Silence
Anonymous Me
To be thanked by Xen'tu was surprising in itself and Aiden tilted his head to the side. Was there something wrong with the troll? No troll thanked a man that was in its right mind and perhaps the only reason that Aiden liked Zae'ju was the fact that the troll wasn't in his right mind at all. After a few seconds of collecting his thoughts again the man nodded. "You're welcome." Periodically he glanced over at the troll while it was busy eating the food. It must have been good or Xen'tu was feeling half starved for something besides the bugs that he'd eaten.
Finally the troll hunter came to his senses again and recovered from the shock. Carefully picking himself up off the ground he wandered to the stream with his empty bowl and rinsed it out. Each man would usually wash his own dish, but Aiden figured he could wash up to. Zae'ju had done that for a day or two while Aiden had forgotten who he was. Gathering the bowl from Zae'ju and rinsing that one Aiden then wandered back to Rose and the put the clean dishes in the saddle bag. The man waited patiently for Xen'tu to finish before he washed that bowl out in the stream and the kettle that he used to cook the food in. For whatever reason the trolls were unusually quiet and it was making Aiden a little nervous.
As the time drew near for them to mount up for the night Aiden didn't think much of the fact that Xen'tu wasn't a toad anymore. For now Zae'ju was going to doing the directing of the beast since the younger troll was not ready for such activity just yet. Aiden didn't think much of it and he frowned. Zae'ju had scooted too far forward for Aiden to be sitting in the front, but riding behind should be more comfortable. Hoping onto the Direhorn behind Zae'ju Aiden half anticipated the toad to crawl under his shirt so he un-tucked the edge of it only to feel himself being pressed into Zae'ju. Bracing his hands against Zae'ju the hunter pushed back and felt his head bump into Xen'tu's tusks. "Agh." The man leaned forward slightly and turned his head so he could peer over his shoulder at the other troll. "I'm not sitting in the middle. He's your brother."
No matter how the man argued it didn't seem that the trolls wanted to be sitting that close and Aiden couldn't squeeze himself out from between the two. Instead he was constantly shifting and swaying on the back of the beast. At least by now he had gotten used to riding and he wasn't quite as saddle sore as he had been the first several days of riding. The primary reason that Aiden preferred to walk rather than ride was quickly proved as he gradually slumped forward and ended up falling asleep.
There was nothing quite so disconcerting as waking with his face plastered to the hairy back of a troll and another one pressed tightly to his back. Momentarily alarmed he began shifting with great vigor to get loose and he hit his head on Xen'tu's tusks and then Aiden threw an elbow back into the ribs of the troll riding behind him. After a few more seconds his head cleared and he growled a little.
Finally the troll hunter came to his senses again and recovered from the shock. Carefully picking himself up off the ground he wandered to the stream with his empty bowl and rinsed it out. Each man would usually wash his own dish, but Aiden figured he could wash up to. Zae'ju had done that for a day or two while Aiden had forgotten who he was. Gathering the bowl from Zae'ju and rinsing that one Aiden then wandered back to Rose and the put the clean dishes in the saddle bag. The man waited patiently for Xen'tu to finish before he washed that bowl out in the stream and the kettle that he used to cook the food in. For whatever reason the trolls were unusually quiet and it was making Aiden a little nervous.
As the time drew near for them to mount up for the night Aiden didn't think much of the fact that Xen'tu wasn't a toad anymore. For now Zae'ju was going to doing the directing of the beast since the younger troll was not ready for such activity just yet. Aiden didn't think much of it and he frowned. Zae'ju had scooted too far forward for Aiden to be sitting in the front, but riding behind should be more comfortable. Hoping onto the Direhorn behind Zae'ju Aiden half anticipated the toad to crawl under his shirt so he un-tucked the edge of it only to feel himself being pressed into Zae'ju. Bracing his hands against Zae'ju the hunter pushed back and felt his head bump into Xen'tu's tusks. "Agh." The man leaned forward slightly and turned his head so he could peer over his shoulder at the other troll. "I'm not sitting in the middle. He's your brother."
No matter how the man argued it didn't seem that the trolls wanted to be sitting that close and Aiden couldn't squeeze himself out from between the two. Instead he was constantly shifting and swaying on the back of the beast. At least by now he had gotten used to riding and he wasn't quite as saddle sore as he had been the first several days of riding. The primary reason that Aiden preferred to walk rather than ride was quickly proved as he gradually slumped forward and ended up falling asleep.
There was nothing quite so disconcerting as waking with his face plastered to the hairy back of a troll and another one pressed tightly to his back. Momentarily alarmed he began shifting with great vigor to get loose and he hit his head on Xen'tu's tusks and then Aiden threw an elbow back into the ribs of the troll riding behind him. After a few more seconds his head cleared and he growled a little.