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 Jasks 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."
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, Caims aptly named blue firelizard, thought his masters 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 wasnt one to act merry unless drunk. Hope we didnt 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 were 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 whers Caisk actually enjoyed being around and as Caim clambered into his saddle Caisk stepped forward and bumped his nose against the blues.
Caim smiled from his perch on Caisks 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?