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“Where are they going?”
“Don’t ask me.” The shopkeeper answers her husband.
The two of them watch as four figures march along the ancient road that’s now chipped from lack of matinance. Overgrown by moss and unpredictable with loose stones it’s a wonder anyone would chose to take it.
“There’s the road less traveled” her husband says solemnly to himself as he takes a break from the sweeping “and then there’s the road forgotten. Worn away by time and eroded by the thousands of heavy footstes which came before. That ones that can still be heard quiet night, as if they echo through eternity.”
The shopkeeper rolls her eyes “are you going to finish your chores or stand there all day making bad prose?”
“Damn it woman would it kill you to let me have a few artistic moments in my life?”
“Would it kill you to have them WHIlE you finish sweeping? You know the mages like to shop early on Juunday and if I hear one more passive aggressive comment on organization skills I’m going to scream!”
“Are you still mad about how questioned your labeling on the Sazmaz berries?”
“YES” she screams. “As if switching a Sazmaz berry with a Trilwick berry would really make any difference in a potion!” She scoffs before heading back inside and disappearing from her husbands sight.
“But it does make a difference Ferella” he calls after her “you know my tongue was green for a week that time they were sold spoiled Heris root!”
“Oh come off it!” The shopkeeper yells from inside, her voice carrying loudly enough to be heard by the travelers.
Distracted by the sound Pobkit nearly trips as she catches her toe on break between stones. Her body tenses and she squeaks before Larallel catches her shoulder. It’s. A sudden exchange ending with her being steadied by strong arms. The two of them exchange an awkward smile that comes from years of unmentioned feelings. They break apart.
“Steady on Pobkit” Hinsendorf calls as he leads the way. “Ill have no injuries on my watch. Especially if we want to make it Uruk Puur before nightfall.”
Kesna checks on the two before dashing up to meet Hinsendorf. “If we wanted to make it there before nightfall we should have taken the main road and not this dusty old trail.” He scolds.
But one rueful smile from his taller friend sets him to calm. “Where’s the adventure in that?” Hinsendorf asks. He turns around, walking backwards to address them all. “I promised you all a fun Festival of Glepin trip and I will keep my word! It is my honor, nay my privelage to see to it that each and everyone has a good time. I took an oath as your leader-“
“Leader?” Larallel asks “when did we decide on that?”
“I took an OATH” Hisendorf thunders “and my oath is my bond, my word, my everything! Without it I am-“ but walking backwards has its disadvantages and he doesn’t see the incline change. His foot slips and suddenly the burly man is sent tumbling head over heels; wildly building up speed and momentum which is only stopped by his crashing into the nearest tree.
A loud “Oof” escapes his lungs. He lays there as his friends bound over, a blurry vision of shapes and colors from his vantage point.
“Hisendorf!” Kesna is the first time reach him.
“Kes!” He grabs him by the shirt and pulls him close. “I’ve done it! I think... I think I’ve thrown myself through time and space! I can see it. The battle of Samourn, it’s playing out now before my very eyes! We are here! During the Reign of Blood! I’ve forsaken us all!!!”
Kesna sighs and takes his friend’s hands, cupping them gently. “I think you’ve been reading too much.” With the help of Pobkit they bring the man to his feet, forcing him to rest an arm over Kesna’s shoulder. “Let’s double back” he says, the true leader of the group though he’s very soft spoken about it. “We can find the main road and still make it there before midnight.” Unless of course they have to treat Hisendorf for a concision. And none of them are eager to deal with the mages and their fussing.
It would be one thing to explain that their broadshoulder friend lost his balance and hit a tree. It would be another to explain why they were on the old cobblestone road. After all, what sense would it make to the elders? To those who lived through the Reign of Blood and the tyranny of tribal wars. How could they understand these young people’s need for adventure during a time of peace, a peace they’d fought so hard to create?
I love worldbuilding but I suck at writing so it’s just me being out here thinking about Bolian sporting events or Klingon game shows or that one time between 2231 and 2240 where Andoria had 13 emperors and multiple conflicts stemming from a shortage of lemons.
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Les Bonbons / Oct 2013 / Guillaume Lépine
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AS-TU TA ROBE? / Montreal Oct 2013 / Guillaume Lépine
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BIG O / MTL / Septembre 2013
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Martin Gros / Mansonville, QC / Juillet 2013 / Guillaume Lépine
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