Shut up women, get on my horse Who: Lillian Tharelle, Jill Sorrel Where: On the road When: 9:45, 24 Molieris during the day Summary: The thing about heroics and adventures is that sometimes it's not at all more heroic and adventurous than your old life. It will probably involve even more walking. But then, what are friends for? (Riding on, of course!) Rating: A for aching feet?
t seemed decidedly wrong to be walking beside her horse, instead of riding on her back. Not one of the worst atrocities in the world, but at the very least it was confusing. Salma appeared to think so too, or maybe she was just enjoying the slower pace. It gave her plenty of time to sniffle at Jill's pocket. Jill was pathologically unable to get mad at Salma, but it was starting to annoy her. If the red horse wouldn't stop soon, she would have to stop and give her a good talking to - she had already elbowed her in the stomach several times, to no avail.
It was strange travelling as a part of a...a group (caravan?) people talking all around her and moving around. It didn't occur to her that she painted as strange a picture to them, walking briskly with a large horse following her closely by, even though it's reins was slung around the pommel of the saddle.
Oh, and walking hurt, even when done properly. Jill was glad that she had kept her own boots, even though there was blood stains on them still. At least the leather was soft in all the right places, creased from wear. Her feet might be tired, but at least they weren't hurting badly. Walking instead of swooshing by on her horse was nice in a way too, she thought as she caught sight of a butterfly fluttering by, wings beating wildly and noiselessly. It would be nice to be a butterfly though, she thought, fantasies of flight taking over for a moment.