08-23-2019, 10:30 AM
They are all in a classroom, huddled together with their newest inventions in hand. Cyprin smiles to herself, but before anything else can be said or done in the chemistry laboratory, the teacher teleports them elsewhere. Everything is a whirlwind. Her mane whips as a strong wind greets her at the new location.
She listens, but hesitates underneath the afternoon sun. The concept of exhausting labor deters her, but there is no other option if she wants to see this through and dive into her potential. With a concerned glance to NAME, a silent agreement of cooperation is made.
Together it is, then.
With hurried steps, Cyprin retrieves her bucket and fills it, but only after taking an initial few sips of water to begin her journey. Hydration first, she muses airily. Once her thirst is quenched, she lifts the filled bucket and takes off after Nolin. Fewer numbers means fewer parched mouths. Their water should last. The hope seeds itself in her heart as she begins with a brisk pace so as to not take too incredibly long. Occasionally, she pauses so that the water does not sway too much and dump out the sides. Once steady, she resumes after Nolin as the minutes quickly melt into their first hour traveling down trail one. The water, unfortunately, depletes as they scale winding paths and rocky canyons. It isn’t long until they are parched again.
Nolin abandons her as according to their plan to retrieve another bucket full of water, replenishing what was empty. A smile sweetly lifts a corner of her mouth, but she presses on diligently. While he is away, Cyprin walks so that he can more easily catch up to her when he canters to her side, the refilled bucket accounted for.
During their travels, however, they are eventually faced with yet another obstacle. This time, it isn’t the perilous landscape that gives them pause, but a rhumba of rattlers. Her jaws clench hesitantly as she scrutinizes the oversized nest of them. Instincts want her to freeze, but fortunately Nolin grabs her attention and steers her down another path along a ledge. His reassuring nudge provides her courage to turn from the venomous snakes and teeter her balance appropriately in order to reach safety. <i>”Shanks,”</i> she thanks him with her teeth clenched around the handle of her bucket.
Together, once free of the serpents and rocky ridge, they gain momentum again to make up for lost time. Each bucket contains four hours of water. One bucket has been refilled - making eight hours worth of water now -, and at their pace it is taking less than the allotted five. They should be fine. And with only two thirsty mouths instead of five or more, that leaves them with a passable remainder by the time they finish.
Cyprin’s breaths are labored from the exertion. Her muscles scream at her, but still she moves. Indeed, it does seem like an eternity that they are traversing this rocky landscape. A glance over her shoulder replays the paths, snakes, valleys, and rocks they have overcome in the past few hours. Almost there, she tries to tell herself. Facing forward again, she follows Nolin and tries to still ensure that minimal water spills during the movement.
Panting as they come to an end, Cyprin immediately places down her bucket with enough care as to retain what’s inside before leaning against Nolin for some support. <i>”That was exhausting,”</i> she whispers as she tries stretching to soothe her coiled muscles.
She listens, but hesitates underneath the afternoon sun. The concept of exhausting labor deters her, but there is no other option if she wants to see this through and dive into her potential. With a concerned glance to NAME, a silent agreement of cooperation is made.
Together it is, then.
With hurried steps, Cyprin retrieves her bucket and fills it, but only after taking an initial few sips of water to begin her journey. Hydration first, she muses airily. Once her thirst is quenched, she lifts the filled bucket and takes off after Nolin. Fewer numbers means fewer parched mouths. Their water should last. The hope seeds itself in her heart as she begins with a brisk pace so as to not take too incredibly long. Occasionally, she pauses so that the water does not sway too much and dump out the sides. Once steady, she resumes after Nolin as the minutes quickly melt into their first hour traveling down trail one. The water, unfortunately, depletes as they scale winding paths and rocky canyons. It isn’t long until they are parched again.
Nolin abandons her as according to their plan to retrieve another bucket full of water, replenishing what was empty. A smile sweetly lifts a corner of her mouth, but she presses on diligently. While he is away, Cyprin walks so that he can more easily catch up to her when he canters to her side, the refilled bucket accounted for.
During their travels, however, they are eventually faced with yet another obstacle. This time, it isn’t the perilous landscape that gives them pause, but a rhumba of rattlers. Her jaws clench hesitantly as she scrutinizes the oversized nest of them. Instincts want her to freeze, but fortunately Nolin grabs her attention and steers her down another path along a ledge. His reassuring nudge provides her courage to turn from the venomous snakes and teeter her balance appropriately in order to reach safety. <i>”Shanks,”</i> she thanks him with her teeth clenched around the handle of her bucket.
Together, once free of the serpents and rocky ridge, they gain momentum again to make up for lost time. Each bucket contains four hours of water. One bucket has been refilled - making eight hours worth of water now -, and at their pace it is taking less than the allotted five. They should be fine. And with only two thirsty mouths instead of five or more, that leaves them with a passable remainder by the time they finish.
Cyprin’s breaths are labored from the exertion. Her muscles scream at her, but still she moves. Indeed, it does seem like an eternity that they are traversing this rocky landscape. A glance over her shoulder replays the paths, snakes, valleys, and rocks they have overcome in the past few hours. Almost there, she tries to tell herself. Facing forward again, she follows Nolin and tries to still ensure that minimal water spills during the movement.
Panting as they come to an end, Cyprin immediately places down her bucket with enough care as to retain what’s inside before leaning against Nolin for some support. <i>”That was exhausting,”</i> she whispers as she tries stretching to soothe her coiled muscles.