Rialynn nodded slowly as she took each person's preference, then her eyes slooooowly grew wider as she realized that she might actually be the party leader for this merry little band. She looked back at the road. Looked at the others.
Crap!
She turned back toward town and pressed forward, surreptitiously tugging at the end of her bandanna. Butterflies abounded in her stomach, for she'd never really been the leader type. She was the one who followed, gathering information and staying off to the sidelines unless danger demanded she leap in to help.
"It can't hurt to just talk to him. We should conserve what we've got for now, save it for an emergency, right?" At least, that seemed like the best plan to her.
She fell silent as they moved through the woods. She found herself squinting in the darkness, trying to make out familiar items as they moved. Over there should be the weird dirt hills with the small craters at the top, over there would be the big boulders she'd climbed on and jumped off of, and somewhere around here was the fallen log she'd walked over pretending it was over a perilous ravine filled with spikes...
It didn't take long to reach the village perimeter. It wasn't a very big place, holding maybe thirty homes, an inn where a couple more soldiers lingered and casually conversed, and a low circular stone wall in the center of the village, presumably where people sat when the mayor called a town meeting.
Rialynn's gaze was fixated on a small house situated next to a blacksmith. One of the windows glowed with light. Part of her was relieved, as it meant her father was definitely still alive. But it also meant that she had to go face him and admit everything she'd tried to forget about herself.
"Okay. Wait here. I'm not sure how long it'll take, so I guess if it's more than an hour or so, uh... Actually I'm not sure. Just wait here." And she crept closer to the building, keeping it between her and the inn, slipping away toward the front until she was out of the group's sight.
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Crap!
She turned back toward town and pressed forward, surreptitiously tugging at the end of her bandanna. Butterflies abounded in her stomach, for she'd never really been the leader type. She was the one who followed, gathering information and staying off to the sidelines unless danger demanded she leap in to help.
"It can't hurt to just talk to him. We should conserve what we've got for now, save it for an emergency, right?" At least, that seemed like the best plan to her.
She fell silent as they moved through the woods. She found herself squinting in the darkness, trying to make out familiar items as they moved. Over there should be the weird dirt hills with the small craters at the top, over there would be the big boulders she'd climbed on and jumped off of, and somewhere around here was the fallen log she'd walked over pretending it was over a perilous ravine filled with spikes...
It didn't take long to reach the village perimeter. It wasn't a very big place, holding maybe thirty homes, an inn where a couple more soldiers lingered and casually conversed, and a low circular stone wall in the center of the village, presumably where people sat when the mayor called a town meeting.
Rialynn's gaze was fixated on a small house situated next to a blacksmith. One of the windows glowed with light. Part of her was relieved, as it meant her father was definitely still alive. But it also meant that she had to go face him and admit everything she'd tried to forget about herself.
"Okay. Wait here. I'm not sure how long it'll take, so I guess if it's more than an hour or so, uh... Actually I'm not sure. Just wait here." And she crept closer to the building, keeping it between her and the inn, slipping away toward the front until she was out of the group's sight.