All Is Fair in Hate
It turns out that the inn is set off a ways from the rest of the city and that the healers live even farther off from town then the inn. It also turns out that the road is hard to travel at night, or any time of day for that matter. You can only assume this is why Rella told you to tell her when you were uncomfortable or too comfortable with the speed you set. She obviously didn't want to force you too far.
In truth she was doing far from that. The trip couldn't be more pleasant with the sunset and your newfound sense of how to stay on a wagon. You weren't too sure but you had the feeling you'd ridden in carts a lot less safe and stable then this. I mean... you weren't even bothered with the bounce of the wagon along the road. In fact you were quite oblivious to it which gave you perfect time to observe the surroundings about you.
The scenery really... well... wasn't something to admire. It was something you would find out of a fairy tale when the hero or heroine was nearing the most dangerous point of thir adventure. The trees were twisted and gnarled and with the help of light sometimes appeared as twisted versions of people. On closer inspection you saw your imagination was just getting the better of you.
The very reason why the road was a harsh one was the fact that such trees were crowded so close to the road. Their roots just as knotted as the rest of them seemed to stick up in all the right places to trip up the horses. Several times you could have sworn the root came up purposely to give the wagon a rather shattering jolt before it settled back into the ground. You were more than sure that it actually had rather than believing it to be your imagination...
In truth she was doing far from that. The trip couldn't be more pleasant with the sunset and your newfound sense of how to stay on a wagon. You weren't too sure but you had the feeling you'd ridden in carts a lot less safe and stable then this. I mean... you weren't even bothered with the bounce of the wagon along the road. In fact you were quite oblivious to it which gave you perfect time to observe the surroundings about you.
The scenery really... well... wasn't something to admire. It was something you would find out of a fairy tale when the hero or heroine was nearing the most dangerous point of thir adventure. The trees were twisted and gnarled and with the help of light sometimes appeared as twisted versions of people. On closer inspection you saw your imagination was just getting the better of you.
The very reason why the road was a harsh one was the fact that such trees were crowded so close to the road. Their roots just as knotted as the rest of them seemed to stick up in all the right places to trip up the horses. Several times you could have sworn the root came up purposely to give the wagon a rather shattering jolt before it settled back into the ground. You were more than sure that it actually had rather than believing it to be your imagination...