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Jalapenohitchhiker
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Sayvel woke to the smell of freshly cooked meat, and her eyes snapped open. She could see the sun's rays peering through the underbrush and the various small birds and insects going about their daily business. The day looked like it would be a peaceful one. She had not taken the time to appreciate the beauty of the forest until now. It was the most peaceful sleep she had found in days, and she felt more energized than she ever did since she fled Noror. She did not want to be a burden to such a welcoming man, but she could help but feel that she could get used to having him around. But despite how friendly her surroundings seemed for the moment she knew that danger was still lurking. The force that attacked Noror was still out there. There were hundreds of goblins from what she saw, and a dragon that rivaled the size of a small mountain. And while she did not want to believe it, she could have sworn she saw a demon...
She snapped out of her thoughts when her eyes fell upon the deer leg roasting over the fire. At first she could not tell how long her strange friend had been awake, but he had already started preparing their breakfast and looked to be getting on with a few other chores as well. The sun was still on the rise, though still distant from midday. He must have woken at sunrise. That was the hour she would awake at every day when she was only a young girl. She loved getting up early and taking her mare Angel for a morning ride through the fields behind the keep. She was never allowed to ride beyond the palace gates, but she always pretended that she was off somewhere distant on an adventure. How foolish she was then to think that the world would welcome her so easily. What she would not give to have Angel with her now.
A twig snapped in the fire and a few flares spurted out. Sayvel looked up at the man before her with curious awe. "When are we leaving for the mountains? I must get there quickly. It is not safe here, even for you." She grabbed a stick and attempted to draw a picture of the mountains in the dirt again, tapping them with the broken branch to emphasize her point. She was grateful for his help and especially for his protection, but none of that would matter if they were found by those monsters that destroyed Noror.
When she saw that he was still not fully understanding, she sighed with frustration and put a hand to her head. He simply went on with cooking the deer leg. She stood up and looked over the meat hungrily. "I can help you. I learned a little about cooking when I lived in Noror. I know how to make it taste better." She tried to make motions with her hands to help him understand, gesturing a few times to herself, to the leg, and to him. She needed a better method of communication, but what?
She snapped out of her thoughts when her eyes fell upon the deer leg roasting over the fire. At first she could not tell how long her strange friend had been awake, but he had already started preparing their breakfast and looked to be getting on with a few other chores as well. The sun was still on the rise, though still distant from midday. He must have woken at sunrise. That was the hour she would awake at every day when she was only a young girl. She loved getting up early and taking her mare Angel for a morning ride through the fields behind the keep. She was never allowed to ride beyond the palace gates, but she always pretended that she was off somewhere distant on an adventure. How foolish she was then to think that the world would welcome her so easily. What she would not give to have Angel with her now.
A twig snapped in the fire and a few flares spurted out. Sayvel looked up at the man before her with curious awe. "When are we leaving for the mountains? I must get there quickly. It is not safe here, even for you." She grabbed a stick and attempted to draw a picture of the mountains in the dirt again, tapping them with the broken branch to emphasize her point. She was grateful for his help and especially for his protection, but none of that would matter if they were found by those monsters that destroyed Noror.
When she saw that he was still not fully understanding, she sighed with frustration and put a hand to her head. He simply went on with cooking the deer leg. She stood up and looked over the meat hungrily. "I can help you. I learned a little about cooking when I lived in Noror. I know how to make it taste better." She tried to make motions with her hands to help him understand, gesturing a few times to herself, to the leg, and to him. She needed a better method of communication, but what?