Closed Kenashian Exodus (Shahar)

[Lale]

Lale As they were leaving Something Lale found mildly unpleasant transpired the trader offered to sell the shackles that had been previously binding her back to Shahar, saying that he might need them. Lale knew full well that it wasn't her place to share her opinion on this matter but it pleased her none the less to see the possible transaction take place. Though within only a few moments Shahar turned down the offer, Lale muttered a silent prayer of thanks and continued after shahar masking any emotions she had felt over the offer the trader had made. Lale watched the man as he approached his Horse and dog. Lale almost marveled at the cohesion between them, it was almost as if the three communicated with each other through some unspoken bound. Following behind Lale prepared herself to keep pace with whatever pace Shahar chose to set off at. But instead of taking off on his horse Shahar looked back to Lale and Offered a hand. For a moment all Lale could do was blink. The man wanted her to mount the hose behind him, something that was near inconceivable for Lale to do. Lale had never once ridden a horse while in Kenash, field slaves where expressly forbidden to. Not to mention that Lale's first experience with a horse had left her with one of the nastiest bruises she had ever gotten. No, Lale decidedly considered the beasts intimidating by there very nature, even if seeing them didn't bother her, the thought of riding one was almost too much. With all that in mind though, Lale knew it was not in her best interests to immediately disobey her new master. Steeling herself Lae took Shahar's hand and clumsily mounted the horse, doing her best not to harm or agitate the animal or rider. Lale hoped her apprehension wasn't to evident. Upon mounting the horse though, Lale was met with another difficulty, staying mounted, Lale wasn't sure what to hold onto, holding onto Shahar seemed like a bad idea, but there was not much else to keep her on the horse when it started moving. Lale hoped that her thighs and legs would be enough to keep her mounted through the awkward endeavor.

[Colt]

For a moment, Lale stared. Then she stared some more. Then she glanced up at Shahar.

It seemed to take a moment for his unspoken request to sink in, and once again Shahar was reminded that non-Drykas did things drastically differently. Hope had been similar, baulking at tasks that even Drykas children would consider simple, routine things.

It was driven home to him in that moment that the Drykas way was not the common way; it was not at all unusual for Drykas to learn to ride before they learned to walk. It was almost incomprehensible to imagine not knowing how; horses were Drykas as much as humans were. Striders and riders were one and the same in the eyes of their society, which the previous spring’s trip had served to show him was not the case in many places.

But whatever Lale’s previous experience, she overcame it. Mastering any inner trepidations, Lale took his offer and hoisted herself into the yvas behind him––or, at least, that was the end result. Her actual ascension was clumsy, heavy and completely off-balance, causing even Akaidras to turn his head and regard the weight that was suddenly tugging him sideways, pinning his ears to let Shahar know that he was not at all happy about it.

Keeping one calming hand on his strider’s neck and using the other to assist Lale the rest of the way up, the clanless hunter did his best to negotiate between the two until she was settled onto the riding pad behind him.

But even then, the affair wasn’t over.

When he let go of her, Lale seemed perfectly content to make no further contact in any measure; she simply sat behind him, where there were no handles or manes for her to grab onto and keep from falling off.

Sighing in weariness, Shahar twisted his arm back and linked it with Lale’s. He wasn’t actively grabbing her, but looping their arms together would give her a point of contact to keep grip on, one that would hopefully keep her steady until they reached home.

No, not home; they couldn’t go there just yet. Lale would have nowhere to sleep. A brief excursion into the thick of Endrykas would be necessary, if only for the bare essentials; a tent and bedroll would be enough for her tonight, and tomorrow he could spend more time in the Ruby district to purchase a more thorough array of items she would be needing.

To Garthos Supply, it was, then; Shahar signaled for Tuka to follow and informed Snow of the plan to travel, and both of them settled at the stallion’s flanks as the lot of them turned, angled towards the Ruby district and began making their way deeper into the city.

[Lale]

Lale Lale fe;t amost immediately that she was causing Shahar a mild discomfort, as a person she hated to be a bother for anyone, as a Ranuri she loathed it. Adjusting herself slowly Lale adjusted her position as best she could to mimic Shahar's posture so as to ease any stress on his own body. With some nervousness Lale anchored herself to Shahar by placing her arms around him, the more convenient way to ride behind someone. If shahar was going to be her new master then causing him discomfort to save herself from contact was not going to be an option like it had been on the plantation. Deciding that talking to Shahar might be something to do Lale asked him a s simple question that might get him to open up a little or show some other sign of personality yet to be seen. "Where is home?" Waiting then for an answer Lale merely did what she could to adjust her posture based on Shahar to be more comfortable while riding behind him, perhaps she was not doing the best job of it but at the very least Sharah would not have to hold onto her the entire time they were riding. The direction they seemed to be going was that of the center of the settlement perhaps that was where Shahar lived, though it was hard to tell what was a business and what was a home considering that everything in the city seemed to be in tents. Lale wasn't sure of what to think of it, Most rode hoerses and nearly aall the people in the city where covered in tattoos that where much prettier and flowing than Lale's own tattoo that marked her as something less than human. Pushing back the dark thoughts that came with her own History Lale focused instead on the present she had a new master and new home, perhaps things would be better here, Lale hoped so.

[Colt]

“Where is home?” Lale asked suddenly.

It took a few moments for Shahar to pick through the three words, matching them to meanings and figuring out what she had asked. Home. Where. A question.

“Out,” was the closest thing to an answer that Shahar could come up with. He raised a hand and pointed towards the outskirts of Endrykas, although he didn’t know how much help that would be to a complete stranger.

Lale had settled herself more comfortably, wrapping her arms around him to avoid falling off. That was better than nothing, he supposed.

Garthos Supply was a well-known destination and within quick reach. The young man lurking outside the entrance recognized him, saw the decidedly non-Drykas woman behind him, and surmised what he needed.

“Again?” the young man asked, somewhat incredulous. Shahar had been in this situation enough for it to be almost common.

“Bedroll, blanket, tent,” Shahar rattled off, not bothering to explain himself.

The young man shook his head in wonder. “Too much charity can weigh a man down,” he said. Despite misgivings, though, he knew Shahar’s mizas to be plentiful, and popped inside to retrieve what had been asked for. Merchants passed through the city often enough, so the physical needs of traveling were usually in great supply.

They settled to wait, which quickly proved boring for Snow; the white she-wolf was soon wandering within eyesight, nose on the ground as she looked for something to occupy her time. Shahar let her be, only uttering a quick come back when she went too far.

“Pavi,” Shahar asked of Lale as the man gathered up their items inside the merchant tent. “Do you speak?” Curiosity, weariness, idle conversation.

[Rufio]

　　

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c o l t

xp

Endurance +2
Riding, Horse +2
Intelligence +2
Persuasion +1
Negotiation +1
Tactics +1
Leadership +1
Planning +1
Bodybuilding +1


lores

≻ Colt: Puts others before himself
≻ Colt: Desires rest
≻ Snow: Proud & vain
≻ Lale: Fierce-looking like a Myrian
≻ Drykas: Culturally unique

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