She stood there where the cobbled road fell away to dirt. It was at the edge of town to the south. More than aware that the last time she had been in this area was when Panther had helped her escape from the barbarians, she would not look in that specific direction that stood thick with trees and wood.
Instead, she shivered and offered a smile towards the Fisherwoman. "A safe journey is wished for you, Thale." It still sounded strange to call her by that. Though, to this day, she was not certain if it was her first or last name.
The small one shifted from one soft leather booted foot to the other while the old fisherwoman climbed back up to the cart. The back of it was filled with supplies: bundles, crates, and barrles with a bed of hay to help pad the bumping and shifting about of the trip she had ahead of her.
"Now, ye be'havin' yerself while I'm gone. Keep yerself busy and ye won't be feelin' so alone." Weather and age cracked featured deepened lines at her eyes when she smiled an understanding smile. "I'll be back when the weather's better. My sister'll nae allow me long than that!" Chuckling, Thale slapped the reins down on the back of the old swag back horse and she headed south, out of the main city of RhyDin to a far-less populated southeastern end of it.
S'jira stomped her feet against the cobbles while she watched the old woman. The snow was falling about her in thick, wet tufts and added each great flake to the layers of snow and ice already there.
She pulled the hood of the cloak up over her head and started off in the direction of town and for the bridge that stretched over the water.
Instead, she shivered and offered a smile towards the Fisherwoman. "A safe journey is wished for you, Thale." It still sounded strange to call her by that. Though, to this day, she was not certain if it was her first or last name.
The small one shifted from one soft leather booted foot to the other while the old fisherwoman climbed back up to the cart. The back of it was filled with supplies: bundles, crates, and barrles with a bed of hay to help pad the bumping and shifting about of the trip she had ahead of her.
"Now, ye be'havin' yerself while I'm gone. Keep yerself busy and ye won't be feelin' so alone." Weather and age cracked featured deepened lines at her eyes when she smiled an understanding smile. "I'll be back when the weather's better. My sister'll nae allow me long than that!" Chuckling, Thale slapped the reins down on the back of the old swag back horse and she headed south, out of the main city of RhyDin to a far-less populated southeastern end of it.
S'jira stomped her feet against the cobbles while she watched the old woman. The snow was falling about her in thick, wet tufts and added each great flake to the layers of snow and ice already there.
She pulled the hood of the cloak up over her head and started off in the direction of town and for the bridge that stretched over the water.