**** AT THE TOWN ***
When Adien returned to the town the doors were already drawn tight and the cord tied around it; the children’s symbolic and defiant move against the encroaching wilds. The emptiness of the village seemed to make the air heavy and the silence made everything seem a bit surreal.
The prints of a horse were obvious in the mud outside the door, as were the small foot prints of several people, obviously children, leading away from the town.
With the town barred it would take a bit of effort on Adien’s part to get the doors open, and then closed again but this close to the moors it would be the safest place to spend the night. In addition there was food and water aplenty inside the village walls, the children couldn’t begin to carry everything.
*** ON THE ROAD ****
Brisa yelped, loudly, when she hit the ground. It threw her into full wakefulness and pain as well. She blinked, rather stupidly, completely startled. When she realized what happened she turned bright red.
“Sorry” she mumbled not really meeting anyone’s gaze. “I guess I’m not used to such traveling. Sorry.”