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[ruin_mania]

[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

Comments

[persequor]

You'd be a terrible star charter.

[ She sits next to him. Stretching, she wriggles her bare toes. ]

[wilder]

Heh, how harsh.

[He'll eye her, but doesn't seem to mind her sitting there]

[persequor]

[ She makes a mummery of a curtsy. ]

[wilder]

[he snorts]

Enjoying this trip so far?

[persequor]

[ No. ] Yes.

[wilder]

I may be powerless, but I'm still good at spotting lie, darling.

[persequor]

It's not a lie! …Not much.

[wilder]

[he'll cock his head at her] What's up?

[persequor]

[ I want my mother. But she cannot say that. He'll think her a baby. ]

I'm worried for Nymeria. She doesn't like it here.

[wilder]

Not surprised. There's less things to hunt out here.

[persequor]

There's not much to hunt anywhere. I've had to ask the butcher for leftovers.

[wilder]

Hm. 'Course. Castle probably wants us dependent on it.

[persequor]

[ She makes a face ]

I never trusted the wishes. And the ghosts are queer. I've been working to get enough coin for Mother and I to move elsewhere. Oh, seven hells! [ She slaps her hand over her face. ]

[wilder]

Hm? What is it?

[persequor]

[ Only the most terrible, awful, no-good thing that could have happened. ]

My work! I didn't tell them I'm here! They're going to replace me and I'll have to find somewhere else!

[wilder]

Where were you working?

[persequor]

A shop in the city.

[wilder]

Which one?

[persequor]

You're not going to show up there, are you?

[wilder]

If you want to keep the job.

[persequor]

What will you do?

[wilder]

Talk.

[persequor]

[ Why does that sound oddly like "twist Sam's arm until he does as you want"? ]

You're not allowed to browbeat Sam.

[wilder]

[he chuckles]

I won't threaten or hurt him, I'm better than that.

[persequor]

I wasn't thinking of that. But you're not allowed to do that either.