Gryphons in Greenden
You and Sir Erric have been riding an entire day, and the sunlight is beginning to wane here in the Blythe woods. You have already crossed over the border, some hours back, so you are both on your guard for any of the Red Guard, the knights of the King of Greenden, who might be prowling around.
It is beginning to get dark and you turn to Erric. "We should be settling down for the night."
"We're at least a day from the nearest village, if I remember correctly from our last little jaunt into this fecal kingdom," Erric replies, dark eyes scanning the darkening woods.
You acknowledge this, but remark that you can't ride to the nearest village tonight. You're tired and you know Erric is too, even if Erric won't say so.
Erric smirks and lets you have your way. He knows you're the brains of the outfit.
You both dismount and tie up the horses in the trees. You spread out a groundsheet and prepare to sleep.
"No fire?" Erric asks with a hint of pleading. It is a chill night in the woods.
You sit up and hesitate, looking over at where Erric is making a show of shivering. "Knock that off."
He grins. "Fine. So I'm not THAT cold. But I am cold. Just a little fire, Mychael. It's dark as the inside of a whore in these woods - no one will see it."
You grimace at his coarse simile and hesitate.
It is beginning to get dark and you turn to Erric. "We should be settling down for the night."
"We're at least a day from the nearest village, if I remember correctly from our last little jaunt into this fecal kingdom," Erric replies, dark eyes scanning the darkening woods.
You acknowledge this, but remark that you can't ride to the nearest village tonight. You're tired and you know Erric is too, even if Erric won't say so.
Erric smirks and lets you have your way. He knows you're the brains of the outfit.
You both dismount and tie up the horses in the trees. You spread out a groundsheet and prepare to sleep.
"No fire?" Erric asks with a hint of pleading. It is a chill night in the woods.
You sit up and hesitate, looking over at where Erric is making a show of shivering. "Knock that off."
He grins. "Fine. So I'm not THAT cold. But I am cold. Just a little fire, Mychael. It's dark as the inside of a whore in these woods - no one will see it."
You grimace at his coarse simile and hesitate.