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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 22:35:07 GMT -5
Mali looked up at him as he told her not to worry about it. He passed it off as if it were nothing. Still shaking, her wiped at her eyes and watched him, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t angry and was just repressing it. She didn’t like when people repressed their emotions because when they let them out, other people could get hurt, emotionally or physically as well as confused. What did she want for breakfast? She could hear him chugging the liquid in his flask. She wondered what it was and when she would be able to get a drink of water.
Shaking her head, she was about to tell him that she would like to have fish when he dropped to the ground. Still being a tad twitchy, she jumped as he hit the ground, a song coming from him. At least, she thought it was a song. It sounded like a song; but she never thought that Convel would sing. She sat down nervously, still looking around, alert when Kunna bounced into her lap. He stood up, placing his feet on her chest, looking into her eyes to make sure she was no longer crying and no longer scared. Smiling, she nuzzled her head with his. He was always looking out for her.
Glancing over at Convel, she knew that she had to voice her needs. “Fish please,” there was a pause as she wasn’t sure how to ask this question. She hadn’t asked for anything from him, he had always asked whether she wanted it. Since he kidnapped her, she didn’t know the friendly terms—if there were any—that stood between them. She would have to test the waters to find out. “Ca . . . can I have some water . . . please?” she was meek again, her voice sounding little and her body sitting in a position that made her look smaller than she was. Her body was tense and her mind was racing. She wanted to get to wherever it was that he was taking her so she could get it over with. However, her nightmare scared her into realising that she had no idea where he was taking her and what it would be like there. She just hoped that whatever remaining friendship they had would allow him to lead her someone decent and not horrifyingly terrible.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 22:59:48 GMT -5
"Fish and water, coming up!" Convel reached into his saddle bag, withdrew a sack of food, found four fish, and threw them through the air. Finding a flask of water, he tossed it too, all landing in Mali's arms.
He figured as soon as she finished eating, they'd ride out with a mountain lion skin. The sky was starting to lighten, with the rim of the sun peeking up over the horizon. Running a hand through tousled hair, Convel watched as the sun rose, in all it's majestic glory, while he let a kidnapped Rider and dragon eat fish and drink water that had been laden with a sleep inducing plant. He watched as they finished eating and drinking. It was working! They slumped over, as Rollo looked at him with an inquisitive glance. Convel lifted the girl and seated her on the horse, while Donas flicked his ear at the added weight. The lizard went on next, head hanging over one side of the large neck while the tail went over the other. After relieving himself in the ashes of the fire, Convel took the reins and the horse loaded with girl and dragon, and the man started heading north.
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 23:27:00 GMT -5
She wasn’t paying attention, still thinking that he was doing his up and down thing with his arms. She was looking up at the sky, watching the brilliant shades of pink and orange come over the sky. She hadn’t been up this late in such a long time that she almost missed looking at the sunrise. A thud made her jump again as the fish and water landed in her lap. Kunna immediately went for the fish, causing Mali to press her fingers through the scaly bundle to get her own two fish. Eating them slowly, she had to say that they tasted funny. Drinking the water to wash it down, it also tasted funny.
As soon as she finished she glanced over at Convel, about to ask him what had happened to the fish when her head began to spin. She tried to stay upright but her eyes felt unusually heavy and her eyes just couldn’t focus on anything—as everything was spinning. She slumped over onto the ground, her head hitting the dirt pretty hard before she was picked up by Convel and placed on the horse. If Kunna were awake, he would have hissed at the awkward position that he had been placed in.
As the horse moved forward so did Mali. Colliding with the mane of the horse, she slumped over a bit, but didn’t fall off. Unlike her sleep before, this one came without any dreams, just a buzzing in the back of her mind. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t think it was good. At least, she didn’t think she thought it was good. She wasn’t conscious enough to even determine whether her thoughts were firm or not.
After hours of riding Mali started to stir. Everything was funny and her head was spinning again. It was then that she remembered Convel and sat bolt upright. The immediate change in height with the added dizzy spinning caused her to slide off the horse. “Ow” she looked around and couldn’t see Convel. Maybe she hadn’t gotten her vision back yet? However, why should she get her vision back? It shouldn’t have been taken from her at all! “Convel? What did you do to me?!” she was scared again. Friends don’t drug friends!
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 23, 2010 9:24:57 GMT -5
Convel picked Mali up and set her back on the horse. The fish gambit had worked, but only for so long. Now she'd be pissed at him. Prepared to meet any challenge with fortitude, Convel shrugged at her question and answered the unasked one.
"We're about two days from our destination, Uru'Baen. Dinnae worrit yourself. I'll nae let anyone or anything harm ye. Besides, what could harm ye while I'm here?" Convel watched as Rollo eyed the dragon, judging whether or not he could reach the neck in one jump. Convel growled at him, to warn him off his path, then chuckled as Rollo looked downcast and sad. The blue eyed, red haired giant glanced at the horse. Walking with such a light load had left Donas with all most all of his original energy.
Convel gripped the reins and started walking once more, Donas the gray, almost black, warhorse following him. Off to the west, mountains stretched into the distance, while west, the plains went on and on and on forever. The largeness of the continent still took Convel's breath away when you could travel up and down Alba in eight days. The sun was now descending, and Convel estimated at least three hours before it started to get dark.
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Post by Mali on Jun 23, 2010 9:54:00 GMT -5
She felt herself being picked up and felt like she was a child. As she was placed on the horse, she held onto it tightly, trying not to fall off again. Her head was still spinning from whatever was in the fish and water. She realised that the same thing must have happened to Kunna. As Convel shrugged as answer to her question, she rolled her eyes. She knew that he had to have done something to the fish and water. Fish and water would never do that to just anyone. If she hadn’t eaten or had the drink before she passed out, then she would believe it to be fatigue. However, since she did eat before passing out, she knew that he had done something to the food. From now on, she would only eat what she knew was fresh. Even though she didn’t have any nightmares while she had been passed out, she didn’t like the feeling of being passed out.
So many things could have happened to her while she was. Convel could have been attacked by too many men and gotten injured and since she was passed out, she would have been kidnapped a second time. Many other thoughts went through her head when she looked over at him, finally receiving an answer about their destination. She had never heard anything about Uru’Baen. Mali didn’t know anything about the place, so she had no idea whether it was a good or bad thing that he was taking her there. However, whatever the reason was, she probably wouldn’t like it.
Kunna shook his head and almost slid off the horse as he started to stir, but Mali held onto him to stop that from happening. Looking at Convel, she gave him a look. “You could,” she paused, looking down to her lap, at which Kunna was trying to lick his nostrils but couldn’t quite do it since he was a little out of it still. ”I mean, you did drug us. Fish and water never have that affect on people” she didn’t want him to get angry at her accusation that he drugged her, because she knew that he did. There was no other way for that to happen unless he drugged them. Besides, since he had to have drugged them, there was no point in his denying it.
At the pace that they were moving at, she didn’t want to wait two more days. She wanted to get there now and then leave as soon as possible, though she assumed that they wouldn’t let her leave willy-nilly. Whoever it was, they had sent Convel to kidnap her, and by doing such an act, she knew that they wouldn’t give her up so easily.
Looking over at Convel, she wondered why he wasn’t on the horse with her. They would travel faster if they all rode together. Then she considered the horse. He wasn’t in his prime young years. He looked old and knowledgeable. With Convel’s size, he probably weighed an awful lot. Therefore, with her and Kunna as well as Convel, the horse probably wouldn’t be able to hold all of their weight. However, Convel shouldn’t have to walk all the way there. She wasn’t too happy with him now—considering everything that he had done to her so far—but that didn’t mean that he should have to walk the entire way. She would hate to have two days worth of walking to do, even if they were stopping to take breaks and sleep. Then again, she didn’t need to sleep during their stops, he could force her to sleep. She frowned at that.
“You shouldn’t have to walk the entire way. Kunna and I are well rested because of you, so why don’t we switch? Kunna and I will walk and you could have a rope or something, to make sure we don’t escape?” she didn’t want to add the last part. She would rather not have a rope around her neck, arm, wrist, or anywhere. She also knew that Kunnandi would not be pleased with having a leash either. However, she knew that Convel wouldn’t let them off the horse unless he knew that they wouldn’t escape. Even as her friend, she knew that he was compelled to get them to Uru’Baen. This was the only way that he could take a break from walking.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 23, 2010 13:50:58 GMT -5
"I drugged ye, aye. I'll nae ride while a lassie has tae walk." Convel spoke quietly. He wasn't proud of drugging a young, helpless girl that couldn't even defend herself from rape. He had kidnapped her and now she had been in the company of a "Ravaging Alban, capable of any act of depravity, rapine, or injury" for two days now. Rollo, the horse, and the dragon would be able to do nothing if Convel actually decided to live up to his broadsheet warning and commit depraved acts of rapine and ravage.
The Albans had long been a seafaring nation, and Alban men were expected to be able to go to sea to defend her at a moment's notice, then never stop fighting if the invaders landed on the shore. Thus, Alban women were no strangers to not seeing their men for several years at time as they took to the heather, fighting a guerrilla campaign for Alba's freedom, or imprisoned for fighting the guerrilla campaign. Convel hadn't had to take to the heather, but his father had and remembered well the lessons learned during that harsh winter. He had passed them on to Convel, and Convel now knew enough about this land to read the signs in the ground that they were being tailed. By the way rocks trembled and shook, it was a group of dragoons, mounted infantry. There were about thirty, give or take two or three. Only the Empire had dragoons. That didn't worry Convel. Himself alone, he might have been press-ganged, then he would have escaped at a later date. Taking care of a girl, lizard, horse, and wolf that was about to actually become a wolf, Convel had to think. He opened his mind, and contacted Mali. We're about thirty minutes from being overtaken by dragoons of the Empire. They number around thirty. Ride into those trees just ahead, and take shelter. If you hear pleas for mercy, ignore them. Whatever you hear or see, stay hidden.
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Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 11:41:46 GMT -5
He admitted that he had drugged her. At least he was good enough there. He was able to admit his fault of drugging a friend, if he still considered her a friend. He hadn’t stated whether they were still friends or not. From the way that he had been treating her so far, it was very confusing. He was kind to her when he needed to be, but then things happened that made her question whether he still saw them as friends. It is a hard situation to be in because she wanted to know exactly what was going on, yet Convel wouldn’t tell her everything necessary. Mali nodded her head. If only Kunna knew how to fly. If he did, then she could ride him while Convel rode his horse. However, she didn’t think that Convel would like that idea much either. If she were flying Kunna, then she would have a better chance of escaping.
She wasn’t paying attention until she felt the nudge into her mind. Turning to face him, she listened to what he told her. How did he know around how many men there were and how did he know how far away they were? She was amazed at that kind of ability, but he had finished talking and she assumed that was when she was supposed to do as he told her. Nodding to him in acceptance to what she had to do, she started to ride ahead into the trees. She knew that this was a valuable chance to escape, but if these Empire men had means of transportation, then Convel could surely take one and find her. There was no point in trying to escape unless she knew that there was a way that she would get away with it.
Kunnandi heard everything that Convel had said to Mali, and shook his head. He asked Mali why he was being so kind to them and protecting them. He couldn’t ask her in words yet, but she understood his question and answered that he wanted to take them to Uru-Baen. That seemed to appeal to him and he was quiet again. As she waited in the trees, she thought about how he would come back. If he came back badly injured, she would insist that he ride the horse while they walked. Better yet, he said that he would never ride as long as a woman had to walk. Therefore, if she changed forms and rode on top of Kunna—who would have a leash to keep them from escaping—then she wouldn’t be walking. Kunna smiled at the idea, thinking it fun if Mali were to ride him as a cat. He had gotten a bit bigger since their first mission. During that mission, he had been the same size as her. Now, he was getting bigger by the day. It wouldn’t be long before he would be fully grown.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 24, 2010 12:29:07 GMT -5
Convel watched as they disappeared into the treeline. Now he could set an ambush worthy of the most daring freedom fighters of Alba. First order of business was to gather strong, long stakes and sharpen them. That ate up fifteen of Convel's thirty minutes. Second to do was bury them, point up, to catch the horses and dis-mount the dragoons. That ate up ten minutes, leaving him five to shimmy up a tree with his bow and arrows. The riders were riding hard and fast, meaning they'd not notice when an arrow took out the lead rider.
He tumbled, an arrow sticking out of his throat. His horse stopped, but all the others continued on, running headlong into the stakes. As the riders fell, arrows found the ones still alive, or sporting broken bones. At the end of an hour, all were dead, with Convel dropping out of the tree to retrieve his arrows. The girl was staying hid, good. There probably was a survivor, waiting to knife Convel in the back. He got to the first man, and slit his throat. The arrow came out with chunks of meat stuck to it, meaning Convel would have to wash them and his quiver at the next stream. He repeated the process at each corpse, only stopping to puke once. Retrieving the last arrow, he called out to Mali;
"Ye can come out now! They're all dead!" Convel grabbed the nearest one and started hauling him to the closest group of dead men, intent on giving them a decent fire, if not burial. They couldn't waste time burying them, but he could light their way to the Otherworld with a decent fire. The horses could be collected and sold, most of them. He'd keep one for the girl, one for extra food and other things, and a last two for switching out. Horses couldn't carry humans forever.
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Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 15:31:37 GMT -5
Mali could hear nothing but silence for the longest time. She had no idea as to what Convel was doing or what was happening, but she knew that she probably wouldn’t like the results. She hoped that things wouldn’t be too bad. As she said, if he was severely injured, she would insist upon his riding the horse. However, she didn’t doubt that he would have gained or horse or other transportation from the Empire. She had to question his motives though. Wasn’t he working for the Empire? Why else would he kidnap her if it wasn’t for the Empire?
Mali heard shouts and grunts, a few screams, which made her assume that Convel was taking care of them. This only continued to confuse her. There couldn’t be any reason why Convel would kidnap her unless he was working for the Empire. Therefore, it confused her that he would work for the Empire, but kill other Empire soldiers and men. After a long time passed, she finally heard Convel calling her out from her hiding spot. It took her a few moments to get the horse to listen to her, as she didn’t know how to properly ride one, but she got out of the trees. Kunna smiled proudly at the fact that Mali couldn’t ride a horse properly. He liked the idea that she would only know how to properly ride him, when the time came.
She didn’t look at the mess and bloody pit that they 30 men, give or take a few, were piled in. She didn’t want to look at what had happened to them. Looking at Convel, she didn’t smile, but the edges of her mouth turned up a slight amount, as if to give a reassuring glance. She hoped that he wouldn’t burn them. The smell of burning flesh would make her sick. Seeing as the only thing that she had had to eat today was fish and water—laced with drugs—she would rather not let that leave her stomach.
She noticed that he had a few more horses, which made her give a small smile. Now they would be able to get to Uru’Baen faster. It wasn’t that she wanted to get to this horrendous place because she wanted to. It was because she wanted to get it over with and leave as soon as possible that she wanted to get there faster. Looking down to the horse, she pointed to the flasks that were in the bag, glancing up at him, she timidly asked him her question; one that she had been waiting to ask for an hour. “Which one is water? And is it laced with drugs? If I sleep any more, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep when we stop for the night,” she didn’t say it in a playful or ‘ha ha’ tone. It was a simple statement, for which she avoided his eyes. She didn’t want to address the fact that he had drugged her, but she didn’t want it to happen again. Sometimes, you had to have awkward moments to avoid losing pleasure or comfort.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 24, 2010 16:52:07 GMT -5
"Who said we're stopping for the night? Sleep in the saddle, drink rain water, eat verra stale bread, that's how Albans live when riding the Freedom-trail. We may not be riding the Freedom-trail, but we'll ride like we are. The one with a circle carved into the top." Convel continued stacking the men and several dead horses, searching the saddle bags of the horses as he worked. He found a little bit of money, a letter he didn't read, and mainly bits of equipment that soldiers might need. Convel's dirk was stained with the blood of men who had no need to die, except for their intent to rape Mali, then kill her. Rollo was nosing about in the tree line, probably looking for a skunk. The bodies weren't giving off a stench yet, but they would very soon, thus increasing the necessity of burning them.
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Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 19:33:46 GMT -5
Mali frowned, as he seemed to chastise her for saying that they were stopping for the night. She hadn’t meant to offend him. It was quite the opposite. She didn’t want to be a hassle to him. If they were to stop for the night and she couldn’t sleep because she had been forced to sleep so much during the day, then that means that he wouldn’t get to sleep either, because if he slept, he wouldn’t be able to make sure she doesn’t escape. Sure, he would be able to track her, but she’d have a good head start if he had been sleeping while she was riding away.
“I didn’t mean to insult you Convel. I just thought that we were going to stop like we did last night, that way, you would also get to sleep. I’m sorry” her ears flattened back as she picked the flask with the circle carved at the top and climbed down off her horse. She was trying to be nice here. Even if he hadn’t given her reason to be so friendly and pleasant with him, he was still her friend. She wasn’t going to be downright rude to him; it just wasn’t who she was. She was sad to think that he was angry with her again. She seemed to get him angry a lot now.
Holding the flask, about to give some water to Kunna, she stopped. This caused Kunna to whine a bit, looking at the flask and then looking at Mali. Shushing him, she turned back to Convel. He didn’t answer her other question. “Not to be rude,” she said it in a tone that suggested he wasn’t being the nicest of friendly kidnappers. “but you didn’t answer whether the water is drugged or not. I don’t want to be drugged again. Forced sleep isn’t all that comfortable” Mali knew that he might not care about what she wanted. Nevertheless, he had minded so far and had tried to be relatively decent with her. What should stop him from being like that now?
Looking at what he was doing, the dead bodies being stacked, she stood up and walked over, Kunna following her. She really hoped that he wouldn’t burn the bodies. The smell of burning flesh was horrid and hard to bear. She would rather avoid having that smell in her nostrils until something else replaced it. “If you’re going to burn them, can I ride ahead a bit? The smell makes me sick and since all I’ve had to eat was breakfast, I’d like to keep that in my stomach” Mali didn’t like how vocal she was being with him now. Even if he was being friendly with her, he still kidnapped her. He still made it impossible for her to leave his side and go home. She could easily leave his side, but he had the capability to drag her back easily. It wasn’t fair. Therefore, if he was going to do these mean and cruel things to her without saying sorry, then he could at least give her what he could to make her comfortable. Mali had never requested such good treatment before, but she had never had a friend before. Friends were supposed to be kind and caring for other friends. Friends were supposed to be there for each other. Friends were not supposed to kidnap each other, nor drug each other. It wasn't how friends were supposed to be!
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 24, 2010 20:00:16 GMT -5
"It's nae drugged. Lass, if I can sleep on rock, without anything under me, I can sleep in a saddle. Aye, ride on ahead. The wind will be blowing south for another hour, maybe." The kilted warrior continued with his task, saying a silent prayer over every dead corpse, horse and man alike. He didn't like to have the souls of thirty men watching him and condemning him, but he would rather have those than the innocence and honor of a young woman on his conscious. Not only the innocence and honor, but the maiden head, glaring at him every time he closed his eyes. He would much rather thirty dead souls than a woman. Hell hath no fury like a woman dishonored, when she could have been protected. The pile grew larger as the area cleaner, but some things could never be removed, like the stain of blood on grass. The live horses began to group together, all watching the man from far away as he moved and thought.
His thoughts turned from death, to the girl he had kidnapped and was now escorting through the Empire. She seemed hopeless, almost lost. Was it being kidnapped, or was it him? Convel didn't know, and didn't know what to think or do, a state which almost never happened to him. Usually, his mind was moving like lighting, processing images, the surroundings, people he was near. The girl seemed attached to the over-grown lizard, and Convel could only hope that Pravus Corripio, his laird, wouldn't harm them. Shedding blood and losing his own for a girl would do that to a man. Gripping the last corpse by the shoulders, he lifted and flung, letting the man's feet hang over his shoulder as he carried it to the pile. Taking his dirk and black knife, Convel started a fire on the corpse of the youngest man. Collecting the horses and leading them to Mali, he turned to watch as the thick, black, oily smoke hung in the air for a moment, then scattered. The souls of the dead, watching their killer for a moment before taking their leave of this world.
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Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 20:36:38 GMT -5
She nodded her head. That was all that she needed to hear. Picking Kunna up, she walked over to her horse and climbed on. Kunna pawed at the flask in her hands, but she ignored him. If she waited to give him a drink now, then she would have the stench of burning flesh in her nose for hours, maybe even days. Of all the senses, the worst memories are ones ties with the sense of smell. Sure, visual images were horrible to be stuck in your head, and reminders of them pop up easily, but eventually they fade. The mind can only remember so much for certain lengths of time. However, the nose never forgets a scent. As soon as it comes around, the brain links it with the memory and it’s in your head again. The worst thing ever. She did not want to have this memory stuck in her nose, so to speak.
Riding ahead, she didn’t know how far to go to wait for Convel, but she knew it was time to stop once she saw the smoke above the few trees that were around. You would think that even though the stench of dead, decaying bodies would draw attention. However, wouldn’t the large, dark smoke draw attention faster? As Convel came up to them, she knew it was okay for Kunna to have his drink now. Wiggling in her lap he happily gulped down the water, pulling away when he had his fill. Licking his lips, he nudged the flask to Mali, knowing how thirsty she was as well. “How much further until we get to Uru’Baen? Is there any way to get there faster?” she wasn’t trying to be impudent, but she really just wanted to get there as soon as possible and get this all over with. Taking a drink from the flask, a bit of water dribbled down her chin, which caused her to sigh and wipe it away with her sleeve. She was beginning to give up her hope. She didn’t think that this situation could get any worse. She didn’t think that she would ever get to go home at this rate. Why had Convel condemned her to this fate? Sure, she hated the training she had to go through. Nevertheless, there, she was home, she could go back once it was finished. Now, she had to see what was happening, know who was keeping her, why they wanted her, and now, what they were going to do to and with her.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 24, 2010 21:03:55 GMT -5
"If ye can handle not sleeping at night, galloping the entire way there, and not stopping for anything, aye, we could be in Uru'Baen in about a day. Now, since I doubt ye could do those things, maybe two and a half days, to make up for lost time. Convel soothed the horses and checked the tack on all of them. Full tack for most. Convel took all of it off of the horses, save for his warhorse and another one. The horses all kept their reins and bridle, but that was it. The saddles and everything else went into a large pile. Convel took the bits out and tossed them on the ground, allowing the horses to nose at the ground. The Empire used heavy tack, and bits designed to hurt. Convel could ride bareback, using only his knees to direct the horse. The Alban talked to the horses as though they were people. Sometime soon, he might depend on them to save his life, and he wasn't about to destroy the fragile bond of trust being built.
Deciding to strengthen those bonds, Convel mounted one of the bareback horses, letting the the reins hang loosely on the horses neck.
"Shall we go, or do ye and yon ower-grown lizard need a rest?"
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Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 21:37:21 GMT -5
She bit her lip. Another 2 days and a half, she didn’t think it was short enough. She wanted to face this problem right now! She didn’t want to wait any longer. She mulled over her thoughts as Convel did something with the horses. Mali wasn’t a horse expert, so it didn’t matter what he was exactly doing. He seemed to know what he was doing well enough, so it didn’t matter if she knew or not. If she had to wait a few more days until she would have to face this problem, she didn’t know how much longer her hope would last during that time. She knew that once she got to Uru’Baen, that her hope would possibly grow, depending on what happened to her. However, if nothing but horrible things happened, then her hope would begin to dwindle again. It was worth a try, getting there as soon as possible.
Kunna snorted in Convel’s direction and Mali looked up, she had been caught up in her own musings. Shaking her head, she spurred her horse off into a gallop, hoping that he would keep up with her, or even surpass her. She wanted to get there as soon as possible. Riding for as long as possible, stopping as minimum as possible, and galloping the entire way, she would make it in less than two and a half days. Shouting over her shoulder, she would at least let him know her plans. “I want to get there as soon as possible and get this over with. There’s no point hoping to go home right away, you won’t let that happen. So I want to get there now and deal with it. Then take Kunna home.” she knew it was silly to be optimistic for such an outcome. Nevertheless, the least he could do was encourage her to keep hope. That’s all that she had in the end of it.
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