Grains of Sand

[Dasid]

*he looked down and kicked th ground. His hands went onto empty pockets before those brows turned back to the woman*

I can't....

*frowns*

there were ten of them....well only one woman but she was big and she had something that hit me on the head. Then she took the bag of coins I had with me....

*now what reason did he tell this woman all this. Maybe she reminded him of the "Mamma who went to Heaven and That was That.". Mamma used to sing sooooo sweetly, like those men on wings that lived with God. Dad that Hung told him that Mamma had gone to Heaven cos she was too good and hell was'nt having her.
He lowered his eyes*

I got hit here...

*he pointed to the back of his head and frowned*

so I's got to find da woman whos stole the money. I can't leave here without it!

*in a way he was hoping that she would help somehow*

[Lynnea]

She heaves a sigh, rolling her eyes heavenward, taking a moment to force her shoulders to relax. Tis an old trick to calm herself, but works well.

Aye? She hit ye? Slowly she turns back to the lad. Or did ye come after her, and attack her, trying to steal HER purse? And what did this wench look like, if ye be so sure of what happened? Mayhaps, if I know what to look for, I can find her when we get to the castle. Ye be coming with me now. Eiluna be there, and she'll look at your head, make sure ye nay be injured any worse than ye should be. She reaches out a roughened hand to him. And stop kicking the earth. It might get mad and throw a rock at your head.

[Dasid]

*he looked angry at her words of him stealing. Alright her tried to rob Tyruns purse but that was like....a few months ago.*
did not!
*he marched past her and shook his head*
I'll find her myself
Dasid began making his way in the direction of the town muttering to himself*
shoulda known that a woman would defend anothers..can't be trusted....ankles...
*determined to get the money back he began to try to fathom what prints remained in the grains of sand*

[Lynnea]

She shakes her head, following after the boy a short way, rubbing at the tip of her nose and keeping an eye to the sand. Lad? She raises a hand to point at the odd grasses that grow near sandy places. They went that way. Left a trail.

With that she turns, adjusts the satchel on her back, and sets off at a jog in a slightly different direction, relying on old memories and her sharp tracking skills to find the keep itself.

[Dasid]

*he frowned a little and nodded to the Lady* thanks Lady...*she was heading off in another direction one which surely would lead her into the bad lands*

hey Lady, not there, that got men with big hands and nothin ta do but use them...

*he shrugged a little and mumbled*

I dinnae know Whaleys be so nice, cya Lady

*he turned and made his way tracking those who robbed him. The best compliment he had ever given to a woman was just given and that was that.*