08-23-2019, 03:18 PM
Olver watched as the classroom spun away from sight, a sensation of vertigo consuming him twisting his gut in and over itself. Soon though his hooves were planted on solid ground and Tir began to talk as if nothing had happened. Because he had spent his whole life only listening he had become particularly good at it. So, while the teacher talked he scanned his surroundings, a hot, stale desert full of mazes.
Take the trail to the other side that is marked with the least number of horses you need with you to carry water and make it.
Olver could only assume this was the trail marked one, since he did not say the trail to the other side of the one that is marked with the least number.
He could do this he thought, he scanned the group of horses with him some had left already and some were grouped together to take the 5 trail. Anyone would be pretty oblivious to take the infinity trail since infinity has no end. As it were there seemed to be noone to go with him and so with a huff Olver went to collect his bucket and fill it with water.
First he takes his fill from the river itself, filling his stomach with what he thought he needed before filling his bucket. He did not fill his bucket completely though, he left just enough room for water to slosh around without spilling not wasting any more than he needed.
He set off down the trail marked one, by himself. The land was dry and the sun was hot but he felt pleasantly sustained by the drink he took before he left. The dirt cracked beneath his hooves as the trail curved away from the group. His water held steady as he walked a comfortable pace as not to wear himself out before the journey began. The trail slopes down suddenly into an array of canyons, narrowing in its form as he went. Carefully he stepped along being careful to raise his head enough that the water didn't capsize the buckets edge.
Again, Olver had become accustomed to listening and taking in his surroundings. He could hear the low whistle of air rushing down a particular canyon when he came to a crossroad and followed the cool breeze. This must be the turn that lead to the opening and the other source of water. After that when the path began to split into more than 2 paths he became slightly confused. He would sit his bucket down in the middle take one long swing and then make his way down one and then two, both coming to dead ends. Each time he would follow his markings back to his bucket. Taking yet another drink, he stood between the remaining two paths, closing his eyes to listen.
He had a 50% chance of picking the final and correct path. In the distance he could here the call of birds, echoing off the solid canyon walls. This would be the path he chooses. He picked up his bucket in this last attempt before heading down his chosen path. His bucket by now was nearly empty.
As he was walking, he heard a soft growl floating from a ledge not far ahead of him. He turned to the noise and there sat a large cat staring him down. Without hesitation Olver took off, not contemplating the next series of paths to consider but set on escaping the jaws of the cat that had chased him. When he finally stopped to search the cat was nowhere in sight, but a horse from class stood lazily around the next corner. Panting he made his way to Ruinam, his bucket was almost empty. He had gotten lost in his escape and when he finally paused to stop he drank from his remaining water, a shallow pool covered the bottom of his bucket. Ruinam graciously offered him some of his as well. He could hear distant chatter to the left path and decided he would follow it. The end was near, he could feel it and he had just enough water to make it to the shining sun on the other side. Once he got there he promised Ruinam he would refill his bucket and come back for him.
Take the trail to the other side that is marked with the least number of horses you need with you to carry water and make it.
Olver could only assume this was the trail marked one, since he did not say the trail to the other side of the one that is marked with the least number.
He could do this he thought, he scanned the group of horses with him some had left already and some were grouped together to take the 5 trail. Anyone would be pretty oblivious to take the infinity trail since infinity has no end. As it were there seemed to be noone to go with him and so with a huff Olver went to collect his bucket and fill it with water.
First he takes his fill from the river itself, filling his stomach with what he thought he needed before filling his bucket. He did not fill his bucket completely though, he left just enough room for water to slosh around without spilling not wasting any more than he needed.
He set off down the trail marked one, by himself. The land was dry and the sun was hot but he felt pleasantly sustained by the drink he took before he left. The dirt cracked beneath his hooves as the trail curved away from the group. His water held steady as he walked a comfortable pace as not to wear himself out before the journey began. The trail slopes down suddenly into an array of canyons, narrowing in its form as he went. Carefully he stepped along being careful to raise his head enough that the water didn't capsize the buckets edge.
Again, Olver had become accustomed to listening and taking in his surroundings. He could hear the low whistle of air rushing down a particular canyon when he came to a crossroad and followed the cool breeze. This must be the turn that lead to the opening and the other source of water. After that when the path began to split into more than 2 paths he became slightly confused. He would sit his bucket down in the middle take one long swing and then make his way down one and then two, both coming to dead ends. Each time he would follow his markings back to his bucket. Taking yet another drink, he stood between the remaining two paths, closing his eyes to listen.
He had a 50% chance of picking the final and correct path. In the distance he could here the call of birds, echoing off the solid canyon walls. This would be the path he chooses. He picked up his bucket in this last attempt before heading down his chosen path. His bucket by now was nearly empty.
As he was walking, he heard a soft growl floating from a ledge not far ahead of him. He turned to the noise and there sat a large cat staring him down. Without hesitation Olver took off, not contemplating the next series of paths to consider but set on escaping the jaws of the cat that had chased him. When he finally stopped to search the cat was nowhere in sight, but a horse from class stood lazily around the next corner. Panting he made his way to Ruinam, his bucket was almost empty. He had gotten lost in his escape and when he finally paused to stop he drank from his remaining water, a shallow pool covered the bottom of his bucket. Ruinam graciously offered him some of his as well. He could hear distant chatter to the left path and decided he would follow it. The end was near, he could feel it and he had just enough water to make it to the shining sun on the other side. Once he got there he promised Ruinam he would refill his bucket and come back for him.
