Alyon stood up and threw her pack over her shoulder. "I believe the line is south of here as it generally goes from east to west. We might be lucky and see a train that we can jump on and hitch a ride to the next town that it stops at." As she started to walk towards the gate with Fraya, the girl popped a curious question about Alyon's father.
"He's a nice man, but rather quiet ever since my mother died. I think I'm starting to understand why..." she looked at Fraya for a moment, examining her body ever so slightly, "At the moment he would be freaked out," she nervously spoke, referring to the blood that was drying up on her skin, "but he's met a few different races in his time so he's pretty accommodating."
The two of them ventured south, moving to the edge of the barren land and safely through the forest and landscape until they eventually came across a lone rail track. It sat there glistening in the sun of the open plain with the two girls walking beside it, following the path towards the next city stop. As time passed on and the the two walked they eventually heard the faint clacking of a locomotive coming from behind them.
"Are you ready Fraya? Cause this machine is not going to stop for us," Alyon announced, raising her voice the more the train approached until it reached them with a deafening rattle.
Alyon began to run along the side of the carriages, trying hard to make as much speed as possible so that she could take a chance at fate. Looking up, she could see the end of one carriage and some rails that she would be able to grab onto. She held out her arm in order to grab the bar without putting herself in too much danger and took a leap. She landed on the edge, feet dangling over the side of the platform, and using as much strength as possible she pulled her body onto the rear of the carriage.
Turning around she saw Fraya behind her, making her move to leap onto the train. Holding out her hand and grabbing a hold of an edge she called out to the running girl, "C'mon!"
"He's a nice man, but rather quiet ever since my mother died. I think I'm starting to understand why..." she looked at Fraya for a moment, examining her body ever so slightly, "At the moment he would be freaked out," she nervously spoke, referring to the blood that was drying up on her skin, "but he's met a few different races in his time so he's pretty accommodating."
The two of them ventured south, moving to the edge of the barren land and safely through the forest and landscape until they eventually came across a lone rail track. It sat there glistening in the sun of the open plain with the two girls walking beside it, following the path towards the next city stop. As time passed on and the the two walked they eventually heard the faint clacking of a locomotive coming from behind them.
"Are you ready Fraya? Cause this machine is not going to stop for us," Alyon announced, raising her voice the more the train approached until it reached them with a deafening rattle.
Alyon began to run along the side of the carriages, trying hard to make as much speed as possible so that she could take a chance at fate. Looking up, she could see the end of one carriage and some rails that she would be able to grab onto. She held out her arm in order to grab the bar without putting herself in too much danger and took a leap. She landed on the edge, feet dangling over the side of the platform, and using as much strength as possible she pulled her body onto the rear of the carriage.
Turning around she saw Fraya behind her, making her move to leap onto the train. Holding out her hand and grabbing a hold of an edge she called out to the running girl, "C'mon!"