50 Ymiden 721
Dan was moving from one campsite to another when it happened. Even though he had been giving Volta and its endless lightning what he thought was a wide and cautious berth, a bolt of dry lightning seared down only a handful of yards away, and Cloud, quite understandably, spooked.
As his grey pony bolted across the grass, Dan focused both on not falling off, and hanging onto Smoke's leading rein as the younger pony pulled the cart containing his belongings behind him. When Cloud eventually tired herself out enough that she slowed down and came to a halt, he slid off, keeping one arm looped through her reins, to give her a breather and some much needed reassurance. As he petted and patted her and hissed soothingly through his teeth, his gaze darted round to figure out where exactly they had ended up and which way they needed to go to get to his intended campsite. He might not make it there tonight, he might have to make a temporary overnight camp to rest the ponies, but it wasn't as if he had a schedule or as if anyone was expecting him anywhere. He even had a pair of field-dressed rabbits strapped to the packs, so he didn't even need to take more time out to hunt for his supper.
His gaze snagged on buildings that he would have sworn weren't there the last time he came that way, and a sinking feeling turned his guts to lead as he noticed the people moving around. The only new settlement that he'd heard of was supposed to be out in the Stormwastes, on the far side of the river, but he wasn't exactly in the loop for news. There could well be others - and this looked like one. He'd probably have to go even further round to get far enough away to camp without being on their land.
Unless they hosted him for the night. He looked reflexively down at himself. It could be worse. The hide leggings were his better ones, and the patched soles of his shoes didn't show when he was standing, but his shirt was worn almost threadbare, more patch than original cloth, sleeves rolled up to bare his arms to the Ymiden warmth. A lacework of old scars showed pale against his tan, and all of it was filthy with travel dust. Would they even want to host him? Curiousity warred with caution in his heart, wanting to know what was going on, yet wary of the all too familiar experience of being dismissed or worse, pitied for not being 'normal' enough. For not understanding speech, only sign, as if he was a problem to be 'fixed'.
Then Smoke shoved her nose into his back, wanting some of the attention that Cloud was getting, and he turned to give it to her, taking his eyes off the settlement for a long moment, though the rest of his senses remained on alert in case anyone approached him.
"Signed words" Spoken words
Dan was moving from one campsite to another when it happened. Even though he had been giving Volta and its endless lightning what he thought was a wide and cautious berth, a bolt of dry lightning seared down only a handful of yards away, and Cloud, quite understandably, spooked.
As his grey pony bolted across the grass, Dan focused both on not falling off, and hanging onto Smoke's leading rein as the younger pony pulled the cart containing his belongings behind him. When Cloud eventually tired herself out enough that she slowed down and came to a halt, he slid off, keeping one arm looped through her reins, to give her a breather and some much needed reassurance. As he petted and patted her and hissed soothingly through his teeth, his gaze darted round to figure out where exactly they had ended up and which way they needed to go to get to his intended campsite. He might not make it there tonight, he might have to make a temporary overnight camp to rest the ponies, but it wasn't as if he had a schedule or as if anyone was expecting him anywhere. He even had a pair of field-dressed rabbits strapped to the packs, so he didn't even need to take more time out to hunt for his supper.
His gaze snagged on buildings that he would have sworn weren't there the last time he came that way, and a sinking feeling turned his guts to lead as he noticed the people moving around. The only new settlement that he'd heard of was supposed to be out in the Stormwastes, on the far side of the river, but he wasn't exactly in the loop for news. There could well be others - and this looked like one. He'd probably have to go even further round to get far enough away to camp without being on their land.
Unless they hosted him for the night. He looked reflexively down at himself. It could be worse. The hide leggings were his better ones, and the patched soles of his shoes didn't show when he was standing, but his shirt was worn almost threadbare, more patch than original cloth, sleeves rolled up to bare his arms to the Ymiden warmth. A lacework of old scars showed pale against his tan, and all of it was filthy with travel dust. Would they even want to host him? Curiousity warred with caution in his heart, wanting to know what was going on, yet wary of the all too familiar experience of being dismissed or worse, pitied for not being 'normal' enough. For not understanding speech, only sign, as if he was a problem to be 'fixed'.
Then Smoke shoved her nose into his back, wanting some of the attention that Cloud was getting, and he turned to give it to her, taking his eyes off the settlement for a long moment, though the rest of his senses remained on alert in case anyone approached him.
"Signed words" Spoken words