[Minnow] - The road goes ever on and on...

[Elanorîn]

Minnow's private path.

[Elanorîn]

The horses were hot, sweaty and in dire need of rest and so they got it. The whole caravan had come to a laborious and rather complicated stop where each wagon was arranged in complete disregard for the next if not in direct spite of it. There were loud sounds of laughter and heckling back and forth about the process as usual before they got themselves vaguely organised. This would however take some time, this stop wasn't going to be long enough to warrant such effort and so the loud discussions and laughs would probably continue until they made for an equally random set-off again.

They were still at the Emdin shore as they had followed it for some weeks now in a rough trail NorthEast. the land was now hilly and they had come to stop at the foot of one of the smaller mountains South of Fardinn. The afternoon sun was baking hot, today was hotter than most days but the Ecaithers didn't seem to be too affected. Though most around them found it oppressively hot it was no more than an average sunny summer day down south, perhaps summer had just decided to start early.

Minnow was by the water with the horses and a little way away from the caravan. Most of the family was back at the wagons and the cildren was already playing tag around them. But a little up the river, in the shadow of some trees, looking up the river towards the city in the distance sat Violar by himself.

[Minnow]

Minnow yawns a very wide yawn, and stretches her arms. The sun is making her a bit lazy. She shakes her head and makes a few small hops to wake up again. Her anklets and bracelets tingle happily. Such a nice day today.

She picks up her skirts and half-dances over to Violar. Shadow is good. Shadow is your friend on days like this. Minnow lets herself drop down next to him, and unties the scarf from her head. She shakes her hair and runs a few fingers through it, roughly combing it. The scarf lies on her lap, bright yellow on bright red.

[Elanorîn]

Violar glances at her as she slumps down beside him but he doesn't move. His eyes return to gaze towards the city but they seem less content in their peace. His thoughts were a bit disturbed and he gives off a slight sigh at giving up the peace.

"Yeh?" He looked towards her again but not exactly at her. His hands clasped together and played slowly.

[Minnow]

"Hm? Nothing."

Minnow shakes her hair again and plays with the scarf a bit. She looks towards the city in the distance with a dark look in her already dark eyes. Fardinn... She remembers its contours, although she did not look back to it when she left it last.

"The city."

[Elanorîn]

He nods quietly a few times at her words and sits back to the tree.

Behind them the laughs and shrieks of children playing and grownups happily taking a break from the constant journey, goes on without much attention to them.

"Yu going back?" He still seemed to speak to the grass between his legs.

[Minnow]

Minnow shrugs, and leans back a bit. She half-closes her eyes, still peeking at her brother through the slits behind her lashes. Her bracelets tingle. She moves her right foot a bit, and feels the dirt under it.

"I hope not. Maybe."

[Elanorîn]

His eyes return to the outline of the capital with a thoughtful look on his face.

"While we're here... ah donno... kinda wonder wha's like."

He cast his eyes down and began to pick at the grass.

[Minnow]

Looking at her brother, a thoughtful frown comes to Minnow's stern face. He is sweet, but sometimes she wonders if he is all there. Not that it matters. He is her brother- that is all she knows and all she needs to know. But it would be nicer if he had started a family, like Tuilon and Tequora, and just been... normal. Like the rest of them. It is strange that he feels like her little brother, sometimes. He is supposed to be older than she is.

"Big and loud. You wouldn't like it."

[Elanorîn]

He seemed to consider her words for a little bit before he shook his head a little and smiled an almost sad smile to himself.

"You all say... I will see."

He looked up and met her eyes.

"With my own eyes."

he seemed oddly determined before his eyes cast down on the ground again.

[Minnow]

Minnow looks him in the eyes, and smiles. She nods. It is not unusual for a member of the caravan to go someplace alone, be gone for a day, a week, a decade, only to return again sometime later and travel along like nothing ever changed. Minnow is not surprised. It is slightly remarkable that Violar should want this, but she understands him perfectly.

"Want me to come along?"

She picks the scarf out of her lap and ties it over her head again.

[Elanorîn]

He playes with some straws of grass between his fingers and is silent for a long while before he speaks thoughtfully.

"I need no babysit."

He threw the grass away to the wind that caught them and carried them away a bit before they fell to the ground.

[Minnow]

"But I do."

She lazily watches the grass and sighs. It has been a while since she last had a smoke.

[Elanorîn]

Violar laughed under his breath a little. His shoulders relaxed a little as he thought for another minute.

With a nod he looked up at her with a slight smile, agreeing.

"A'ight."

[Minnow]

Minnow smiles back at him.

"When do you want to go?"

She runs her hand over the ground, picking up some earth only to let it slide through her fingers again.