- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Magical, Romance, Dystopian, Religious, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies (but the plot has to consist of more than just mindlessly murdering the undead), Steampunk
Listening to his response, she realized two things; one: that Arid's story sounded somewhat rehearsed, and two: that he definitely was not telling her something. Cheri wasn't all that surprised that the questions were turned back at her, but the tone in the man's voice made her think his own curiosity was not the only thing propelling the questions. Coins shifted in Arid's bag, and Cheri caught her tongue before she could press the issue further. She didn't want to scare him off, and by now she as certain he was hiding something. She didn't answer him right away, not wanting to give away the truth of her travels, but still not wanting to lie. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hands though her hair.
Her thoughts were a bit scattered. Cheri was multitasking to the peek of her abilities. Watching the road for threats, looking for a place to rest and fill her empty belly, and suspiciously watching Arid. But still, he may panic if she didn't answer. "My job requires me to travel from time to time," Cheri explained, as she put a little bit of distance between them so he wouldn't press her for details she wasn't yet ready to reveal.
The road had been on a steady incline for a while. Cheri's legs were beginning to burn with the strain. She took a couple deep breaths and pushed herself to the top of the hill. Relief flooded through her as she looked down into the valley below her. A quaint inn was nestled into the rock next to the road and the steam rising from the chimney stacks offered the promise of food.
Her thoughts were a bit scattered. Cheri was multitasking to the peek of her abilities. Watching the road for threats, looking for a place to rest and fill her empty belly, and suspiciously watching Arid. But still, he may panic if she didn't answer. "My job requires me to travel from time to time," Cheri explained, as she put a little bit of distance between them so he wouldn't press her for details she wasn't yet ready to reveal.
The road had been on a steady incline for a while. Cheri's legs were beginning to burn with the strain. She took a couple deep breaths and pushed herself to the top of the hill. Relief flooded through her as she looked down into the valley below her. A quaint inn was nestled into the rock next to the road and the steam rising from the chimney stacks offered the promise of food.