The sun shone brightly overhead, it's radiance only tempered by the cool breeze blowing off of the Skal river. A pot hole in the road made the cart jump, jolting the young woman awake. The old wooden wagon creaked as she adjusted herself amongst the various goods to get her bearings. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She'd been hired to protect an elderly farmer against bandits while he traveled to Eros, not to sleep in the back of his cart and put wrinkles in the cloths that his wife had made. She climbed to the seat at the front of the cart, hoping that she hadn't drooled while she slept. The old man swayed with the constant rocking of the wagon just like he had been when she'd fallen asleep, it was that very motion that had lulled her into napping in the first place. He moved aside while she climbed over to give her a place to sit.
"I apologize, I was not hired to sleep." She said, her dull gray-green eyes focused on her hands. The old man chuckled. "I'm sure you would have woken if we were attacked. It is not a very quiet thing you know." This made her smile. It was reassuring to know that there were still some good-hearted folk in the world. A rider on horseback rounded the bend coming toward them, followed by others who's sigil she didn't know. Three black ravens; one carrying arrows in it's talons, the second carrying a branch off of an apple tree covered in blossoms, and the third carrying a quill. She rested a hand on the hilt of her sword to be sure she was ready in case they attacked. The first rider stopped and the rest trotted to a halt beside him.
"Ho there, where are you off to this morn?" He asked flashing a shady smile. The old man nodded a greeting, telling the younger man that he was going to Eros for trade.
"I'll give you a few silvers for your daughter there, that is if she's intact." The men exchanged a chuckle at their assumed leader's joke. The old man whipped the mule into motion again, yet the other men on horseback blocked the road. She loosened the sword in it's scabbard. The "leader" circled around the back of the cart
 vampiress10000 · Tue May 31, 2011 @ 05:43am · 1 Comments |
