The Ominous Swamp Adventure [Violet] Dec 2, 2016 20:01:42 GMT -7 via mobile
Post by Nikolai Swiftwind on Dec 2, 2016 20:01:42 GMT -7
Afternoon, 2nd of The Scales of JudgementThe previous day had concluded exactly as Nikolai had expected it would. After they ate, he and his new travel companion Mapleheart, followed aerially by Anja who may have been jealous at the new addition, had continued trekking onward towards Disrael. Mapleheart was quite the chatterbox which Nikolai had known from the start and while he himself wasn't much of a talker she certainly filled the silence.
Just outside Botherray, Niseca
She talked about her writing and her travels and Nikolai listened, fascinated but trying to keep his expression schooled to merely 'interested'. He didn't want her to stop talking about all of the places she had been and the things she had seen and the people she had met, but he also didn't want to seem like he was too interested, as he really shouldn't even be thinking about the world outside the tribe. Temptation clawed at him.
In between her stories she bombarded him with questions and he answered most of them, the generic centaur questions, but whenever she tried to dig deeper into his own tribe or family he would grow silent and change the subject. He still didn't fully trust her despite how quickly she had grown on him and he didn't want to risk his tribe by divulging information about them, and the kidnapping was too fresh in his mind for him to talk about his family.
She asked him once if people ever rode centaurs like horses and the look he had given her had quieted that train of thought quickly, at least out loud. Nikolai had never actually thought about people riding centaurs like horses before her question, as he didn't encounter enough two-legged people to even wonder about that sort of thing, but the idea felt wrong to him, uncomfortable in a way he couldn't really describe. Maybe some centaurs let people ride them, if they were close enough or if it was an emergency, but it felt almost intimate, and thinking about allowing someone to ride on his back made him feel naked in a way that he didn't feel even without clothes.
That night they had camped on soft grass under the stars and in the morning resumed travel after Nikolai made a quick breakfast of berries and other edible greens. Nikolai told her he would keep an eye out for game to catch for lunch. The day continued much like the previous, except the further they walked the muddier and swampier the land grew. Nikolai stepped through the mud with distaste as his hooves sank deep in the muck, and he stuck to the grassy parts as much as possible.
Mapleheart continued chattering away, telling stories and asking questions. They found the main path just before noon and thank the gods for that because at least this one was packed dirt and didn't involve sinking flank-deep in mud. They began passing by small dwellings every so often, surrounded by large and intimidating-looking fences. "I don't want to meet whatever those fences are made to keep out," he commented casually to Mapleheart, although his tail flicked back and forth a little nervously.