A Very Long Walk|Naurorod

[Kender Bard]

Aida eyed her meat and let it stay in the flames; she liked hers done extra well. "Not all belief is good, and sometimes we find the things we believe in are false. I used to believe that knowledgeable people were all helpless social-morons and that priests were stuffy old folks who needed to liven up a bit."

[adris]

He continues to listen intently at what she had to say, it was another one of her rants telling him that he was wrong. He dismisses it, responding in kind would only catch them in a cycle again he didn't want to get into. After mulling for a bit and chewing some now cooled meat he responded.

"One out of two isn't bad right? You hit that thing about priests right on the head."

He flashed a wide grin thinking himself clever. He hasn't opened himself to just poking fun at someone for quite a while, it felt, good. Even without his symbol he is beginning to feel how he felt when he first joined the military, just a cynic with a short-sighted plan.

[Kender Bard]

She pouted at him, though it was obvious she felt no hurt in the statement. "You wouldn't say that if you saw me at home with Akil." She smiled coyly, twirling a bit of her hair between her fingers. "With us retired from pilgrimages, I have nothing better to do then run around and tease the younger generations."

[adris]

He smiles at that statement while taking another bite out of his meat, it is close to being done. She has an admirable amount of energy for being a priestess.

"Ah, and now that you are back on the travelling trail you have nothing better to do then to tease your own generation eh?"

He nodded towards the fire, warning her to either turn her stick, take it off, or let it catch a flame. He was wondering how far they were from Autus. He knew it wasn't far, just coming back in his mind is what exactally she wanted to show him. Her debate hasn't cleared his mind he just dosn't get what her greater plan is.

[Kender Bard]

Aida gave a slight nod back and took her meat, blowing on it until it was cool to eat. The outside was a bit blackened, but that was fine for her. She rather wished she'd brought spices, but that would have been impractical for their journy. "Hmm, my own? I'm not so sure about that. Just how old are you?"

[adris]

He looked at her food and grimaced for a second. He couldn't stand it if his meat had any crunch to it at all, but to each their own. He shrugged his shoulders and tried his best to dismiss it.

"I am 41, going to hit 42 in the summer."

He sighed at thinking of the years gone by, usually crusty old men fade away somewhere for a while after their years of usefulness has gone. Not Ilis though, he had to keep being a prick in someone's side until he got to this point. The one good thing is besides some military failures that costed him clan mates, he had no regrets even now.

[Kender Bard]

"Then you are a younger generation," she remarks between bites. Once she's finished, she tosses the scraps into the fire and cleans her hands on a small rag. "For I am fifty-one." She watched Ilis closely, curious to what his reaction would be.

[adris]

Ilis mocks a skeptical look out of the corner of his eye as he also finishes his meal and disposes of it. After the second it took for the smile to reach his eyes he spoke.

"You're just saying that to make me feel like I'm wrong, then you're gonna pull the carpet from under me. I would have said you were younger then I if you hadn't kept hinting at your age."

He really couldn't believe there was this much energy in a 50 year old. Sure that is still a young 50, but after living an active life usually one's body just tires out. Plus she didn't show signs of age physically, well, maybe she did but Ilis never took the time to notice.

[Kender Bard]

Aida smiles coyly, shaking her head, "No it's the truth. We Mind types have a tendency to live quite long. But that's why I'm retired." Looking at the sky she remarks, "We should head on our way. We've a ways to go yet."

[adris]

Ilis does nothing to her response about her age, not much more could be said in this case. He heaped dirt on top of the fire to put it out after she was done eating, and he has finished all of his.

"Aye, I am interested in seeing the temple of Worg. Perhaps we should move forward, I have gotten awful chatty lately, it is unbecoming."

He moved over and began to undo Aida's tent, a much simpler task then setting it up. He finished it by rolling it up and tying the roll together. Then as what he thought was a gift of kindness he lifted the burden over his own shoulder.

[Kender Bard]

Aida smiled slightly, recognizing the act for what it was, and bowed her head as she turned and struck down the path towards Autus - southwest of where they were - without any further ado.

((Shall I make a post in Autus?))

[adris]

(Yeah, unless you want another round of bickering that will go nowhere go ahead and move them to Autus)

He took a few breaths, checked the fire one last time and followed close behind Aida. It is funny how this is his punishment, but at this point he actually finds himself... happy to some extent.