She knew she was getting close as things become once more familiar. She did not travel far the last time she’d been here as she gathered her own information. There had been too many by her brother’s side for her to be able to do anything alone and so she’d temporarily given up, returned home before the trek had been presented before her once more. The encouragement of her other brother had been enough. Ksenia turned her head for a stolen glance of @Jaglon but her attention returns to the rocky ground beneath her feet.
The coast lines their left side as it had for miles and miles but she directed them to find fresh water and a place to rest. Spending their time alone, with their silent companion, they’ve been able to manage well enough. Travel weary and tired and often times Ksenia urges them on despite the need for a few more hours of rest. Now that they were close, she found herself slowing down.
Now, they could rest.
Ksenia slowed to a stop, dropped her head, and drank from the small stream. It was cold against her throat, a contrast from her burning muscles, and she turned back to see her companions. “We will rest here,” she told them, settling somewhere while her brother and @Mazatl take their turn in the water.
The coast lines their left side as it had for miles and miles but she directed them to find fresh water and a place to rest. Spending their time alone, with their silent companion, they’ve been able to manage well enough. Travel weary and tired and often times Ksenia urges them on despite the need for a few more hours of rest. Now that they were close, she found herself slowing down.
Now, they could rest.
Ksenia slowed to a stop, dropped her head, and drank from the small stream. It was cold against her throat, a contrast from her burning muscles, and she turned back to see her companions. “We will rest here,” she told them, settling somewhere while her brother and @Mazatl take their turn in the water.
November 26, 2016, 02:20 AM
(This post was last modified: November 26, 2016, 02:20 AM by Jaglon.)
Miles came before them, and went underfoot one after the next. He can't say how long it's been or how much further they have to go, but more and more, he has to wonder what awaits and in how long. It's all unfamiliar ground to him, yet in the company of Ksenia and the sea, he presses on, determined to see this culminate.
He senses a shift in gears before she formally declares this their place to rest. Already he's taking it in, nostrils flaring and eyes sharp. It might not be the most ideal, but they are already adept at making do -- especially as a trio now, unexpectedly. He'll take it.
Next he moves to greedily slake his burning thirst, even happy enough for the cold sting it leaves down his throat. Eventually he pulls into the creek deeper, letting the cold run over his worn paws with a sharp sigh. Jaglon only lifts his muzzle long enough to speak. "Are we getting close?" he asks her as she moves away from the water, following her with his eyes as he continues his drink.
November 30, 2016, 12:35 AM
(This post was last modified: December 28, 2016, 01:36 AM by Mazatl.)
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The point from which he’d abandoned a solitary life in favour of following the siblings had become lost within his mind, buried deep beneath the sights they’d unintentionally shown to him. He was aware of the direction he was moving in, as well as how far he’d gone from home, but knew not if he’d ever be able to return to it. The cardinal points were easy to understand—north, east, south, west—and memorize, but once it got down to the specifics he lost track of everything. Where he needed to go, exactly, in order to return to the place that he’d left behind had become nothing more than a distant thought, a feeling that he couldn’t quite place. The farther he moved away from the only life he’d ever known the less he seemed to be bothered by it all, and the better he could focus on pushing forward with the duo he’d somehow managed to get himself involved with.
When the woman slowed, as did he, and with her had he then stopped, too. Without having someone to follow, Mazatl could not exist, the ability to take control of his own life being a skill that he’d never acquired. Always was it a woman that he followed, their word being something that he could not deny or speak out against. Should he had done so when younger, then surely would the Cihuāpilli have corrected him without hesitation. It was not his place to speak or act on his own, and so he didn’t—for the most part. The basics of life, the actions that were necessary for survival, were moves he could make, but nothing more. And so when the trio had chosen to rest, forward towards the water’s edge had he moved after Ksenia had gone away from it, his body so low that he might be mistaken for a thief, creeping towards his next mark.
As the other male had moved forward the Tētlauhtilli stopped, momentarily frozen in place. Only after the brute had moved into the water had his motion been continued, legs carrying him directly to the edge. The liquid held his attention as he lapped at it eagerly, pulling away and laying down on his stomach just as something was asked of the pale leader (as he'd decided her to be). Never had his eyes met the masculine form, his head having been turned and cocked to the side as he peered at the feminine one, awaiting her answer. He did not know where they were going or if he wanted to go along with them, but he knew that he could not leave without first having another to follow, and so there he remained; ensnared by his own habits and his inability to separate himself from his upbringing.
When the woman slowed, as did he, and with her had he then stopped, too. Without having someone to follow, Mazatl could not exist, the ability to take control of his own life being a skill that he’d never acquired. Always was it a woman that he followed, their word being something that he could not deny or speak out against. Should he had done so when younger, then surely would the Cihuāpilli have corrected him without hesitation. It was not his place to speak or act on his own, and so he didn’t—for the most part. The basics of life, the actions that were necessary for survival, were moves he could make, but nothing more. And so when the trio had chosen to rest, forward towards the water’s edge had he moved after Ksenia had gone away from it, his body so low that he might be mistaken for a thief, creeping towards his next mark.
As the other male had moved forward the Tētlauhtilli stopped, momentarily frozen in place. Only after the brute had moved into the water had his motion been continued, legs carrying him directly to the edge. The liquid held his attention as he lapped at it eagerly, pulling away and laying down on his stomach just as something was asked of the pale leader (as he'd decided her to be). Never had his eyes met the masculine form, his head having been turned and cocked to the side as he peered at the feminine one, awaiting her answer. He did not know where they were going or if he wanted to go along with them, but he knew that he could not leave without first having another to follow, and so there he remained; ensnared by his own habits and his inability to separate himself from his upbringing.
As answers were given, he'd listened carefully. By the time everything had been shared for all ears to hear, he'd found himself being sent off in order to scout out the area ahead. Without a single complaint, the boy had followed through with what he'd been instructed to do and left the siblings, heading off in order to complete the task he'd been assigned.
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