RWGing Again
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dethoratsPrompt: Bridge
Word Count: 447
Kalla reined her horse in as the faint path emerged abruptly from the thick foliage. The evergreens had blocked much of the light and both woman and steed blinked in the sudden sunshine. Ahead, the path meandered through scrub and tall grass, before it came to a river. Kalla spurred the horse back to a walking pace once she was sure no dangers were waiting in ambush. A drink of water would go far for both of them but it was also a place of danger as she had already learned the hard way.
Taerythos stirred in the back of her brain at the memory, almost like a dog turning over in its sleep, and she pulled her thoughts back so as not to wake him. It was safe for now; no need to put up with his comments and attitude when his help was not also required. As they plodded forward, Kalla kept her eyes peeled. There was a good chance for forage in a spot like this and wild herbs and roots would be a nice change after three days of nothing but game. The evergreens had crowded out much of the woodland undergrowth, leaving her with only deer and birds for supper.
As she and her horse neared the river, Kalla spotted some wild onions as well as rampion and mint. There was likely more if she could spare the time to hunt. It would be worth it, she decided, to take an hour or three to fill a saddlebag. She didn’t know what was ahead, only that there weren’t many towns on the map in this area and no way of knowing what she’d find in them. There was a bridge across the river but it was in poor repair. That would be another issue; she’d have to either risk it or try and see how deep the river was and determine whether the horse could ford it. But food came first.
She tethered her horse to one of the support beams, giving the gelding enough lead to edge down the rather steeply sloping bank for a drink if he wanted. Kalla grabbed her own waterskins, all but one empty at this point, and skidded her way down to the water’s edge. The river wasn’t too fast but it did look deep and the view of the bridge from below didn’t do anything to assuage her worries. She filled the waterskins, indulging in several long pulls of fresh water after several days of careful rationing, and then made her way back up. At least the field looked promising and there even seemed to be a tangle of wild blackberries further up the bank.
Word Count: 447
Kalla reined her horse in as the faint path emerged abruptly from the thick foliage. The evergreens had blocked much of the light and both woman and steed blinked in the sudden sunshine. Ahead, the path meandered through scrub and tall grass, before it came to a river. Kalla spurred the horse back to a walking pace once she was sure no dangers were waiting in ambush. A drink of water would go far for both of them but it was also a place of danger as she had already learned the hard way.
Taerythos stirred in the back of her brain at the memory, almost like a dog turning over in its sleep, and she pulled her thoughts back so as not to wake him. It was safe for now; no need to put up with his comments and attitude when his help was not also required. As they plodded forward, Kalla kept her eyes peeled. There was a good chance for forage in a spot like this and wild herbs and roots would be a nice change after three days of nothing but game. The evergreens had crowded out much of the woodland undergrowth, leaving her with only deer and birds for supper.
As she and her horse neared the river, Kalla spotted some wild onions as well as rampion and mint. There was likely more if she could spare the time to hunt. It would be worth it, she decided, to take an hour or three to fill a saddlebag. She didn’t know what was ahead, only that there weren’t many towns on the map in this area and no way of knowing what she’d find in them. There was a bridge across the river but it was in poor repair. That would be another issue; she’d have to either risk it or try and see how deep the river was and determine whether the horse could ford it. But food came first.
She tethered her horse to one of the support beams, giving the gelding enough lead to edge down the rather steeply sloping bank for a drink if he wanted. Kalla grabbed her own waterskins, all but one empty at this point, and skidded her way down to the water’s edge. The river wasn’t too fast but it did look deep and the view of the bridge from below didn’t do anything to assuage her worries. She filled the waterskins, indulging in several long pulls of fresh water after several days of careful rationing, and then made her way back up. At least the field looked promising and there even seemed to be a tangle of wild blackberries further up the bank.
