Eff Camels(Kalesse)

[Ehsan]

Ehsan liked to think of himself as a brave man, but killer mud was where he drew the line. He had a foot in the river before he realized that Kalesse was being eaten by the river. The potter jumped back with a high-pitched squeal before falling on his sizable rump. "Petch" was right. How was he supposed to do anything? For a tick, the less refined part of Ehsan's brain suggested running away like a little girl. Luckily, leaving a woman and her horse to drown or be eaten by tsanas wasn't on his to-do list that day. Crossing his legs, the Benshira set his pot-making brain to work. He needed rope, but his tent was so far away, and he was too heavy to lean on Khar'jun's neck... The potter stroked his beard pensively. "If only I had some sort of fiber, or silk, or cloth... His bum was starting to itch, so Ehsan leaned to his left to scratch it. His mud-caked nails got two scrapes against the fabric of his trousers before the Benshira froze. Fabric. Rope. He was touching it. What happened next could either be described as brilliant, or horrifying, depending on where you were when it happened. Ehsan bounced to his feet, dropped his pants and yanked his shirt off, displaying doughy thighs and an enormous hairy chest, and leaving him in little more than a cream colored loincloth. He then tied the garments together into a makeshift rope, tied a sandal to one end for weight, and hurled it into the river with a cry of "Grab on!" Khar'jun groaned and averted her eyes.

[Kalesse]

Even as she wallowed and floundered in the mud which stuck to her like glue, covering her top to toe and slowly drawing her downwards, Kalesse blanched as Ehsan exclaimed and began to strip. Her own current state could have been described as “disgusting” but that… that…

Afraid that the man was stripping to come in after her, Kalesse fought to catch her breath so that she could shout warning; becoming more naked wouldn’t prevent being trapped! Her heart doubled it’s pace as she tried to catch the old Benshira’s attention, but he was much to focused on his clothes, going so far as to even remove his shoe.

There was no small amount of shock in those big brown eyes when the sandal plopped down into the mud just in front of her. That… was brilliant. Revolting, but brilliant. Not one to completely scoff at the opportunity to survive, the young Chaktawe managed to tug her arm free of the mud that trapped it to her side and groped for the footwear, her fingers connecting to the sandal near where the clothing-rope was tied with only a slight wrinkle of her nose and a frown.

Trying not to look at the nearly nude man on the shore, Kalesse indicated her grip was secure. “You pull on three!” Freeing her other arm, the young woman wound sticky fingers into Haizea’s Halter, clucking to her horse to get the frightened beasts attention.

“One!” Trying to get her feet under her the best that she could, Kalesse flexed her arm and gave her mares head a firm tug. There was a squelching sound, but the horse stayed stuck fast.

“Two!” Another pull allowed Haizea to regain her footing and some of her balance, though her legs were still mostly trapped, the whites of her eyes showing as they rolled wildly in fear.

“Three!” Tightening her grip on the sandal and the halter, Kalesse shut her eyes and flung herself forward towards the riverbank, pulling with everything she had against her horses bridle and giving Ehsan the best shot he had at pulling her to safety.