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[Charisma Pass] We Could Make Time Rompin' and a Stompin' [Adyn]

All around the world
We could make time
Rompin' and a stompin'
'Cause I'm in my prime

- Red Hot Chili Peppers "Around the World"

First Half of Post Fractum XXII

While Aydyn was not precisely a loner neither was she exactly thrilled to be in the company of so many others for so long a stretch of time. It was an adjustment and a constant nag of worry as she became accustomed to the rhythm of the small caravan winding its way through the heart of Charisma Pass. She likely could have cared for her girls on her own, protected them by herself against the common--and uncommon--dangers of the Khardran Mountains but one woman traveling with two girls often drew more unwanted attention than a group of many. It would be better if potential encounters were simply kept to a minimum rather than invited through lack of prudence.

The druidess traveled with a wagon of her own, an annoyance and a hindrance in the winter months. Few caravans were going through the pass for precisely the reason why travel was discouraged in these cold, snowy months: wheels got stuck, roads became impassable and the pass itself became more dangerous as the possibilities for avalanches and ice heightened. All things, Aydyn figured, she could overcome if they were presented with it. Who didn't want a druid sitting with their caravan? Not that she'd announced it. She was a quiet but friendly woman traveling with her two daughters, the one a brazen, outspoken thing on the verge her teen years, the other a quiet, shy creature that looked identical to her blue-eyed, brown-haired mother, down to the freckle. She hadn't the appearance of power or wealth, her brown dress plain and her equally brown cloak worn over the years. The only hint of jewelry were two sets of ill-matched chains--one silver, one gold--that disappeared into the front of her dress, hidden.

Otherwise she was about as common a woman as one could be.

It was mid-day when the caravan came to a halt. They had come maybe two brightenings away from Candace's Respite at the mouth of the Prime pass. Having been some time since Aydyn had traveled the pass--and never in winter--the druidess had no real idea how many more days it would take them to get through the pass. The stop was an irregular one, come shortly after a mid-day break that allowed people to warm at a fire for food before the caravan was pushed onward again; they couldn't linger overlong in one place during the day, wanting to make the best time possible into Enamoria.

There was some concerned movement up at the front, discussions among those that led and protected the caravan, but Aydyn found that she was too far into the middle of the pack to really hear or divine what was being said. She stood up on the wagon, craning her neck to get a better look, hoping that maybe that little inch forward would allow her to hear what she needed to...to no avail. She sighed and sat back down again. "Looks like we're stopped," she observed to her girls. Evan was drowsing, though, on some blankets just within the covered wagon. It was Noah that heard her and let out such a frustrated groan that Aydyn couldn't help but look at her.

"Again? What for?" The prepubescent girl huffed as she then did what her mother had done moments earlier: stood up and tried to get a better look. "I'm going to go see."

Aydyn flailed a hand out to grab at the girl's arm but Noah was young and quick and out of the wagon before Aydyn's fingers could find purchase. "Noah!" She cast a look back towards Evan, still asleep, and gave a sigh. She stood again but this time to keep an eye on her wayward daughter as, skirts hoisted, she picked her way through the churned mud towards the front of the caravan.
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It wasn't the first time Adyn had questioned his decision to travel along with this caravan. At the time he had reasoned that he would be an idiot to make the journey to Port Alyxandrya alone. He had traveled for a while, eras past, but even then - when the threat of bandits and other dangers had been smaller than they were these brightenings - he had journeyed with a group. But despite how reasonable he knew the group travel to be, there had been many points during the trip to the Khardrans alone that made him wish he was still in the capital.

Too many people. And children. He wished for a quiet bed and a bottle of rum.

He groaned when the caravan stopped. It was always stopping, or so it seemed to him. This was the point at which people liked to start roaming about and talking to one another, and he was far too sober for that. Not to mention the weather and ... nature in general... was not his "element". He hadn't been out of the city in eras and he felt extremely out of place.

Given his past experience as a soldier and his skill with the bow, Adyn had been lucky enough to land himself a place somewhere along the front of the caravan. Here he was content to brood about wet boots and papery rations all he liked, and folks were content enough to leave him be... for the most part. But now people were shifting about and the voices began to pick up from the back, and he turned to those leading the caravan in hopes that they'd clarify just why they had halted.

He opened his mouth to ask someone ahead of him when his attention turned to the movement of a small figure rushing its way up through the group, and the human had to sigh.

Here come the children, he thought. He was not good with children.
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The girl came half-running, half-skidding through the mud. Her green skirts were a mess of mud new and old and patched over here and there where a mother couldn't have been bothered to replace the garment, knowing she'd just do the same to something new. Her brown hair was dark and had, at one point, been braided but a good majority of the wavy hair had come loose and sprung like a wild cloud about her head with each bouncing step. Her face was dappled with freckles despite it being winter and the sun seldom in sight.

And she had no problem whatsoever forcibly shoving herself up towards the front of the caravan line. She brushed past the man that looked more than a little unhappy (but in that moment, who wasn't)...only to find herself rebuffed and told to get back to her mommy before someone gave her a good thwacking on the bottom.

The small girl huffed loudly and stomped a foot in the mud, splattering the stuff. She had been pushed back practically to where Adyn was standing. She shifted a look about and blue eyes settled on him. The agitated look narrowed with calculation. She zeroed in on him, a bright smile pushing away the annoyance. "Excuuuse me, sir," she called and hopped through the mud towards him. "Do you know what's going on?" He was close to the front. Maybe he knew?

"Noah, leave the man be, please." Aydyn adjusted the heavy child she was carrying--five years old was really way too big to be carrying around. "I'm sorry, honeybee, but you need to stand." This last was murmured into the little girl's ear as she lowered the child to her feet. The littlest leaned in against Aydyn, burrowing face and fingers into her mother's skirts.

Attention turned back to the man whose personal time the family was suddenly consuming. "I'm sorry. We don't mean to be a bother. Say you're sorry, Noah."

The girl looked at the man with a dark look in her eyes...and said nothing; she might not be a teenager yet but she was working on the moods, certainly.
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The little girl's stomp landed a bit of mud on Adyn's trousers. If they hadn't already been caked in the stuff, he might have been irritated. As it was he stood there waiting for her to turn to him, knowing full well that children seemed to hone in on him like beasts on a scent. She gave him a bright smile as she spoke, and in return the human attempted to do the same, but it ended up being more of an awkward baring of teeth.

"No."

Well, that was that. Question answered; job done.

His attention shifted to the woman approaching, the mother of the - oh, another one. He gave a small shrug at her apology, though his gaze moved suspiciously to the little girl in question. He wasn't really bent on getting a "sorry" from the child; he'd be happier if she didn't end up kicking his shins or punching him in the stomach. There was a reason he had an aversion to children, and it was all thanks to terrible experience. The look in her eyes didn't help matters; it actally made him nervous.

"I don't know what's going on," he admitted to the mother even though she hadn't asked. He craned his neck in an attempt to see over the bodies, but the people in front were shifting back and forth and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He looked back at the girl who was glaring at him and decided he might as well try a peace offering before she had fully decided to hate him. "You want to help me find out?"

Could they really shove her away if she was with an adult? Besides, he doubted it was anything dangerous. It was probably a loose or broken wheel again.
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Those who made it closer to the front of the caravan would be able to see what was going on a bit more clearly as several of the men that had kept others back had moved further up the trail. They were instead now moving around a cart that had been ended up blocking a large portion of the path ahead. More curious however was the fact that the wagon impeding their progress was not one of the caravan proper.

The reason it had stopped was clear as one of the rear wheels had a noticeable break in it. However, in position next to it was a replacement wheel and all the tools needed to make the switch. The other major issue might not even be immediately noticeable, but it would eventually sink in. The only people around the wagon ahead were folks from the caravan Aydyn and Adynirach had been traveling alongside.

Marshall, the head of their caravan, was soon heading back towards the curious onlookers as he smacked a pipe against his palm. His stride only shortened long enough to the group that had gathered. "Quit yar gawking. Either go help them change the wheel or get back to yar wagon." His gaze paused on Aydyn, or more specifically the young ones with her. "And keep the kids back...."

His tone seemed to be one of frustration, but the small shake of his head aimed at Aydyn seemed to hint that whatever it was by the wagon wasn't something a child should have to see. Marshall soon moved to the back of his wagon, pulling open the back hitch and pulling out a small chest of items of a religious nature before allowing himself a small sigh of frustration.

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The young girl stuck her tongue out at Adyn's succinct and simple answer. No. It was the sort of word the girl heard plenty but it didn't mean she liked hearing it and right now, desperate for something to entertain herself with, 'no' wasn't really up her alley. She also seemed stubbornly determined not to offer up that 'sorry' her mother seemed rather keen on. So it was, with a bit of a lofty smile at his proffered peace offering, that she responded with a simple and equally lofty, "No."

And then she turned and was going to flounce forward, try to find out once more on her own...only she nearly ran directly into Marshall, which had her stumbling back a few paces, halting her in place once more. She huffed and peered around the man. It was the combination of the words and the sight--the broken wheel--that had the girl huffing again. "It's just a wheel?" All of her exasperation and childish boredom swelled the words in a little bit of a squeal.

But Aydyn saw the look, understood the gesture, and clamped a hand on Noah's shoulder before the girl could propel herself in any other direction. She tightened it to the point where the girl exclaimed in pain and shot her mother a look of startled hurt--Aydyn was never deliberately hurtful to either daughter. "Noah, dearheart, can you take your sister back to the wagon? I'm going to help fix the wheel. That way we can get moving, hm?"

Noah shot her mom an exasperated look but apparently didn't find it terribly odd to find her mother helping any one. Besides, it was just a broken wheel and that was really kind of boring, don't you think? She took Evan's hand and already some sort of game was being discussed between the two of them, some decision to do whatever once they got back to their own little space.

Aydyn, however, did not go anywhere.

Or rather she didn't go back to her wagon. Help with the wheel, he'd said, and she'd told her daughter she'd do that very thing. She didn't even approach the thing, just tossed it a look and used one of her favorite spells, one she'd spent considerable time with back in Natura, considering she'd worked at a shop specializing in it. She used Warp Wood to alter the current structure of the wheel, of drawing the shaped wood back together so that it might be bound in place, a functional part of the wagon once more.

Without waiting to see the results, either fully confident or not really caring, Aydyn sidled herself past Adyn towards Marshall at his wagon. "Excuse me." She sidled herself past Adyn towards Marshall at his wagon. "Is everything all right?" She hesitated and looked towards the chest in his hands, features drawing in puzzlement. "Someone is...hurt? Here... please... I'm a healer, a druid, too. I can help, perhaps?"

People and injuries around wagons or horses weren't entirely unheard of. These things happened. She was puzzled as to why they might want to hide it from the children. ...That bad, maybe?

She looked towards the wagon, then towards Adyn, wondering if he was seeing something she wasn't. His view couldn't be all that different from hers, surely.
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Adyn gave a snort of laugher at the child's "no." Clever girl, he'd give her that.

As Marshall approached, Adyn took note of the man's wearied tone. Adyn gazed over the side of Marshall's shoulder, noting the caravan and how it had been abandoned even with the replacement wheel settled nearby. He wondered if the previous owners had left in a hurry. Perhaps whatever was on the other side might indicate what might have scared them off.

He listened to the conversation between Marshall and the woman, drawing similar conclusions about the religious items Marshall was pulling from the chest. Adyn wasn't a spiritual man, himself, but so long as whatever Marshall had planned wouldn't take another candlemark or so, he could probably wait through it. He was more concerned, however, with how many were dead and just how bad it looked.

He stood up on his toes to see if it'd give him a better vantage and then crouched down to look below the wagon if he could. Whatever the case, he stood back up and met Aydyn's glance with a shrug.

If what the woman had attempted with the wagon had not worked (which Adyn would not have noticed or seen if it hadn't), he'd offer to go help with the wheel, if only to see what the fuss was about.
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Adynirach's attempts to peer up and over the wagon were met with a view of more snow, a few rocks, trees and the path ahead. The same type of scenery that had appeared before him for the previous days with not much to break the monotony. Looking beneath the wagon however, achieved far more in letting him see what was bringing down the spirits of others.

In the middle of what seemed to be a rather impressive drift of snow was a large section of pink slush. Centered in the middle of that was something covered with a pair of cloaks to hide the majority of the odd looking shape. A small gust of wind flipped up one of the edges of fabric revealing a blood soaked hand.

Aydyn's spell went off without a hitch, the wood moving at her call to reform the wheel. Several men who had already moved closer to the wagon to deal with the issue paused in their work, pulling their hands away as if the wagon was some living thing that might try to eat them. One seemed a little less nervous than the others, waiting for the wood to stop moving and creaking before moving forward to test the wheel and make sure it would be able to support enough weight to function properly.

Marshall barely paid the woman any attention until she got going and explained that she was in fact a healer. He turned to face her with a shake of his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid the boy is days beyond the abilities of anyone." Flipping open the chest in his hands would reveal that the items within were those used for funeral rites.

The chest was soon passed off to someone who moved forward, clearly some level of priest or clergy to perform the rites. Marshall however turned back to the druidess with an appraising eye as if taking a moment to come to a decision. A nod to himself seemed to indicate that it was soon made as he began to speak, not bothering to hide the discussion from anyone else in the area.

"Willem was a good lad and it's a sad loss, but there is something more troubling to me. His father and two brothers aren't there. I sent them out three days ahead of us to make sure the path was clear." He waved for Aydyn to follow, two others from the caravan tagging along as well and none would stop Adynirach from joining in if he wished.

"They had all the tools to fix that wheel. But there is no sign of Herrod or his other sons. Not to mention the horses to pull the wagon. There is still food and supplies in the wagon, something they wouldn't leave behind. Nor would any bandits...." One of Marshall's hands came up to scratch at his chin, clearly at a loss for what might be going on.
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Aydyn frowned, tipping a look between the caravan master and the chest, with all its funeral rite paraphernalia. She felt a sharp welling of panic over a single word--boy--and irrationally envisioned the boy to be about Noah's age or even Evan's. She wanted to reach out, to enfold her girls against her sides and reassure herself that they were whole and they were safe. An overbearing reaction although not entirely unfounded, given past events. Nonetheless, she glanced back over her shoulder but Noah and Evan were lost within the bustle of the caravan. Perhaps she ought to have summoned Warae or Mari to watch over the two while she investigated the matter at the front of the caravan...

Too late now. Not to mention Warae and Mari were likely to cause more problems than they would have solved, Warae with her distrust of men and Mari because she was...well...Mari.

The Druidess pursued the man as he gestured her onward. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the situation. Ought they be worried about the mysterious disappearance? Was he intending on sending people out for a search of them? Or would it be...clean up the mess and move onward, no delays? She wasn't entirely sure which she favored. On one hand, she was content enough to mind her business, duck her head and see to the safety of her daughters. Get involved and her daughters became a questionable factor.

"No sign? No hoof prints left by the horses? Footprints by...Herrod?" That was the name he'd said, wasn't it? She looked skyward, considered the issue for a moment. What was the harm in winging to the sky? To taking a quick look overheard to see if there were any leads?

The harm remained in getting involved and leaving Noah and Evan both open to trouble.

"Will you send people out to look for them or we will be moving on? I know people will be anxious...places to be...And the winter's not getting any gentler..." Meaning travel through the pass wasn't going to be any easier at all for any of them. Indeed, the more they dallied there in the pass, the more likely it was to be treacherous further onward.

She would travel in the middle of winter, wouldn't she?

And here she was, being nosey. She ought to just get back in line and wait like everyone else. But no, not Aydyn. With a young boy involved, she had to get involved.

"I imagine we will be delayed anyway, burying the boy."
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Adyn had already had his suspicions about what he'd see when he finally got a good glimpse around the wagon, and there it was - pink slush and a bloody hand. Definitely a person. The extent of the injuries and the state of the body was still another matter entirely, but Adyn had seen enough to give him a clearer idea of the situation. But now that he was up to speed with the others, he couldn't help but wonder what events had led up to the grisly scene. What had killed him? And where were the others? The matter of the food and supplies still being around made for an interesting scenario.

The druid was asking good questions, so the human remained silent as he tagged along with the group. He was interested in what the man had to say if it had anything to do with his chances of getting to Enamoria in one piece. It would be curious indeed if there were no footprints or other physical signs of the group's departure. He wondered if they had even known how to protect themselves. He couldn't imagine what may be gained from looking for them now, and if there were no footprints - then what was there to look for? He was no tracker, and even if he was, he couldn't go off of nothing.

"No offense," he spoke up when the conversation had found a lull, "But it may benefit to know the state of the body, even if you don't want people gawking at it. It might be important to have an idea of how the kid died, or what did it. Did it look like.. an animal of some kind? I imagine that if it's snowed heavily since what happened, the footprints might be covered or gone... but was the body covered in snow?" If not, then there would be an inconcsitency there. It would mean that if the footprints were indeed missing, then something else had covered every one of them up.

"Then again, it's possible he was killed by other means after which predators or scavengers came along and..." he didn't know how to put it lightly, so he let the thought trail off. He supposed it was best to wait and see what Marshall planned to do about the others who were missing, and go along from there.

After all, he was stuck with the caravan, regardless. After seeing what little he had of Willem, he wasn't too keen on the idea of striking it out alone.
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Marshall had kept moving forward and off to the side of the path, putting him between the lead cart of the caravan and the one that Aydyn had repaired. One of his hands scratched at the back of his neck a moment before he rubbed his palms together. There were clear imprints from various things along the path, most clearly the ruts of carts and stomping of people. Though all that seemed to be centered on the road with only one trace of foot prints leaving the path and heading to a small cluster of trees. The person who made that path currently coming back to the caravan after taking care of some personal issues.

Marshall looked over to Adynirach, shaking his head. "It doesn't look like it was an animal, nor does it look like he got trampled. Clean cut like from a blade. No tracks that anyone saw, but the snows out here can cover up tracks in a single brightening while the paths remain mostly clear from little cover. Then again, I know caravans so...." He shrugged slightly, with no problem admitting he could actually walk over some sort of track without realizing it when not on a trade route.

He nodded slightly to Aydyn as if the question of burying the boy was never in doubt. Marshall had never been the most devout of individuals, but when it came to proper respect for the dead, he gave others what he hoped they would give him. "Most will be going on. There is a larger clearing about a candlemark ahead where they can stop for the day. I don't want to push further this close to sundown." The unspoken part of that was clearly about not wanting to risk stumbling into something unknown.

"I'll have some horses brought back to get the other cart off the path as well." Marshall clearly planned on taking care of the burial during that time, along with having a man or two check along the edges of the paths. He glanced back and forth between the Adynirach and Aydyn, voicing the option, but not expecting either to remain as they probably had their own worries to deal with. "If you need someone to handle a wagon for you, I can have someone take care of it"

The choice was clear. Would they remain with Marshall and look around the area or move on their way and let others deal with it.
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She was quiet as they discussed the condition of the body, arms folded against her chest as she peered out in the direction of the red slushy snow surrounding the covered body, the hand the only thing she could really see. Death was not unfamiliar to Aydyn. She had seen it before, had been the cause of it a time or two--though always when her other options were limited. She didn't enjoy death. She didn't enjoy meting it out, didn't enjoy seeing it. It was, however, a part of life and sometimes lives stolen early were a necessity to the cycle. Sometimes. But this was at present felt...senseless. And the loss of the young was never something Aydyn really felt comfortable with.

"So. Bandits, most likely. Or slavers." A little shiver on behalf of the druidess, who had her own dark experiences with slavery. She idly raised a hand, slid her finger along the inner curve of her ear, feeling that upraised brand that was still there. With her hair worn down, long, few people ever noticed it. With her hair presently drawn back into a braid, only a portion of the brand was visible behind the freed wisps that shifted in the breeze.

Aydyn was conveniently forgetting that food and supplies had been left in the caravan. She knew that neither bandits or slavers would have left behind those. What then? With cuts indicating something sentient? Darker ideas briefly flashed through Aydyn's head and she refolded her arms under her chest with a small lift to her chin. Better, perhaps, not to let her mind wander there.

The Druidess blinked briefly at Marshall as he looked at her, tossed her a question about her wagon. He was asking...if she wanted to help them look? Her eyes trailed past the wagoneer's face, back in the direction of her wagon. It wasn't visible from where she stood but she could picture it clearly, her daughters perched there and cats getting bored, wanting to explore and drift about to explore the surroundings, now that the wagon was stationary. Always a problem, trying to round everyone back up again. A brief and disturbing image of her wagon in much the same condition as Herrod's darted through her imagine. She imagined the red slush surrounding Noah or Evan, a hand out flung in death on the ground...

"I can't leave my girls," she stated quickly, firmly. "The best I can do is scout briefly overhead, if you wish, to see if I see anything in the immediate area that'll help you decide whether or not to just move on. But I don't think it'd be very wise to leave the girls otherwise. Not if there's someone out there, attacking caravans." She skittered a look towards the other man present. "Besides, as he said, the snow might have covered up a lot of tracks since this...happened. There might not be a whole lot to find without tracks to follow."
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Adyn could see the ruts and human tracks now that they grew closer, but the mass of them could have been from anyone or anything travelling through the pass. He made note of the one set of footprints that seemed to head off into the trees, but even that seemed to return to the place of origin. There was nothing to indicate where the owners of the cart had gone or how long ago that might have been.

The fact that the body had been cut by a blade made things all the more strange, especially given that no goods were taken. Adyn had travelled around with a group before he had settled down in Prime, and they had had no qualms about tromping on less than upstanding moral ground. But even they wouldn't have cut down a boy with no reason but to simply... do it. The woman's guess of slavers seemed more likely. He had had plenty of run-ins with slavers, and if anyone fought back hard enough they'd simply kill those who were more trouble than they were worth. Such actions would fall in line with what may have happened here.

Adyn was quiet at first as Marshall looked at them, seemingly offering the opportunity for them to contribute to the search. Putting himself in harm's way didn't appeal to the rogue - especially for a group of strangers who were probably good as dead. Not to mention, there were no tracks to go off of and there wasn't even any sort of reward should they turn up anything.

Nope, it wasn't children or other reasonable concerns holding Adyn back; he just didn't give a damn.

"Same here," Adyn voiced reluctantly in addition to what the woman said. "I might help scout ahead a bit, but there's nothing to see here now. It'll only be more difficult to find anything once the suns go down." He wasn't too keen on the idea of being separated from the rest of the group - especially when sundown wasn't that far off.
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Marshall gave Aydyn and Adynirach a small smile and nod. He had figured the lady wouldn't take the offer, given she was traveling alone with her family. The man had been a harder read, but in the end he wasn't surprised that both passed on his request. "I understand." A hand came up to rub at his nose before shifting back. "You are most likely right. I doubt we will find anything here. And while I wouldn't pull you away from your duties, I do ask you keep your eyes open"

He reached out, snagging a parchment and unrolling it on the edge of his wagon. It took a moment but soon he had their area in the center, pointing out where the group would be stopping for the day. "This is where you'll be stopping. Large enough area for all the wagons. But most importantly, there is a warm water spring nearby. If Herrod went further on, they would have stopped in that area."

Marshall wasn't sure that Herrod would have gone on and left Willem like he was. A sigh escaped his lips before he rolled the parchment back up and put it away before working to get the caravan moving again. The remaining part of the days trip would be uneventful for Aydyn or Adynirach. It was easy enough for them to situate themselves and those with them for the evening. Several cooking fires popping up throughout the camp, all the while several of the armed guards circled the site.

Things would stay rather uneventful until just before sundown when a younger man rushed back into camp, gasping for breath. It took a while, for him to get the story out, but it seemed that he had gone to the spring to collect some water and had the misfortune of being there when a pack of wolves had arrived and decided that food was more interesting than water and had started to chase him. He could have sworn that the pack was almost on his heels even as he got back to camp.

To anyone who took the time to look though, there was no sign of the wolves around the camp.
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Duties. Which consisted entirely of watching her daughters and making sure the cats didn't get too curious about what was beyond the wagon--a feat anyone with a cat knew to be entirely too difficult for words. "Once we get to the spring, I'll try to take a look around," Aydyn offered but she still doubted she'd see anything of note. Not with the snow and the encroaching darkness a potential problem. "If he's in the area, it's likely I'll see him."

She left it at that as they continued onward, quietly agreeing with the other that it was an impossible manhunt. But it was the polite thing to do: offer a helping hand when she had the relative means to do so.

With nothing really leaping out at them as they moved forward in their journey, the caravan rattling along until it came to the spring, Aydyn couldn't help but feel a little ill-at-ease. The situation back on the road bothered her, the image of the out flung hand in the snow a plague at the back of her mind. Noah was no end for annoying questions, pestering her mother about the situation and why some people were so somber. Noah was bored, she was restless, she wanted to get out and move around. She hated being trapped on the wagon for long stretches of time. It made Aydyn sigh at that particular moment, though she was usually amused by her restless daughter's spirit. She was a wild one, had an energy her mother didn't quite know what to do with.

So when the wagons crowded the spring, Aydyn setting up her own fire, she did seek out an additional companion for a part of the evening: the young man that had also been speaking to Marshall earlier. A little adult companionship, when you've been stuck with children all the rest of the day, went a long way. With the girls chowing down on some food, Aydyn maneuvered herself about the camp to locate him. It wasn't terribly hard, the caravan being what it was. "Serale," she interrupted him with a small cough. "I didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm Aydyn. Aydyn Blair." She hesitated, glancing back over her shoulder in the direction of her camp fire. "I was wondering if you'd care to join us? I have some extra food. No meat, I'm afraid. Bread, cheese, vegetables."

That was when the young man came rushing back into camp, fresh out of breath and terrified. She frowned and squinted past him...saw nothing. Wolves. She sighed, picturing the problem. Hungry wolves circling the camp, men killing. She watched as others struck out for a look around. "The rigors of a caravan," she noted wryly, already debating how to handle that problem. A spell spread around the camp to keep predators away might just do the trick.

"Did you see anything on the road? There was nothing I'd noted... I was going to wait until the girls went to sleep, then have a better look around, I think..." It was mostly quiet musing, some of it really to herself. It was good to speak the ideas aloud, however, bounce them against someone else. Even if she didn't know the person. Particularly after a day of listening to her daughter whine and whine. She wanted rational conversation.
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