Fire flickers warm and bright, the silver path running right under the campsite. Colorful nevers flutter about, taking turns turning a spit, on it is a strange piece of meat? Round and around it goes, juice from the meat sizzles as it drops down into the flames.
"Not all who wander are lost... take only memories, leave only footprints..mmmm...I wonder if hoof prints count?" Dark but sparkling eyes settle on the majestic gelding. The horse snorts. "Does the walker choose the path or does the path choose the walker..." She closes the book of quotes. "You know, this asks some good questions."
Perhaps she should not have taken that extra turn. Perhaps she could have traveled straight through. But then she would have never met the tiny blue and green elf like men nor would she have had a random dance party with a group of native-like chimera that seemed to be having a party. Its almost as if she is searching for something she can't quite put her finger on.
"No worries Arrow. I won't get distracted any more. Straight on to Earth Runes from here out." A nod, then a blink. "But you know we did see that strange cottage back there a ways, the one next to a pond that had a large turtle. I do Like turtles." Dart sighs and leans back, resting against her bedroll. The horse's soft nicker echos into the night, as the air fills with the scent of dinner.
To be Continued....