#odyssey

Dag laughs.

Symon only casually eyes the ground for rocks.

He wouldn’t REALLY throw them. For one, he’s not that athletic and likely to pull a muscle somehow. And another is... airborn missiles. Not risking it.

"Thanks, Farhowl."

“Tell them to go keep an eye on your horses. If Spark takes a runner, they could catch him easier than anyone else.. Except maybe Gerd.” He allows.

“They DO know the horses ain’t food, right?”

"Welcome, little thunder.."

"We got a truce, yeah."

"You heard him. You gotta watch out if Spark takes off!"

“It’s like buffalo wings.” He is teasing, though.

And something stirs in his backpack. He stops in his tracks.

And SIGHS.

"Sy?"

"We shall" Farhowl says "The oath was made to the starswift one... and to her young. We hunt deer, not horse tonight. I hear around yule a fat human will fly some to us. Fun..they Deliver!"

And then the wolves break off

Snerk.

He gives Dagmar a sheepish look. “Mrrr....Chicken.” His backpack says, muffled.

"Oh." Her mouth quirks. "Well, guess we have backup."

“I can’t wait to see what vital quest gear she kicked out to make room.” But he can’t be mad, not really. Not at Lovecraft. SHe’s just a cat, who doesn’t know better.

She knows BEST.

"Well, I mean, Lovecraft is canny."

The trod gets further... and they see banners..simple ones. Runes of road and shield. Rovers walk this path. Misbehave, and you will encounter a knight of the way... you will not enjoy it

Dag has no such intent.

“She should be, she gets enough tinned tuna.” He also slips pst the warnings.

And soon they angle higher. There is no crisis, no threat...

but there is a sign

A siiiigh. “Seen it.”

"Well, we're halfway already!"

The terrain has shifted.. no longer Bergen, no longer fixed to an earthly location. The path stays true ...and gets decidedly colder...snow everywhere.

Thor scarf!

Warm socks!

Mittens... with llittle kitten noses and whiskers embroidered on them.

SIGH.

Another Sign 'Dont drink the water'

"Oh. You ever think Anne Marie, like, does it on purpose?"

“Maybe they’ll help keep people from thinking I’m a threat?” He huffs, “But... see, they flip down, and I can use my phone with my finger tips. It’s kinda neat.”

A grunt of agreement.

A figure is approaching, he is on a horse

Symon draws to the side of the path, out of the way.

Dagmar looks up. Flyswatter is held casually in hand - not a threat, but ready.

They flank the rider! Well, kinda. They could just ride over SYmon.

The individual looks to be born of the dreams of the old west. A grizzled clean shaven eshu with a duster and a gray cowboy hat. His horse is the color of arid highlands...and as he slows... "Easy, boy." A look at the two, and he tips his hat "Pardon me, miss, sir. This the way to Rivervale?"

She tilts her head. "Why are you seeking Rivervale?"

Symon may as well be a shadow by the side of a saloon door. Yeeeeup.

"Want to find out where it happened" The Eshu says

"...Where what happened?"

"Where that serf slaving son of a bitch finally stepped his ugly snake face into the wrong place and brought down years of Da'an's due down him in a mighty fist by bringing chains into the lands of shacklebreaker. I wanna be there where it started, where dry tears began to fall wet and joyous... I Know the end. I want to see the begining of the end. I got a story to hunt, but I want to feel the soil"

Grunt, nod. "That's the way. You'll wanna find Siv."

Symon is melting further to the edges of the path, intent that this tale-teller doesn’t take notice.

"More like where Siv got her ass kicked, if what I heard is right, but yeah,I'll look her out..." A pause "Hey now, slilppy, you trying to get behind my back for a reason?" Hand near hip