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Firefoot · 02-04-2005, 06:51 PM

Sondo glared at Falco. Had he been a dog, his hackles would have been up and his teeth bared. As it was, he drew himself up, trying to maintain any sense of command that he ever had. It was one thing for Falco to disclose his concerns privately, but this! Who was he to say such things?

Sondo made a sarcastic show of considering Falco's idea. "Okay, let's say we do head south. Do you know when we would reach Sarn Ford? It could be five miles or fifty for all we know. Saying it's fairly close and we make it there. You say we can get supplies. How? Steal them? I don't have any money, and I doubt anyone does anymore. And what happens if we head south and don't come upon Sarn Ford?" Falco remained silent, but had a stubborn look on his face. "Then what?" Sondo pressed, but did not wait for an answer. "At least if we head north, we know that we will be heading home. Even with the current being what it is, we were only sailing for three days - and those not even full days. It shouldn't take us terribly long to get home.

"Honestly, Falco, do you think I want to go home now? If we could have our raft back and some supplies, don't you think I would be on it in a heartbeat? But we don't. If there were any chance of going on, don't you think I would take it? But heading south, we go farther and farther from familiar lands. We have no supplies left, and unless you have some proposed way to go on without food, blankets, rope, and everything else that was on that raft, I see no logical alternatives. I don't know about you, but I heard wolves last night. As long as we are not sailing the river, we are much more vulnerable. It's too risky to try and head south.

"And who knows?" he added more softly, wistfully. "Maybe there's still an adventure waiting out there for us. Maybe this will even be more of an adventure, now that we have nothing but our wits to use." His voice hardened again, taking on the firm, comfortable tone of command. "We have nothing but ourselves to depend on now. You are either with us or against us, Falco. We head north."

02-04-2005, 06:51 PM	#74
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Sondo glared at Falco. Had he been a dog, his hackles would have been up and his teeth bared. As it was, he drew himself up, trying to maintain any sense of command that he ever had. It was one thing for Falco to disclose his concerns privately, but this! Who was he to say such things? Sondo made a sarcastic show of considering Falco's idea. "Okay, let's say we do head south. Do you know when we would reach Sarn Ford? It could be five miles or fifty for all we know. Saying it's fairly close and we make it there. You say we can get supplies. How? Steal them? I don't have any money, and I doubt anyone does anymore. And what happens if we head south and don't come upon Sarn Ford?" Falco remained silent, but had a stubborn look on his face. "Then what?" Sondo pressed, but did not wait for an answer. "At least if we head north, we know that we will be heading home. Even with the current being what it is, we were only sailing for three days - and those not even full days. It shouldn't take us terribly long to get home. "Honestly, Falco, do you think I want to go home now? If we could have our raft back and some supplies, don't you think I would be on it in a heartbeat? But we don't. If there were any chance of going on, don't you think I would take it? But heading south, we go farther and farther from familiar lands. We have no supplies left, and unless you have some proposed way to go on without food, blankets, rope, and everything else that was on that raft, I see no logical alternatives. I don't know about you, but I heard wolves last night. As long as we are not sailing the river, we are much more vulnerable. It's too risky to try and head south. "And who knows?" he added more softly, wistfully. "Maybe there's still an adventure waiting out there for us. Maybe this will even be more of an adventure, now that we have nothing but our wits to use." His voice hardened again, taking on the firm, comfortable tone of command. "We have nothing but ourselves to depend on now. You are either with us or against us, Falco. We head north."