprised that the life of a party-member would be such low ...t-they wouldn't... really...no... repeated her almost absently, still holding her staff like a doll in her hands and tightly pressed to her chest, as if feeling protected ...w-will they not return, right? her voice transpiring worry and preoccupation ...what if they follow us? The caravan? And in the night... her tail swished nervously from side to side before she fell silent, knowing that anyway, Zoroail wouldn' answer to her questions. They walked again and again, the sky turning less alight and darker, the sun drawing with its red and pink hues amazing shades and shapes, as the bugs of the night begun to buzz, accompanying their silent march. Suddently, Amalthea coughed and then exploded in a loud laugh ...sorry, sorry! My fault! explained her flicking a tear from her eyes with her finger ...is that ... you know... i realized that i should be scary right now. her voice serious, like a teacher ...k-know why? ....because i'm a nightmare! again she laughed at her own joke ...you get it? Night. Mare. Nightmares! I'm a mare! And... is almost night! she looked at him with eyes full of laughter and expectation, wishing for him to reply to her joke...if ever...