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Orual · 04-22-2003, 12:19 PM

"...and the horses, Andunériel. We can't expect them to go on forever on this terrain."

"I know that. I know more about horses than you do. We're taking it hard on them, but it won't kill them."

Anson glowered at the Elf. Tensions were running high on the second day of their journey, with the companions weary and achy, dirty and cross. Anson was saddlesore like he had never thought he could be, and he was hot and cold in alternating flashes; he would sweat, and the cold wind would gust, chilling him. He just hoped he didn't get sick.

Despite Andunériel's guess, it would probably be a third day before they were in Fangorn. None of them were happy about that, but Anson was downright foul-tempered because of it. He had spent the whole day arguing with Andunériel about their plans. They should dismount; they had to stay on the horses; they had to ride harder, they could not waste another day; they could not press the horses any more. The whole day spent like this. It was some entertainment for the others, but Anson and Andunériel had not a civil word for each other, and it strained the entire company.

Out of the corner of his eye Anson saw Gondolin turning around in his saddle, staring intently at the craggy rocks behind them. A question was half-formed on his tongue when the Elf cried out, "Rockslide!"

Anson lurched in the seat when Andunériel's horse skidded as she heeled him on. "Ride! Follow me!" she cried. Anson hung on tight as they raced down the narrow mountain path.

The sounds of boulders bouncing off of boulders and gravel crunching under the horses' hooves followed the company on their descent. Anson was knocked on the head by a sharp errant piece of rock, and a piercing pain rocked him. "Hold fast, Anson!" Andunériel called. He heard a few cries behind him as his companions were likewise attacked.

They were finally at the base of the mountain, on the eastern side, and the only remainder of the slide was loose gravel beneath their feet as they dismounted. Andunériel surveyed the group concernedly. "Is anyone badly hurt?"

[ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

04-22-2003, 12:19 PM	#90
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	"...and the horses, Andunériel. We can't expect them to go on forever on this terrain." "I know that. I know more about horses than you do. We're taking it hard on them, but it won't kill them." Anson glowered at the Elf. Tensions were running high on the second day of their journey, with the companions weary and achy, dirty and cross. Anson was saddlesore like he had never thought he could be, and he was hot and cold in alternating flashes; he would sweat, and the cold wind would gust, chilling him. He just hoped he didn't get sick. Despite Andunériel's guess, it would probably be a third day before they were in Fangorn. None of them were happy about that, but Anson was downright foul-tempered because of it. He had spent the whole day arguing with Andunériel about their plans. They should dismount; they had to stay on the horses; they had to ride harder, they could not waste another day; they could not press the horses any more. The whole day spent like this. It was some entertainment for the others, but Anson and Andunériel had not a civil word for each other, and it strained the entire company. Out of the corner of his eye Anson saw Gondolin turning around in his saddle, staring intently at the craggy rocks behind them. A question was half-formed on his tongue when the Elf cried out, "Rockslide!" Anson lurched in the seat when Andunériel's horse skidded as she heeled him on. "Ride! Follow me!" she cried. Anson hung on tight as they raced down the narrow mountain path. The sounds of boulders bouncing off of boulders and gravel crunching under the horses' hooves followed the company on their descent. Anson was knocked on the head by a sharp errant piece of rock, and a piercing pain rocked him. "Hold fast, Anson!" Andunériel called. He heard a few cries behind him as his companions were likewise attacked. They were finally at the base of the mountain, on the eastern side, and the only remainder of the slide was loose gravel beneath their feet as they dismounted. Andunériel surveyed the group concernedly. "Is anyone badly hurt?" [ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"