Post by Annasiel on Apr 29, 2022 20:07:57 GMT
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Sometimes it felt like they were trying to catch the moon.
Five months, they'd been travelling. Five months running from town to town, never staying in any one place for more than a few days, coming and going in the dead of night. They'd laxed a bit, once they were out of Duwain's shadow, but they never really settled. They couldn't. Daredn't. So was life, following fleeting rumors of magic, only to find rickety towns with healers who knew more of herbs than rituals. Praach though - Praach seemed promising. It was larger than many of the places they'd travelled, and was known to be a hub of knowledge and trade. This promise brought its fair share of risks, though. More a chance someone passing through would recognize them for what they were, and have no ill conscious to sell them out to the Brenners. They weren't the largest family among the Rithe, but they had wealth, and wealth bought complicity.
Sersha pulled her hood tighter around her face, glancing back at Duvlas with an uncertain smile. They were outside a theater of sorts, now, patrons dressed in fine clothes milling about the pair with a haughty sort of air. In a place like this, they stood out like a pair of sore thumbs. Nobody had paid them much mind yet, at least, and they did their best to keep it that way, hanging to the edges of the crowd, holding their heads low and pressing forward.
"Keep an eye out for a little person," Sersha muttered back to Duvlas. "About yea high. Forgot what they called him, but I remember he's short. And - he goes by the name of Gideon."
Five months, they'd been travelling. Five months running from town to town, never staying in any one place for more than a few days, coming and going in the dead of night. They'd laxed a bit, once they were out of Duwain's shadow, but they never really settled. They couldn't. Daredn't. So was life, following fleeting rumors of magic, only to find rickety towns with healers who knew more of herbs than rituals. Praach though - Praach seemed promising. It was larger than many of the places they'd travelled, and was known to be a hub of knowledge and trade. This promise brought its fair share of risks, though. More a chance someone passing through would recognize them for what they were, and have no ill conscious to sell them out to the Brenners. They weren't the largest family among the Rithe, but they had wealth, and wealth bought complicity.
Sersha pulled her hood tighter around her face, glancing back at Duvlas with an uncertain smile. They were outside a theater of sorts, now, patrons dressed in fine clothes milling about the pair with a haughty sort of air. In a place like this, they stood out like a pair of sore thumbs. Nobody had paid them much mind yet, at least, and they did their best to keep it that way, hanging to the edges of the crowd, holding their heads low and pressing forward.
"Keep an eye out for a little person," Sersha muttered back to Duvlas. "About yea high. Forgot what they called him, but I remember he's short. And - he goes by the name of Gideon."
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