WHO: Miriam & Vanya; Miriam & Joselyn WHAT: Workin' 9 to 5 WHEN: Now WHERE: Somewhere in the Free Marches; The Crossroads NOTES: catch-all; starters in comments. will note cw's in subject lines if necessary.
With a rein in each hand (for soon she suspects there will be little difference between her good side and bad side, as being jostled in the front of a wagon for the remaining duration of the trip is likely to turn the whole of her into a walking bruise), Miriam counts for his benefit:
"Three, two, one, walk on you bastards," and cracks the reins encouragingly across the mules' backs.
Happily, no mule stays spooked for long and it seems the pair of them have quite recovered from their ordeal even if their would-be masters haven't. The team bends amenably to the guidance of the reins, and to the encouragement of Vanya's hand, and while extricating both team and wagon from the stand of trees is an operation of five steps forward, two back, three right, five more forward, now ten back-- and so on, both animals are at least not the issue.
When the wagon is at last on even ground and more or less pointed in the direction of returning to the road without obstruction, Miriam wraps the reins around the hook at the wagon's footboard and considers what remains of their predicament.
"If your leg will bear helping me down again, I'll go poking around in those trees and see if there's any elf root to be found."
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"Three, two, one, walk on you bastards," and cracks the reins encouragingly across the mules' backs.
Happily, no mule stays spooked for long and it seems the pair of them have quite recovered from their ordeal even if their would-be masters haven't. The team bends amenably to the guidance of the reins, and to the encouragement of Vanya's hand, and while extricating both team and wagon from the stand of trees is an operation of five steps forward, two back, three right, five more forward, now ten back-- and so on, both animals are at least not the issue.
When the wagon is at last on even ground and more or less pointed in the direction of returning to the road without obstruction, Miriam wraps the reins around the hook at the wagon's footboard and considers what remains of their predicament.
"If your leg will bear helping me down again, I'll go poking around in those trees and see if there's any elf root to be found."