[Zel's sudden departure provokes a range of surprised reactions, from Emery's more mild expression (this has hardly the first time that Zel has decided to abruptly Leave), to the more awed reaction of the children ("He can fly!?"), to the less impressed and somewhat bewildered reactions of Kiestun and Watixi. ("What kind of...?")
Emery decides the most useful thing he can do right now is take charge of the kids.]
Zel's learned all kinds of magic. You know, he once had to fly us to safety when we were attacked by bandits.
[So, while Zelgadis is scouting ahead and avoiding people, Emery winds up spending that hour or so hanging out in the wagon with a small hoard of children, entertaining them with carefully edited stories and, by the time the caravan is arriving at the fork in the road, by losing at multiple rounds of Old Maid.
This far from the village, the trees are thinner and the roads are semi-paved, lined with cobblestones that aren't entirely maintained and thus makes for a somewhat bumpy ride. There are also a few more travelers around- no groups as big as the caravan, but various peddlars on foot, a naked lady on a giant horse, etc.
As with the last fork there aren't any convenient signposts, but the caravan knows the way to go and unerringly takes a left turn. And when Emery spots Zel by the side of the road he immediately brightens and leans partway out of the wagon to greet him.]
Zel! Hey~!
[-And then the wagon goes over a particularly bumpy bit and Emery nearly topples out of the wagon entirely, though he manages to grab the side of the wagon before anything calamitous can happen.]
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on 2024-12-01 01:06 am (UTC)Emery decides the most useful thing he can do right now is take charge of the kids.]
Zel's learned all kinds of magic. You know, he once had to fly us to safety when we were attacked by bandits.
[So, while Zelgadis is scouting ahead and avoiding people, Emery winds up spending that hour or so hanging out in the wagon with a small hoard of children, entertaining them with carefully edited stories and, by the time the caravan is arriving at the fork in the road, by losing at multiple rounds of Old Maid.
This far from the village, the trees are thinner and the roads are semi-paved, lined with cobblestones that aren't entirely maintained and thus makes for a somewhat bumpy ride. There are also a few more travelers around- no groups as big as the caravan, but various peddlars on foot, a naked lady on a giant horse, etc.
As with the last fork there aren't any convenient signposts, but the caravan knows the way to go and unerringly takes a left turn. And when Emery spots Zel by the side of the road he immediately brightens and leans partway out of the wagon to greet him.]
Zel! Hey~!
[-And then the wagon goes over a particularly bumpy bit and Emery nearly topples out of the wagon entirely, though he manages to grab the side of the wagon before anything calamitous can happen.]