Silence
Anonymous Me
Donovan Blackmoore (Somewhere Over The Rainbow)
Morning dew had frozen to the ground. The tuft of Donovan's hair that stuck out from under his blanket sparkled in the light with the little bits of crusted ice in it. Pushing the blanket back he stretched his arms and groaned, "Aaaagh!" Donovan put a hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Some of the ice fell out from his hair and the rest stubbornly gripped at its resting place. Peering about the camp he noticed that no one else was up except the second watch. The group needed to start moving. One day of rest had been good but, it was time to leave and Donovan was anxious to be done with the task. "Alright lets get up and moving." Shaking the shoulders of the Gregor's brothers Donovan grumbled and moved to the next bundle of blankets. No one seemed to feel inspired to get up.
Rather than spend his time waiting Donovan threw a few more pieces of wood on the smoldering embers of last night's fire. He gazed over the group of travelers and shook his head. Donovan would have to start breakfast as well if they were going to get a decent start on the day.
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By mid afternoon the occasional passing of a farm had turned into a smattering of houses. They were getting near a city. Donovan pulled one layer of clothing off. It was too hot here. Rolling the extra robe up he shoved it into the roll behind the saddle.
People had begun to gather near the entrances of shops, and homes. Roadways cleared ahead of them and the peasants watched from the edge of the road. The warrior shifted in the saddle to look back at Illya and Adran. From appearances they were comfortable enough. Naturally the forked tongue doctor more so than the others. Donovan turned to face forward again and their eventual destination.
A little girl pointed to them with wide eyes and her mother grabbed the offending hand. Quickly the two of them disappeared inside a house. The little man clenched his jaw and did his best to ignore the stares. Looming ahead of them were huge city walls. He'd never seen so many people packed into a space like this.
Leaning over in the saddle Donovan hissed to one of the others. "Is this the capital?" He had no idea where they were at this point. For now he was just following his orders. Taking a deep breath he nodded. It wasn't the capital but, he wished it was. Donovan wanted for this to be over and quickly.
Morning dew had frozen to the ground. The tuft of Donovan's hair that stuck out from under his blanket sparkled in the light with the little bits of crusted ice in it. Pushing the blanket back he stretched his arms and groaned, "Aaaagh!" Donovan put a hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Some of the ice fell out from his hair and the rest stubbornly gripped at its resting place. Peering about the camp he noticed that no one else was up except the second watch. The group needed to start moving. One day of rest had been good but, it was time to leave and Donovan was anxious to be done with the task. "Alright lets get up and moving." Shaking the shoulders of the Gregor's brothers Donovan grumbled and moved to the next bundle of blankets. No one seemed to feel inspired to get up.
Rather than spend his time waiting Donovan threw a few more pieces of wood on the smoldering embers of last night's fire. He gazed over the group of travelers and shook his head. Donovan would have to start breakfast as well if they were going to get a decent start on the day.
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By mid afternoon the occasional passing of a farm had turned into a smattering of houses. They were getting near a city. Donovan pulled one layer of clothing off. It was too hot here. Rolling the extra robe up he shoved it into the roll behind the saddle.
People had begun to gather near the entrances of shops, and homes. Roadways cleared ahead of them and the peasants watched from the edge of the road. The warrior shifted in the saddle to look back at Illya and Adran. From appearances they were comfortable enough. Naturally the forked tongue doctor more so than the others. Donovan turned to face forward again and their eventual destination.
A little girl pointed to them with wide eyes and her mother grabbed the offending hand. Quickly the two of them disappeared inside a house. The little man clenched his jaw and did his best to ignore the stares. Looming ahead of them were huge city walls. He'd never seen so many people packed into a space like this.
Leaning over in the saddle Donovan hissed to one of the others. "Is this the capital?" He had no idea where they were at this point. For now he was just following his orders. Taking a deep breath he nodded. It wasn't the capital but, he wished it was. Donovan wanted for this to be over and quickly.
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