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August 9th, 2015, 5:39 am #1

Sijard looked her wher over with glowing appreciation, and flitted around the saddlebags that the blue was laden with. By the bastard Red Star she was glad to get moving again, and even surly Sijask was picking up on her enthusiasm… and impatience. His shifting of weight from foot to foot did not escape Sijard, and she scowled. “Patience, boy, I know you're as eager as I am, but I can't be sure these cursed straps are secure with your moving!”

He snarled in response but left it at that which prompted a pert smirk from Sijard, still affirming their preparedness for the venture. She was dressed for the cold night ahead in a flexible wherhide outer layer with thin fleecy under-apparel. She'd fared worse traveling with caravans in the north but she wasn't exactly ready to embrace the early spring's nighttime chill. Her clothing was good enough, and they'd warm up somewhat after riding out of the Hold.

[color=015b91]Baichros come,[/color] was Sij's only warning before a burst of air startled her out of checking through a saddlebag stuffed with travel food. Fitting. As much as she enjoyed expeditions, she hoped the trip would only last a few days. They could always hunt for extra food, as frustrating as that could be in the desert, but Baichros' presence meant less jerked meat for her, Caim, and the whers. She hoped Caim had brought some. She also wondered if his flitter was tagging along, too.

Baichros settled atop her shoulder, and the handler desired to settle atop her mobile mountain. Well, there were only so many times before Sijard could comb through provisions before losing what precious patience she had, so she clipped shut the foodbag, assured her unstrung bow and small cooking pot were secure on either side of ‘Jask’s hindquarters, and swiftly mounted up. Sijask began to pace in a small circle, and his handler slapped his shoulder gently. Baichros had learned to stay quiet around his irate and large brother, but was content to hop down from Sijard's shoulder to the bags behind the saddle.

Content and itching to take off, Sijard asked her partner to take them closer to Caim and his handsome brown Caisk. Jask cooperated quietly, staring at Caisk, one of his few acquaintances; while Sijard asked them in an uncharacteristically merry tone, “Ready t' set out, boys?” Maybe she should tone it down. Who knows what state the caravan was in now. But with this particular brownpair she was assured they could kick many situations' asses. "It'd be desirable to split before we draw out a farewell party."
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|-[DRAGONRIDERS]
|??????|---[AMBER] [DRAGONHEALER]---- R'SUL [OF] RAKYTH [*]
|??????|---[SHALE] [WINGRIDER]---------- Y'LEN [OF] BERASATH
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGTHIRD]-------- T'YOV [OF] SERELATH [*]
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGRIDER]------- TAICIA [OF] BALFORTH [*]
|??????|---[FLINT] [C. MASTER]----------- S'DRA [OF] ECHONOETH [*]
|??????|---[COAL] [WINGRIDER]---------- ARRYN [OF] MAHARITH
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|-[WHERHANDLERS]
|???????|---[STEEL] [PATROLLER]--------- SIJARD [OF] SIJASK [*]
|???????|---[PEWTER] [WORKER]----- REIMHART [OF] REIMHASK [* - * - *]
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|-[ONPCS] - [R'EN] / [HL'RAN] / [T'LON] --- [TRACKER]
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August 12th, 2015, 3:22 am #2

By nature, Caim had always been a messy individual. Thus it took him quite some time to pack for the unexpected assignment. A good hour was spent simply sorting through the tangle of clothes strewn across his bedroom floor. What was found to be dirty was promptly tossed aside while the clean articles were stuffed into a sack. Devil, Caim’s aptly named blue firelizard, thought his master’s bustling about looked like a fun game and so began grabbing and tossing clothes willy nilly.

“Sucha help,” the brown handler exaggerated with a sigh when a pair of under clothes landed on his head. “Caisk, Bud, could you, like, distract him or something?”

The brown wher, who had been plopped quite comfortably in a corner, came out of his inner musings to direct his attention on the little blue hellion. He managed to distract the flit long enough for His to finish packing up.

Then, after Caim outfitted Caisk with his straps and tied on all supplies, the three headed outside. The handler led the way to the Courtyard where he would meet his friend while his wher and flitt followed close behind. As they walked Caim went over a mental list of provisions in his mind: food, clothes, blanket, sword, knife, day goggles for Caisk, canteen, jacket… He nodded contentedly for it seemed he had remembered most everything.

The brown handler put on a big grin and gave an extravagant wave when he spotted Sijard. The older woman was mounted on her fine-looking blue and appeared resplendent to him in the twin moons light. “Hey, Sijard!” It made him smile to hear her enthusiastic tone. Sij usually wasn’t one to act merry unless drunk. “Hope we didn’t keep you guys waiting long.” Caim gave the blue wher a smile but refrained from reaching out to pat his snout. He knew Sijask disliked being touched about as much as his own wher disliked talking. “But yea, I reckon we’re all set.”

Caisk's yellow eyes whirled with a hint of green around the edges as he stared back at ‘Jask. His blue brother was one of few wher’s Caisk actually enjoyed being around and as Caim clambered into his saddle Caisk stepped forward and bumped his nose against the blue’s.

Caim smiled from his perch on Caisk’s shoulders. He loved to see his bonded getting along with another wher. “Well, it seems kinda unfair of me to leave without saying goodbye to all the other fine Vaioan ladies, but I suppose you are right. A farewell party would delay us too long and them caravan folk might been in some sort of trouble.” That said, Caim squeezed his knees together and made a clicking sound with his tongue. His wher obeyed promptly to the instruction and began moving toward the gate at a trot.

Devil, who had been flapping about overhead, gave a squawk and dove to Caim's shoulder. The little flit accepted a small pat on the head from his human then whipped his head around to look at the other blue 'lizard. The two had played together plenty before and already Devil was thinking of ways he and Baichros might entertain themselves.

Once the party was out of the gates Caim twisted in his saddle to give Sijard a cocky smile. “Almost hard to believe we get to take this mission on alone, eh? But I guess people are rather busy organizing for that trip south. Oh, speaking of, are you planning on going down there?”
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August 13th, 2015, 5:41 am #3

Sijask halted and raised his head some at the approach of the others. He did approve of the party; here was a wher who would leave him be but would work as hard as any other. The addition of a few green hues to Caisk's whirling eyes did not escape Sijask and he let his brother bump their muzzles together. The blue's eyes toned back from a fiery orange to a warm yellow when he snuffed softly; an exhale that would serve as his only greeting.

"Hey yourself. But nah, waiting is fine," his handler waved off Caim's politeness flippantly, and nodded to him once he had mounted up. Sijard snorted at the mention of 'fine Vaioan ladies', but she could agree. To a certain degree. Wait, had he said "other"? Sijard shook her head and bit back a laugh. Caim was entertaining company, but she grew serious again with the mention of the caravan. This was Sijard's idea of a decent assignment, much more tolerable than escorting noblefolk, and she was looking forward to smacking upside whatever may be delaying the small train. "Ride on, then!"

The brown leapt into gear and Sijask kept up a similar pace in the rear, his slow and deliberate trotting strides punching the dirt with a rhythm that felt more like home to Sijard than any Hold. Caisk's leg length did give him a more impressive stride, but 'Jask's muscle could keep him running for candlemarks. A good balance, this. Sij absent-mindedly watched Devil drop down to his human's shoulder before she called out, amused, "It's a good thing we landed this job together. I'd hate to be paired with a wher built for running, what with all this bulk I'm sitting on." She felt Sijask's grouchiness spike and reached forward to scratch that place on his neck she knew he liked. 'Who cares about runners. You're a mean fighter, boy, and I wouldn't trade you for nothing.'

Baichros had settled into his saddlebag throne long before but the arrival of his chaotic friend had been an excitement. Over the sound of trotting whers, he called out with a sharp chitter and flared his patchwork wings. The near-white ghostliness of them were visible in the dark, and he decided to hop out of his seat, letting Sijask's slipstream send the flitter soaring. He'd trail behind them at a height before getting too tired. Again he called out to Devil, fluttering his wings erratically, trying to make a game of this. Sijard let the firelizard do his thing but glanced back every so often. She shared his exuberance to get moving again, wherever they may find themselves.

"Yeah, it is hard to believe it's just us. It was just a small one, though, wasn't it? I forgot what they were bringing already." Sij let him continue, but a grin appeared when Caim brought up the Southern expedition.
"I am! I better. I hate staying cooped up, you know?" She swooned at the thought of so great an adventure, and even Sijask had seemed a little interested in going. "It'll be a deserving change of pace. How about you? Should be good fun."

Sijard hummed a little to herself as they pushed onwards, entertaining herself by picking out constellations above. "How are you doing?" she murmured to her wher, who shook his head but otherwise kept his pace steady. [color=015b91]Fine. Stop babying. Want run.[/color]
"Yeah, you could do with one, couldn't you?"
[color=015b91]Not 'could do', want![/color]
"Why not match Caisk's pace? Match it, no faster. We're still representatives of Vaioa's Troop."

Sijask responded with a disgruntled snort but wasted no time in leaping into a canter that ate up the ground, gradually slowing as he reached Caisk's side. His handler was no less thrilled than she was the first time Sijask had taken her for a mad run, and she flashed a wild grin at Caim.
"So," she called across the gap between them, "You want to keep on, or take a break and ponder maps?"
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|-[DRAGONRIDERS]
|??????|---[AMBER] [DRAGONHEALER]---- R'SUL [OF] RAKYTH [*]
|??????|---[SHALE] [WINGRIDER]---------- Y'LEN [OF] BERASATH
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGTHIRD]-------- T'YOV [OF] SERELATH [*]
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGRIDER]------- TAICIA [OF] BALFORTH [*]
|??????|---[FLINT] [C. MASTER]----------- S'DRA [OF] ECHONOETH [*]
|??????|---[COAL] [WINGRIDER]---------- ARRYN [OF] MAHARITH
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|-[WHERHANDLERS]
|???????|---[STEEL] [PATROLLER]--------- SIJARD [OF] SIJASK [*]
|???????|---[PEWTER] [WORKER]----- REIMHART [OF] REIMHASK [* - * - *]
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|-[ONPCS] - [R'EN] / [HL'RAN] / [T'LON] --- [TRACKER]
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August 18th, 2015, 3:50 am #4

Devil was quick to respond to the calls of his cohort. With large, interested eyes he had watched when Baichros took to the sky in a new, exciting manner. Eager to try the take-off for himself, Devil clambered onto Caim's head and opened his wings to catch the wind. He gave himself to the air as his sails expanded and chirped excitedly on an updraft. Soon he was level with the other blue, flapping and nipping playfully at Baich's wing. Their energy wouldn't last forever, but the night was young and they had plenty of time to fill.

Caim paused when he realized that he too forgot what this particular caravan's cargo was supposed to be. They had been told, hadn't they? “Heh, hopefully it's beer,” he jested, glancing over his shoulder to peer back at his friend. “That might explain why they are late. We're totally going to find them all lost and drunk!”

After snickering at his own bad joke, Caim listened to Sij reply to his question. “Jays I'm glad to hear you say that! I was afraid we'd be the only wher pair to go.” A silly fear, in retrospect. “So yeah, we are going. Caisk here wouldn't take no for an answer. You wouldn't know it but he's a very stubborn, very glib guy. He likes to be busy. Guess he has that in common with you. Sooo I'll be going along for the ride. Got no choice. But you're right, it should be fun. So long as we don't all get eaten by mystery monsters!”

Muscles rippled under Caisk's hide as he strode swiftly across the desert. His gait was smooth and mostly quiet, whereas 'Jask's was heavy and loud. He supposed that was the difference between long and short legs. But he didn't consider slowing down. Not even for his friend. There was a task at hand and they needed to be swift. People were counting on them and he'd not dawdle.

Slowing up a little wouldn't hurt, Bud. Sijask isn't built like you, so be fair. Caim tried pulling back on one of the straps wrapped around his wher's chest, but the brown ignored his tug and kept on. You're impossible sometimes. Eh, I still love you.

Caisk chuffed. His human always had to be mushy for no reason. He didn't understand.

The brown handler grinned when Sijard pulled up along side them. “Sorry if keeping up is a hastle. Caisk seems to be in a great hurry. So what else is new, right?” Again the man laughed at his joke. But then he stopped laughing when his companion mentioned maps. Of course he forgot maps. “Uh, I'd love to stop and ponder a map or two if you brought 'em.”

Caisk snorted, shook his head, and sped up a little. He didn't want to stop yet!

“Hey, easy! Lookin' at a map would be better than wanderin' around blindly you nut!”

The wher slowed again, understanding the knowledge, and halted all together when Caim instructed him to.

“So, yes, maps! Let's see what we got so far.”
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August 20th, 2015, 7:56 am #5

Beer. It seemed the young man had forgotten as well, but the more his sentence continued, the more Sijard's half-smile grew. Her nose even wrinkled in an attempt to bite back a laugh. "And they'd repay our kind help with as much as we can drink. I could do with that."

Sijard found a new respect in Caisk when she heard what Caim had to say about his busy-ness. Is that what kept her wanting to move and move, and feel stagnant when not? "Now, there's a smart man," she said seriously before adding "Caisk, I meant, but you do well too." Her grin grew, but she continued conversation. "Shards, as soon as I heard about the expedition I signed up. It's good 'Jask feels up to tagging along, he had no choice!"

[color=015b91]Did,[/color] Sijask growled to them all, and his handler playfully slapped at the side of his thick neck. "No need to worry about mystery monsters if the number I've heard are signing up do sign up, though. Seems a lot of people are eager. I hope meat isn't a shortage down there," she added, internally cursing herself for adjusting to lazy and hearty Hold meals before tithes thinned. She had been grateful for any food after sevendays on the road.

Baichros, delighted Devil had joined him on the updraft, attempted nipping at his friend's own wing. It was, to him, the time of his life and he dived a little below to ride back up the updraft, falling behind Devil as he lazily rose. He nearly panicked when he saw Sijask quicken to a plodding canter but the wher did slow... and so did his brown brother. Excellent- time to play without the fear of being left behind. He chittered an excited comment to Devil.

Caim had apologised for his wher's pace but Sijask had found some backwards joy in running to keep up, so Sijard waved it off. As her companion expressed his interest in the maps Sijask slowed with Caisk; Sijard had laughed at the brown's display of picking up pace beforehand. When they'd stopped altogether she swung down from her wher and absently clapped his shoulder in gratitude.

Because of all the combing through her gear she'd done before setting off, it only took a moment for Sijard to find the right pack- the lowest dangling from 'Jask's left shoulder- and she unbuckled it. "Essentials to me they are, maps," said the woman gravely. "Here... this is a view of the east caravan road." As she pulled the relevant and delicate folded parchment out of its oiled pouch, alongside a single glow, she addressed Sijask. Entertain yourself, we might bore you for a minute or two. Stay close.

The wher grunted and turned, stretched, and shook himself out. Caisk was probably as antsy as he to leave but Jask had long since decided that his woman was smart enough to be respectable. She and Caisk's had to stare at flimsy paper and they'd all know what to do, whatever. He sniffed about the ground for a moment, keeping a lazy eye on their party, seeing if he could identify scents. A tunnelsnake or two, nothing particularly fascinating. He wanted purpose, so he began to pace, familiarising himself with the location.

((What kind of direction do you want to take from here? :) ))
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|-[DRAGONRIDERS]
|??????|---[AMBER] [DRAGONHEALER]---- R'SUL [OF] RAKYTH [*]
|??????|---[SHALE] [WINGRIDER]---------- Y'LEN [OF] BERASATH
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGTHIRD]-------- T'YOV [OF] SERELATH [*]
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGRIDER]------- TAICIA [OF] BALFORTH [*]
|??????|---[FLINT] [C. MASTER]----------- S'DRA [OF] ECHONOETH [*]
|??????|---[COAL] [WINGRIDER]---------- ARRYN [OF] MAHARITH
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|-[WHERHANDLERS]
|???????|---[STEEL] [PATROLLER]--------- SIJARD [OF] SIJASK [*]
|???????|---[PEWTER] [WORKER]----- REIMHART [OF] REIMHASK [* - * - *]
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|-[ONPCS] - [R'EN] / [HL'RAN] / [T'LON] --- [TRACKER]
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