<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/D01nHYr.png" style="avatar]Bajazet pounded the ground hard and fast with the butt of her walking stick.
The caravan had been traveling for twelve nights, and of all the things she had seen, sand was involved. Sandy meals as high winds blew across the desert, eaten by sandy, restless people. The collective was pulled along by their sandy, irritated cattle who brayed their disappointment through every long mile. There was sand everywhere, in and on everything, and none of what she had done as precaution seemed to help. Blinking more of the obnoxious substance from her dark hues, the sun was coming to set. The walkers were those who patrolled the caravan on foot, scouting a few hundred meters ahead in case there may have been sightings of unknown travelers. Only took one asshole with a gun to freak out the normal folks in their midst. The merchants and scroungers who sold their wares from the wagons they rode in were kind people, quiet sorts, and Bajazet knew they deserved to be left in peace.
Most people disagreed.
Again, the stick jerked against the ground in a repeated motion, spelling out a short message to those in her scanning party. Bare footed toes and heels would catch the shifts of the sands and return the message with one of their own. This system had existed since before the wars, and would outlive any family in their group.
/Something in the distance-/ Bajazet pounded with her stick.
//Many-?//
/No- Few- One-/
///Tell caravan///
/Stay- watch-/
Making a barefoot about face, Bajazet trekked back to where the sounds were greater, wagons all pulling towards the direction she had just come from. Waving the hand with the stick in the air, she motioned for them to stop. Of course the person to drop down from their driving bench was the leader, though his weathered face seemed more sour than anticipated. "What is the meaning of this?" His tone seemed accusatory, but the woman ignored it. He was always blunt, rough around the edges, and increasingly hateful towards her kind. Woman-kind.
<font color="e6cd19]"There is someone in the distance."[/font] Her voice was deep and rich like a clay of the earth. <font color="e6cd19]"I was told to tell you."[/font]
"So we're stopping for one person? Just one?"
<font color="e6cd19]"Yes."[/font]
The old man guffawed and removed his hat, his other hand mopping the sweat from his stringy hairline. "You are some paranoid sorts- Just get back to watching the front! I haven't got time to waste on you lot being spooked by anything that moved. Probably a Dreg or something." Bajazet didn't reply to being brushed off, but if asked honestly, she would have said this reaction was the norm. In time, when a bandit cut his throat and stole his tobacco and hemp supplies, he would wish he had listened.
This time, she ran with her layers of cotton wrap and linen flowing behind her. Actively trying to get closer to the stranger, the woman was cautious as she put this much distance between herself and her comrads. All it took was a bullet to end her life - though using a bullet on a mostly unarmed woman seemed wasteful.
Now close enough to shout to the wanderer, the distant silhouettes of the other walkers were barely seen in the dim of dusk. As the sun went down, the landscape became more than just heat and sand. This was when bandits and Dregs were most active, and most likely to catch a person with their guard down. Bajazet didn't want to become an example of this, but it was best to know what this person was doing so far out, and if they were truly alone, it was the right thing to offer them assistance. Even if it was just a point in the right direction.
<font color="e6cd19]"Are you alright?"[/font] She asked loudly, the wind hopefully carrying the questions. <font color="e6cd19]"Injured?"[/font]
<Bajazet - e6cd19>
The caravan had been traveling for twelve nights, and of all the things she had seen, sand was involved. Sandy meals as high winds blew across the desert, eaten by sandy, restless people. The collective was pulled along by their sandy, irritated cattle who brayed their disappointment through every long mile. There was sand everywhere, in and on everything, and none of what she had done as precaution seemed to help. Blinking more of the obnoxious substance from her dark hues, the sun was coming to set. The walkers were those who patrolled the caravan on foot, scouting a few hundred meters ahead in case there may have been sightings of unknown travelers. Only took one asshole with a gun to freak out the normal folks in their midst. The merchants and scroungers who sold their wares from the wagons they rode in were kind people, quiet sorts, and Bajazet knew they deserved to be left in peace.
Most people disagreed.
Again, the stick jerked against the ground in a repeated motion, spelling out a short message to those in her scanning party. Bare footed toes and heels would catch the shifts of the sands and return the message with one of their own. This system had existed since before the wars, and would outlive any family in their group.
/Something in the distance-/ Bajazet pounded with her stick.
//Many-?//
/No- Few- One-/
///Tell caravan///
/Stay- watch-/
Making a barefoot about face, Bajazet trekked back to where the sounds were greater, wagons all pulling towards the direction she had just come from. Waving the hand with the stick in the air, she motioned for them to stop. Of course the person to drop down from their driving bench was the leader, though his weathered face seemed more sour than anticipated. "What is the meaning of this?" His tone seemed accusatory, but the woman ignored it. He was always blunt, rough around the edges, and increasingly hateful towards her kind. Woman-kind.
<font color="e6cd19]"There is someone in the distance."[/font] Her voice was deep and rich like a clay of the earth. <font color="e6cd19]"I was told to tell you."[/font]
"So we're stopping for one person? Just one?"
<font color="e6cd19]"Yes."[/font]
The old man guffawed and removed his hat, his other hand mopping the sweat from his stringy hairline. "You are some paranoid sorts- Just get back to watching the front! I haven't got time to waste on you lot being spooked by anything that moved. Probably a Dreg or something." Bajazet didn't reply to being brushed off, but if asked honestly, she would have said this reaction was the norm. In time, when a bandit cut his throat and stole his tobacco and hemp supplies, he would wish he had listened.
This time, she ran with her layers of cotton wrap and linen flowing behind her. Actively trying to get closer to the stranger, the woman was cautious as she put this much distance between herself and her comrads. All it took was a bullet to end her life - though using a bullet on a mostly unarmed woman seemed wasteful.
Now close enough to shout to the wanderer, the distant silhouettes of the other walkers were barely seen in the dim of dusk. As the sun went down, the landscape became more than just heat and sand. This was when bandits and Dregs were most active, and most likely to catch a person with their guard down. Bajazet didn't want to become an example of this, but it was best to know what this person was doing so far out, and if they were truly alone, it was the right thing to offer them assistance. Even if it was just a point in the right direction.
<font color="e6cd19]"Are you alright?"[/font] She asked loudly, the wind hopefully carrying the questions. <font color="e6cd19]"Injured?"[/font]
<Bajazet - e6cd19>
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