Aurilia followed after her big brother. She was rather worried. It was not them leaving that surprised her, it had been obvious for a long time that her brother was unhappy in Riverway. The problem was the way he was walking. His gate had changed. He also was not talking with her. He had not met her eyes since they left.
Well, if her big brother was going to be foolish, she would just take care of him herself. She knew the perfect way to get him to stop. She jogged up to him and grabbed his sleeve. “Brother, I am getting rather tired. I see the old ruins up ahead, can we please stop there?”
Post by littlesong on Sept 5, 2015 18:11:09 GMT -8
The pain was horrible. The punishment Aurric had endured for trying to steal food for himself and his sister had been very harsh. He hid it well, as well as he could, and got his sister out of that unforgiving, self-righteous place. As they traveled, his steps had gotten slower. His gait was less confident and hinted more at something a little off. Was he tired? Yes but they weren't far enough away yet. They would never be far enough away. He had to protect his sister. Aurric had to get her to a better place, somewhere more willing to help.
How far could they travel today? How many more candlemarks did they have until night came? Were there any dangerous men on their path? Were there any dangerous beasts to watch out for?
With his pain great and his focused thoughts darting around the countryside they traveled through, Aurric was not expecting his sister's sudden intrusion into his thoughts and space. He had heard her footsteps quicken behind him, he felt her tug on his sleeve. But it took him a moment to concentrate on her. He was doing all he could just to put one foot in front of the other. He was thirsty, he was very hungry. He was very tired, and he was very much in pain.
His sister was tired? Is that what she said? Yes, of course! Of course she was tired. She was probably very hungry too. He'd have to see if he couldn't hunt up something for her to eat, be it stolen or not. He needed to care for her. She was his life.
Avoiding her gaze he nodded at her, wiped a dirty sleeve across his sweated brow and cringed when the muscles pulled on his back. Lowering his arm he looked towards the ruins she had mentioned and nodded.
Reaching down, he wanted to take her hand and together they would head towards the ruins.