Cart Rescue 101 Part 2: Slip in Mud, Save the Boy, Face the Enemy! Damnit!
The first running step Sienna turned from a simple step to a skid across the ground. A few moments passed with dignified, oh so dignified, flailing as she just managed to catch herself. Her heart was pounding and attempting to crawl out of her throat, and she felt the slow creep of embarrassment over her cheeks as she stood stock still.
She could feel the gods laughing at her.
Gaze cast briefly to Agnar as he barked orders, she quickly returned her eyes to the trek ahead of her. To where the boy lay crushed by the cart wheel. Damnit, damnit, damnit. She was cursing her bleeding heart, and this wretched rain, and the fact her boots were so worn she'd skidded through the mud as if it were ice.
She continued cursing under her breath with every step, the volume of her voice raising each time her feet were nearly swiped from underneath her. Damnit, damnit, damnit.
It was a good thing Lady Kadmir could not see her right now, or she might just whack Sienna herself, instead of letting the mud get a go of it.
She managed to slip and slide her way to the cart, making an ever so graceful save from
faceplanting into the mud as she reached it, having planted one knee into the road.
She cast a look to the boy in question with narrowed eyes. He'd better live after all of this. She reached out with Piper, grasping at the boy's limbs. Bit by bit she felt him shift, but bit by bit, she felt her feet sliding out from underneath her. Come on, come on, he was nearly free. Nearly free…
"A little higher!" Agnar cried out as he felt his feet shift beneath him. Setting them back in place, he mustered what strength he'd held back and lifted, "It's now or never," he told the women working to free the boy.
Finally they pulled him free, and slowly Agnar lowered the cart to the mud so that it wouldn't slide into them. He watched as they dragged the boy a safe distance from the cart, concern filled his eyes, "The boy, is he okay?" he asked as he brushed away at the water pouring over his eyes.
Over the din of rain and the sound of mud beneath boots--curses whispered to the wind--Belyth picked up a noise, sweet and mellifluous-- but only briefly. He cocked his head to the side, perking his ears in the direction the sound came from.. Odd.
Relief washed over him as the young lad was finally dragged free from beneath the crushing weight of the cart, in no small thanks to this collection of strangers he'd come to be slightly familiar with as fellow prisoners of the storm. The noise nagged at him, however. He looked towards Tyr, the black cat had its head cocked, ears flattened in the downpour. Belyth nodded at his friend and off Tyr went, cautiously padding towards the source of the strange noise.
If it wasn't for the mask covering his face, everyone would've witnessed the absolute redness dominating Grimm's features, pumping as much effort as he could into assisting the others with the cart. It was a miracle in itself that nothing had snapped or slipped out of its socket, and a sigh of relief couldn't have escaped him faster when Belyth lessoned the weight.
Thank Pip. The masked elf nearly feared popping a blood vessel. Or several--at once.
The moment Agnar gave the word and he caught sight of the young boy being pulled free, Grimm released the cart and started rolling his abused shoulders. However, not a moment of reprieve was allowed for Grimm, as Mithras's voice filtered into his mind… And the message didn't bode well. Not in the slightest. The elf switched his gaze back and forth between the group and the direction his bird companion had flown off to, conflicted.
The moment the cart finally fell to their will, the moment Brand could feel the weight on his joints shift, give, and the boy was pulled out. Oh, thank Tiona. The moment the boy was safely away from the cart, Brand's attention fell from it entirely to him, instantly letting go of the hefty cart to spin on his heels and scoop the boy up from the cold ground, holding him tightly in his arms. "W-w-we must get him inside!"
Pipers breath finally escaped her mouth as the boy was retrieved from the cart, her eyes slightly scorched and mouth dry as her eyes darted from individual to individual. Despite her trembling heart and shaking fingers, she caught Agnars eye and gave him a wink, before she inspected Bel, then over to the man who handled the boy in his arms.
Pipers hand instinctively went to her pan flute at her neck, desperately wanting to assist the boy, but knowing it would be difficult with the man holding him and those around her. Something within her tremored, utterly pulsed with rawness, and she dropped her hand as she let the melodious breath reserved for her spell drop from her lips.
Maybe...maybe if she had a moment to be alone with the child…
"Come now dear I'll try and help you~" Piper cooed towards Brand, motioning her head towards the door of the inn. She found herself quietly praying to Lusina, knowing that if she could not tend to the boy at the moment, the goddess could at least send some good fortune...she nibbled at her bottom lip anxiously. "Does...does he seem well, sir?"
Sienna slumped with relief as the boy was friend and consequently scooped up by Brand. She took a step back as Brand stood, the boy cradled in his arms. She glanced to Piper. Truthfully, no, she sincerely did not think he seemed well. Of course, she wasn't a doctor either, but sometimes one doesn't have to be.
She worked her jaw, considering. She shouldn't. It was dangerous, and illegal to consider. Illegal in a slightly different, more pressing way than the other illegal things, anyway. She rested a hand on her bag, still slung around her shoulder; she'd sooner get it dirty than leave it to just get robbed. As her hand rested there, however, she felt and heard a soft click from within it.
She glanced down, eyebrows raised, before her gaze returned to the boy in question. What had they said when they gave her the chest, again? Only when it was needed most? Her fingertips tapped on the fabric of the bag, but she said nothing, drifting to the edges of their mismatched group. Maybe later. Later….
Belyth inhaled deeply as he shut his eyes. In the next breath he was seeing through the eyes of his familiar, hearing through his ears. The cat was maybe several meters from his master, his soft padding turned into quick bounding leaps towards the edge of the swamp. Through the torrent of rain the tiny familiar managed to see something… Belyth saw it too.
His eyes snapped open as he drew his sword from its sheath. He traced an arcane sigil in the air and whispered a message to the conflicted mute whose gaze kept switching from the group to the direction his bird had flown, towards the thing that Tyr had seen. Do you sense it too?
"Agnar!" Belyth yelled over the din of the rain, "Something is coming!" He began to step back, blade held at the ready, his staff hooked into its sling, a free hand ready to trace arcane sigils in the air.
As Leonard faced down the unknown horror, he was joined by all the other animal companions: a raven up in the sky and a...ghost cat (or whatever a familiar is)? While admirable that they would all go to scout for their masters, it occurred to Leonard that they were all unarmed morsels to whatever shrieking harpy this thing ended up being. Once the elf Belyth started sounding the alarm, the feline had stuck around long enough.
"Welp, I'm out." Leonard mewed to his fellow feathered and furry friends and scampered off back to the people group.
Just as our heroes save the life of a little boy, an unknown foe approaches. Will Leonard escape into the loving embrace of Piper, or will he get turned to meow mix? Will this act of heroism get Piper into the big time? Is Agnar strong enough to carry the group through battle? Can Grimm get any redder? Can Bell trace happy trees with his arcane sigils? Will Sienna ever get the upper hand on her archnemesis: mud? Would Brand ever get to ask his new friends (very politely) to draw them? All this and more (probably less) will be revealed in the next episode. Same Fable time, same Fable day!