Laurel had spoken of the group getting to know each other but talking, but Lanaey never did like to talk much to others. Since her camp was near the town centre she didn't have far to go when everyone started moving away from the fountain. Some of these men aren't here simply to help, but then again, neither am I, in a way. Looking out over the land, Lanaey felt the pull of nature on her. It whispered of comfort and peace that would help her if she let it, but she wouldn't. Yes, the land would be a solace, but I neither need nor want it. What of the land that isn't peaceful and is instead full of pain and toil? Like Alphirion...
Mentally shaking herself, Lanaey went about bringing back up her little fire provide a little warmth. Sitting by the little fire she chewed on some dried fruit pieces and occasionally sipped from her water bag. Glancing around Lanaey noticed that the sheild madien Jess and her brother Cartil were accross the town centre from her, having what looked like an impromptu little fight, but she could tell that it was all done in good humor.
Getting up and stretching she went over to her horse and started rubbing Drass down again to fill her hands with something useful. The firm strokes repetitively went over Drass' back as Lanaey worked. Letting her mind focus on nothing as she brushed her horse, Lanaey found herself smiling in the simple pleasure of it. Once she was done she found herself walking over to the old fountain. It must have been so beautiful once with water falling gracefully from the heights to the shallows. Moving closer to the fountain Lanaey noticed worn figures carved into the sides and in the basin. Tracing her fingers along their dancing figures Lanaey marveled at how detailed the people had been in creating such a work. The small figures dancing about each other with clothes flowing and mouths smiling. I bet the water made them look alive, as if they were truly dancing in the basin at a festival.
A faint footfall, but Lanaey heard it and looked up to see one of the men approaching. As he came a little closer Lanaey could make out that it was Thagon, the one traveling with the shield-maiden Leena. She could have moved off to her camp, but something made her stay by the fountain. He had such an air of authority and surity about him, as if he always knew what he was doing. She could tell he was dedicated by the way that his armor had that new sheen look to it, but that he wasn't a coward in battle by the slightly worn look of that same armor.
She leaned against the fountain as he came up to her.
"Hello lady, my name is Thagon." He offered a hand, which Lanaey shook readily with an equally strong grip. "What brings you out?"
Lanaey placed a hand on the fountain. "Just admiring an ancient craft." She looked off into the night sky as he took a closer look at the carvings. Sighing, she turned back to the man who was talking again.
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