[028] OOM - I of VII - The Road Goes Ever On

[tristranthorn]

The travel never seems to end, and already they've done so much of it.

Which, really, should mean that they are experts at this - with very little complaint and a whole lot of knowledge of what to do in all seasons and weather situations

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[an_evening_star]

Complaining, Yvaine would like to think, is something of an art form.

One must know exactly what it is appropriate to complain about, when it is appropriate to complain about it, and which words to string together for maximum effect. There are also the issues of which words to stress and what decibel to speak at and a whole slew of things to consider that aren't worth going into at the present time.

Yvaine would also like to think of herself as an artist, but that's hardly the subject at hand.

What is at hand cannot precisely be considered complaining. It's more of a request - a firm request, but a request all the same.

"We are finding a place," the star states. "An actual place. With people. And - and what do they have in towns, Tristran?"

A pause - brief - before her hand flutters up victoriously.

"Shops!" she nods. "And other things. Immediately."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran turns to Yvaine, looking a little perplexed but not all that eager to argue with her.

In all honesty, he doesn't mind the idea of finding an actual place either. He could definitely use a hot water bath, for one.

But in the end, it is only customary to ask, "Why for?"

[an_evening_star]

It's something about counting. Or, to be completely honest, it's more about losing count of precisely how many times each of them has whined about something in particular - whether it be body parts aching or being rained on one too many times or someone breathing too loud.

The quota has been more than filled and the time for socializing (and sleeping on something proper) has been reached.

"Because as much as we love each other, dear," she grins here, lips tugging upward affectionately. "We will drive each other mad if the only other things we see for too long are trees."

[tristranthorn]

He laughs at that, nodding in agreement. Reluctantly (Really).

"Yes, I believe you're right about that," he says. "A warm bed and a hot bath would be very welcomed too."

He turns up towards the sky for a moment, at it's wide openness and the very little cloud in its vast blueness.

"All right. Let us make way for a town, then."