forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

tune

Bella looked up at the centaurs. “Good morning.” She said stiffly.

Iris observed Scur's mother, something akin to excitement gleaming in her eyes. "Strangers not like Mother, too," she drawled. "Unless Hida can fight?" The elf was positive this centaur would not go easy on her, and it had been a solid few weeks since the Yrnan was beaten to a pulp. She sure as hell could use some sharpening.

Clare heard the comment from inside the tent stormed out, "Iris! Mam I must apologize for her harsh words I'm afraid she lacks sufficient manners to be left alone in any type of situation." She glared at the Elf more sure then ever that Iris had a death wish.

Arabella followed Clare outside with a grin in her face. “Guess I’m not the only one to be rude to a centaur.” Now she wasn’t the only one Clare could be mad at. Good.

"This is true," Iris mused toward Clare, arching a brow. "Though, I also am lacking skill in fighting. Getting rusty. You can fuss over the girl who bled out on your crackers." She jutted her chin in the general direction of Arabella, a smirk toying on her lips. Her vision strayed back to Hida. "So?"

Arabella glared at Iris fir a minute, then flipped her silky red hair over her shoulders and swiftly walked back into the tent. “whatever”.

Hida grumbled something about guests not accepting their hospitality and walked away, but Huw stays as Scur follows Hida.
“hope you slept well! You welcome to stay as long as eclipse stays, but then must go. Mother Hida not like you.” Huw looked apologetic as he said the last sentence.
“I leave now. Goodbye.” The centaur turned and left the foursome to themselves.

(How was that. Idk what I was doing…. that seems really bad and cringe worthy. Sorry)

Clare visibly relaxed when the centaurs left, she turned and stomped into the tent muttering something about needing a spa day before descending into her bag.

After the encounter, the centaurs leave you alone for the most part except for Scur who checks on you often. He seems more curious than suspicious and you suspect that the questions he asks you aren't asked with any malicious intention. You barely notice the days passing as the halo of light rises and falls. Frost gathers on every surface and snowstorms sweep across the tundra. The tough grass clings to life but the ground underfoot has turned to frozen mud and slush. The eternal dusk-like state that encapsulates the world only fades when night comes and the ice-white stars flicker into existence. Eventually, the moon begins to edge away from the face of the sun and a tiny crescent of light brings a new warmth to Medeis.

“Glory be! The sun has risen!” Arabella basked in the sliver of light that shone in her face. “But why is it so bright?”

"Are you complaining?" Iris deadpanned, her tired voice gravelly. She hadn't dared to sleep until the third night, and even at that, paranoia kept her alert every waking moment. The elf stretched up from her bundled form, relishing the minimal heat sunlight provided.

As the sun returns, you gather yourselves and prepare to continue on your way. Before you leave, Scur gives you a week's worth of dried meat, filled waterskins and extra furs for your journey. During your time at the centaur village, the waybeast has become loyal to you and happily carries your supplies. The snow makes it difficult to move quickly and you make little progress. With the sun out it turns soft and the heat of summer returns. The snowstorms stop for the time being.

Your journey has spanned on for about two weeks since you left the village. When your rations ran out you most likely survived on crackers and small game. The area you have entered is hilly with a sparse scattering of conifer trees. The mountains rise on your left and out on the tundra you see a herd of mammoth passing through. There are strong winds whistling through the peaks above you and clouds drifting across the sky, casting shadows across the ground. You can't see it but you can imagine a storm rolling in from across the mountain range. Heading deeper into the mountains is an option.

Arabella took one painful step after the other, wincing each time her foot touched the ground. Two weeks. Two weeks of this madness. Bella had grown thinner during those two weeks. Her red shirt and black pants barely fit anymore. Hunger pains became normal as crackers weren’t filling and Clare didn’t like sharing. Her limp red hair (yes, I’m bringing up the Hair again.) was dirty from the weeks of travel and her once pale skin was burnt and raw. She tripped for what felt like the billionth time that day and let out a string of curses. Her head swam from the heat. This was miserable!

Right, left. Iris shielded her eyes, feeling every step trudge into snow. Shivers racked her body, the cold surprisingly being her biggest enemy. Her feet would've been numb had it not been for the constant walking. Just… walking. Left. Her parched lips opened to gruffly suggest, "Should we break for tonight?" Right. Her hand trembled, slowly lowering to the sheath. Left, right.

Clare looked around at there surroundings, "Let's head deeper into the mountain! SHe shouted over the wind, " We'll find more shelter there!" Her eye's stung from the cold wind and her legs burned, her body begged for water but she resisted the urge to deplete there meager supplies further, Clare had had enough water and food to last several weeks for one person, with the addition of three people and a way-beast her supplies had gone faster then she had expected. She shuddered in the wind and leaned on the way-beasts side as she walked.