[closed] when im on the road i see stuff going by

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, & Luana, with guest appearance by Raleigh Samson
WHAT: Wysteria and Luana go on an adventure to join the Battle of Ghislain
WHEN: Pre-Ghislain (gestures vaguely at travel times)
WHERE: All over the Maker's blighted earth.
NOTES: Phenomenally stupid decision making.

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[pyrazine]

Luana breathes through her nose, huffs. She eyes Wysteria for a moment before she speaks. "Are you going to hit me?" she asks, but then she's grinning, laughing. Holy Jesus, she was worried. Luana crawls into the space made by the dense leaves, and stretches out on the ground. It's warm here, buffered away from the wind and the chill, even with the ground being cold.

She grins up at Wysteria. "You can't complain too much. Even the mule from Hell can't complain too much." Oh, but how Luana hates that mule.

[heirring]

"I might." She certainly could. There is literally nothing to stop her, save maybe for her own faint sense of dignity.

With a grumble, Wysteria fetches her traveling case from where its set high on a nearby rock. From it she draws what is now a very familiar and not entirely clean blanket no doubt brought with her from her room in the Gallows. She shakes it out and passes it through the branches to Luana.

"Spread that out on the ground."

[pyrazine]

She grins a little, but takes the blanket, obedient as ever, and spreads it on the ground, moving to sit on it. It's not clean, but it's warm and dry from being carried in Wysteria's pack for so long. Combined with the warmth and pine-y smell of the little spot, it makes it almost nice here.

She looks at Wysteria for a moment. "I can shift before you sleep. I'll be warmer to sleep against," she clarifies, but she knows that the smell can be a little overpowering. "And I'll go make a perimeter."

[heirring]

"You'll go make a--" Oh.

She fights down the effort to wrinkle her nose. Yes, well. Fine. If it keeps the other animals of the wilderness at bay, then she doesn't see the harm in it. What she does see some harm in, however--

"I don't suppose you could find something to eat while you're out, could you? We're running low." On the dried fruit, salted pork and crackers she'd brought along. Spirits, she really hadn't anticipated this delay. They were meant to be with the Inquisition by now, sharing in whatever meals were being prepared around a fire far bigger and more comfortable than the one flickering away in their little camp here.