Somewhere in the woodsy bits of Glacia, Sunday
Dinah had kind of lost track of how far the procession had come across Glacia, by this point. If you'd pointed her to a map with a big YOU ARE HERE, she would've shrugged and said, "Okay. Sure."
But what she did know was that she was not 'on', today. The procession had taken a a find-food-and-rest-rejuvenate break for the next day and a half, so she was out in the woods with Momoko and four of the 'army', without having to wear the uncomfortable Karla costume.
Bob (whose real name was Walde... something Dinah couldn't pronounce, and so he was stuck with Bob), Alba (a teenage hunter who would kick your ass if you brought up the girl thing, or the landen thing), Joakim and Lief (trappers, Blood and landen, wary of each other) were showing them the best places to look for game, mushrooms, and berries that wouldn't require Raven's intervention. Not to mention scouting out their next path along the trail to Sidra.
So far, Dinah hadn't gotten food poisoning. And it was good to be away from the camp bustle for a bit.
She stopped at a scenic point, and called back to Momoko, "Hey! Bridge here. But I don't think the horses can handle it." Then started clattering down over the gorge.
A rickety, rackety bridge.
But what she did know was that she was not 'on', today. The procession had taken a a find-food-and-rest-rejuvenate break for the next day and a half, so she was out in the woods with Momoko and four of the 'army', without having to wear the uncomfortable Karla costume.
Bob (whose real name was Walde... something Dinah couldn't pronounce, and so he was stuck with Bob), Alba (a teenage hunter who would kick your ass if you brought up the girl thing, or the landen thing), Joakim and Lief (trappers, Blood and landen, wary of each other) were showing them the best places to look for game, mushrooms, and berries that wouldn't require Raven's intervention. Not to mention scouting out their next path along the trail to Sidra.
So far, Dinah hadn't gotten food poisoning. And it was good to be away from the camp bustle for a bit.
She stopped at a scenic point, and called back to Momoko, "Hey! Bridge here. But I don't think the horses can handle it." Then started clattering down over the gorge.
A rickety, rackety bridge.