75th Ash 4622 ¤
Her head hurt, like her mind wanted to split in two. Over the last several days walking the with pony was boring and nerve wracking at the same time, she had taken to controlling a carrot with her mind in front of the ponies to make them go a bit faster, but all the use of magic had made her head ache. It wasn't anything severe, just an annoyance for what would be a great day returning home. Finally they breached the tree line and Moop dropped the carrot, the wagon stopped in its tracks as the ponies ate and Moop and Joop stared at Mount Lorsha with its misty peaks in the distance but now not too far. The road was winding up the mountain now and they would make it to the entrance and the tram soon enough. Joop was quiet but visibly relaxed.
The sounds of iron hooves on cobble stone would be heard all the way up the mountain until finally they came to the platform which stood the entrance to Dagrun breath takingly tall. The Guards didn't even notice them come in, as the two girls were already changed into their togas, spoils from Daravin packed tightly away in the cart which had seen much use. They would need to get it repaired and the ponies looked at by a veterinarian while they were here. Moop had made Joop promise they would leave for Daravin again. Moop was sure the secret lay there. Joop could only oblige and promise her sister yes, which to Moop felt like a sickening thing on her heart. After all the lying her sister still didn't know and Moop wouldn't confess, though she felt deeply guilty.
The cart was loaded onto the tram and the girls in the seating area in another car, they waited quietly, Moop feeling self conscious despite being around only her people. Not alienated, she wondered if she held herself different, if she would be still accepted here or if her mannerisms had changed. Maybe she would be more rough around the edges, likely not trust as many mages in Daravin from here on out. Mages from Daravin weren't common here though, and for now she would be safe. Finally, with the mechanical clicking and the sounds of steam the tram came to life, the doors closed, and they were headed straight for the Dyn.
Their parents met them there at the station and helped them guide the ponies back home to the farm on the lower outskirts of the Dyn. It was the perfect place to have access to the mushrooms down below and the beetles on the farm looked to be healthy. She could already smell mushroom stew cooking when she got up to the farm house door. Golems opened the door and took her coat when she got inside, and a pot was animated to stir itself on the stove. It smelled so good. Before heading to the kitchen she went upstairs to look at her room, exactly how she had left it before. She decided it was time to reorganize.
"Moop!"
Called her mother,
"Do you see what we have for you downstairs?"
Moop did not, and came down to investigate. In the living room was a dog with a bow tied around its head eating a large carapace of a beetle.
"He is yours, his name is Deedys he's about a year old, go on call him!"
So Moop did, and he got up from his bone and shyly approached her wagging his tail. She patted him, then took from her pack a piece of Daravinian cheese and gave it to him. He really seemed to liked that and licked her hand, then put both front paws in her lap. She laughed and scratched his head, then thanked her mom.
"Deedys you can come with me."
She sat on her stone couch surrounded by rugs, furs, pillows, candles, and other nice things wondering to herself how she got to such a nice place, safe and sound after everything she had been through. Scared for a moment someone was watching her she looked around and tensed up, causing the dog to look in her direction too. She patted his head kindly and shook the feeling off.
"C'mon boy. Let's go for a walk..."
She said and headed for trouble in Little Levarin with her new dog on a leash and coins stuffed in a pouch burning a hole in her pocket. Part of her wanted a new weapon other than her staff, she no longer felt like she needed to use less than deadly force. But the more wise part of her said to buy some clothes instead, that buying a weapon was just asking for trouble and she could always rely on her skill with the staff in a pinch. She decided then to buy a couple new dresses and a mask. Maybe something interesting would crop up in her hometown.
The sounds of iron hooves on cobble stone would be heard all the way up the mountain until finally they came to the platform which stood the entrance to Dagrun breath takingly tall. The Guards didn't even notice them come in, as the two girls were already changed into their togas, spoils from Daravin packed tightly away in the cart which had seen much use. They would need to get it repaired and the ponies looked at by a veterinarian while they were here. Moop had made Joop promise they would leave for Daravin again. Moop was sure the secret lay there. Joop could only oblige and promise her sister yes, which to Moop felt like a sickening thing on her heart. After all the lying her sister still didn't know and Moop wouldn't confess, though she felt deeply guilty.
The cart was loaded onto the tram and the girls in the seating area in another car, they waited quietly, Moop feeling self conscious despite being around only her people. Not alienated, she wondered if she held herself different, if she would be still accepted here or if her mannerisms had changed. Maybe she would be more rough around the edges, likely not trust as many mages in Daravin from here on out. Mages from Daravin weren't common here though, and for now she would be safe. Finally, with the mechanical clicking and the sounds of steam the tram came to life, the doors closed, and they were headed straight for the Dyn.
Their parents met them there at the station and helped them guide the ponies back home to the farm on the lower outskirts of the Dyn. It was the perfect place to have access to the mushrooms down below and the beetles on the farm looked to be healthy. She could already smell mushroom stew cooking when she got up to the farm house door. Golems opened the door and took her coat when she got inside, and a pot was animated to stir itself on the stove. It smelled so good. Before heading to the kitchen she went upstairs to look at her room, exactly how she had left it before. She decided it was time to reorganize.
"Moop!"
Called her mother,
"Do you see what we have for you downstairs?"
Moop did not, and came down to investigate. In the living room was a dog with a bow tied around its head eating a large carapace of a beetle.
"He is yours, his name is Deedys he's about a year old, go on call him!"
So Moop did, and he got up from his bone and shyly approached her wagging his tail. She patted him, then took from her pack a piece of Daravinian cheese and gave it to him. He really seemed to liked that and licked her hand, then put both front paws in her lap. She laughed and scratched his head, then thanked her mom.
"Deedys you can come with me."
She sat on her stone couch surrounded by rugs, furs, pillows, candles, and other nice things wondering to herself how she got to such a nice place, safe and sound after everything she had been through. Scared for a moment someone was watching her she looked around and tensed up, causing the dog to look in her direction too. She patted his head kindly and shook the feeling off.
"C'mon boy. Let's go for a walk..."
She said and headed for trouble in Little Levarin with her new dog on a leash and coins stuffed in a pouch burning a hole in her pocket. Part of her wanted a new weapon other than her staff, she no longer felt like she needed to use less than deadly force. But the more wise part of her said to buy some clothes instead, that buying a weapon was just asking for trouble and she could always rely on her skill with the staff in a pinch. She decided then to buy a couple new dresses and a mask. Maybe something interesting would crop up in her hometown.
