playing house on the road.

[justashotaway]

WHO: laura kint, matthias
WHAT: a very serious mission that is definitely not a date
WHEN: sometime in drakonis don't worry about it
WHERE: out of kirkwall, moving toward the planasene forest
NOTES: sexual content, references to prior nonconsensual sexual experiences

Laura's happier as soon as they leave Kirkwall and the heavy scents of people and filth get smoothed away by the rest of the world. Earth and salt from the sea replace them, trees begin to grow, and the distant mountains feel more possible. Everything seems more real: ground and sky, the pony they've been allowed to take with them, Matthias' hand in hers.

The first day, they travel, starting early in the morning and going until the sun is low, and the forest threatens to become too dark to see. Then, they find a clearing to stop in, one with a creek close enough to hear, and Matthias promises he'll build them the finest fire possible. The pony is tied up to rest and eat, supplies taken from its saddlebags, and Laura hunts.

She comes back with two fat nugs, already gutted, her hands still bloody. "We will need to make a spit."