Drizzle Drazzle [Rima]
Oct 15, 2014 23:15:01 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 23:15:01 GMT
Why am I so emotional?
No, it's not a good look, gain some self-control
No, it's not a good look, gain some self-control
The Halidom might as well have been dubbed the Hail-dom. The dreary gray format of the sky above seemed never-ending today, and as it drizzled all around in the chorus of frogs and rain the wagon kept going.
Wagon was a strong word for what it really was - a small hitch, made for a single horse, with a small bench big enough for two or three people and the shittiest of coverings possible, that threatened to spill over and leak rain onto the poor driver at any minute. The charitble looking fellow - who currently sat stooped, shoulders hunched up like that of a bat, and doing his best to look as unapproachable as possible - was currently trying to rush his rapid way home as best he could, considering the age and personality of his horse. She was older than most would have picked out to ride, and she didn't have an actual rush in the world - Liam couldn't bring himself to hurry her along after all the trouble they had been through.
So here our hero-thing was, making his way down a trading route with a wagon full of mismatched goodies and somewhat required supplies that no one else could be bothered to retrieve. The healer reached a hand up and rubbed at the dark splotches under his eyes. When did he last get actual rest, a break from all of this supplies and inventory and stock work? If the soldiers didn't need so much stuff to be more than happy, he'd quit. In fact, he wondered why he even bothered to get Malcovic's Feroxi Honey that the young guard pined so much for - a tiny pint, to be sure - but Liam couldn't just come back to see the poor new guy sad that he would never get to try any.
In fact, at least a third of the possessions he was traveling with was in the realm of unnecessary knick knacks and supplies that he knew his men and women back at home had wanted. He had a soft spot after all, it seemed. His train of thought was slightly derailed as a crossroads came into view - it seemed like a few other wagons were in the area as well, heading through the road intersecting his current path. Slowing his horse, Liam came to a crawl as the wagon approached the crossing, and he looked at the scene curiously, hoping it wouldn't take too long for them to get out of his way...
Wagon was a strong word for what it really was - a small hitch, made for a single horse, with a small bench big enough for two or three people and the shittiest of coverings possible, that threatened to spill over and leak rain onto the poor driver at any minute. The charitble looking fellow - who currently sat stooped, shoulders hunched up like that of a bat, and doing his best to look as unapproachable as possible - was currently trying to rush his rapid way home as best he could, considering the age and personality of his horse. She was older than most would have picked out to ride, and she didn't have an actual rush in the world - Liam couldn't bring himself to hurry her along after all the trouble they had been through.
So here our hero-thing was, making his way down a trading route with a wagon full of mismatched goodies and somewhat required supplies that no one else could be bothered to retrieve. The healer reached a hand up and rubbed at the dark splotches under his eyes. When did he last get actual rest, a break from all of this supplies and inventory and stock work? If the soldiers didn't need so much stuff to be more than happy, he'd quit. In fact, he wondered why he even bothered to get Malcovic's Feroxi Honey that the young guard pined so much for - a tiny pint, to be sure - but Liam couldn't just come back to see the poor new guy sad that he would never get to try any.
In fact, at least a third of the possessions he was traveling with was in the realm of unnecessary knick knacks and supplies that he knew his men and women back at home had wanted. He had a soft spot after all, it seemed. His train of thought was slightly derailed as a crossroads came into view - it seemed like a few other wagons were in the area as well, heading through the road intersecting his current path. Slowing his horse, Liam came to a crawl as the wagon approached the crossing, and he looked at the scene curiously, hoping it wouldn't take too long for them to get out of his way...
Rima lemme know if this works for you or nooooot
