Noah glanced between the two people and the horse in front of him. Tanna had proved to be quite friendly – much to Noah’s relief – and Terag had hopefully calmed down as well. Noah, glanced to him, studied his face to confirm his assumption, and smiled slightly. The warm air from Coosa’s nostrils ran across his hand and jarred him back to reality. With little haste, he removed his hand from its awkward hover in front of the mare’s snout and replaced it to his side.
Up close now, Noah could see the tattoos that covered Tanna’s neck. He had never seen anything like it and so he may have stared longer than intended. She reassured Coosa that he meant no harm but Noah still remained wary of the mare. He then watched as she whirled to face Terag. “No harm. None of us,” she had said to him. Her speech reminded Noah of a young child, someone first grasping the use of full sentences in the Common language. He assumed that by her markings, her mare, and her non-fluent Common that she was a foreigner in these parts. From where though, Noah could not say.
In fact, Terag’s thick accent had made it difficult for Noah to understand what he was saying at times too. Noah felt slightly giddy. He had met two people from a completely different place from him and here he was engaging in a conversation with them and a horse. A smile teased at his cheeks again. He cleared his throat to stop it though.
Noah listened carefully to Tanna – to not miss a word – as she explained the sound he had heard and how Terag played a part in her sash and recovery. Of course, Noah had seen as much but without a good vantage point, the details remained obscured. Until now, that is. Then, suddenly, the blonde lit up as if an idea had struck her. She explained the need for her shoulder to be looked at – Noah agreed – and asked Terag and he if they had further business in the Wood. Although Noah’s stomach yearned to be filled, he happily agreed to accompany Tanna on her way back to Syliras with a happy-toned grunt.
He raised his hand. “I can walk with you. I was headed back to the city soon anyway,” he lied not wanting to confess his true reasoning for travelling into the Wood. He looked to Terag expectantly, wondering if he was coming along as well.
Up close now, Noah could see the tattoos that covered Tanna’s neck. He had never seen anything like it and so he may have stared longer than intended. She reassured Coosa that he meant no harm but Noah still remained wary of the mare. He then watched as she whirled to face Terag. “No harm. None of us,” she had said to him. Her speech reminded Noah of a young child, someone first grasping the use of full sentences in the Common language. He assumed that by her markings, her mare, and her non-fluent Common that she was a foreigner in these parts. From where though, Noah could not say.
In fact, Terag’s thick accent had made it difficult for Noah to understand what he was saying at times too. Noah felt slightly giddy. He had met two people from a completely different place from him and here he was engaging in a conversation with them and a horse. A smile teased at his cheeks again. He cleared his throat to stop it though.
Noah listened carefully to Tanna – to not miss a word – as she explained the sound he had heard and how Terag played a part in her sash and recovery. Of course, Noah had seen as much but without a good vantage point, the details remained obscured. Until now, that is. Then, suddenly, the blonde lit up as if an idea had struck her. She explained the need for her shoulder to be looked at – Noah agreed – and asked Terag and he if they had further business in the Wood. Although Noah’s stomach yearned to be filled, he happily agreed to accompany Tanna on her way back to Syliras with a happy-toned grunt.
He raised his hand. “I can walk with you. I was headed back to the city soon anyway,” he lied not wanting to confess his true reasoning for travelling into the Wood. He looked to Terag expectantly, wondering if he was coming along as well.
