A Wanderer|Naurorod

[aivea]

A wanderer holds his travel worn cloak closed with one hand and carries a small map in the other. He narrows his eyes at the crudely drawn figures on it.

"Huh? According to the map, I should be in Ilyamen after traveling for this many days. How did I end up back where I started?" he asks in a frustrated tone.

Muttering to himself, he turns the map upside-down and squints at it.

"If I can't get there holding it one way, no need to hold it that way again."

Determinedly, he stomps along the foot of the volcano toward the desert. The wanderer vowed to travel there and tell the rest of his clan about it and nothing was going to make him break that vow. Not even having the worst sense of direction in history.

[Kender Bard]

((Well, it's a volcano, not a mountain. ^_^''))

Warily, a young Clan scout from one of the other clans starts to follow him from a distance. She tries to stay looking nonchalant, in case this man should notice her, but her grip on her spear is tight - in case it came to a sudden confrontation. She might have been young, but she'd been in the field long enough to know that the other clans generally didn't take well to being spied upon.

[aivea]

(Fixed! I do have a brain around here somewhere. ^^

The wanderer turns so he is traveling in the opposite direction, and sees something move along the horizon. However, the object disappears as soon as he notices it.

"Seeing mirages already," he mutters. "I'm seeing a doctor when I get there."

[Kender Bard]

After a while of traveling, the Scout begins to wonder if he's seeking Pyremens - they own a vast majority of the desert land on that side of the volcano. If he is, he must have a suicide wish. Shaking her head at her own damnable curiosity, the scout runs up ahead to try and catch up with him, "Hey! Hey you!"

[aivea]

Startled, he turns and starts to reach for his weapon before seeing the Scout. He returns to normal standing and lets out a breath he did not know he was holding. Quickly, the wanderer searches his pockets for anything that might have fallen, revealing nothing missing.

"You gave me quite the scare, miss. Did something happen?"

[Kender Bard]

The scout catches up, not even winded, and shakes her hair so that her long sandy-brown bangs fall into her eyes. Pushing them out of the way, she says, "Do you have any idea where you're headed?"

[aivea]

"I'm trying to get to Ilyamen, but this blasted scrap of paper is completely off," he replies, getting out the map.

The wanderer peers at the map again, again while holding it upside down.

[Kender Bard]

The scout stares at him then rubs her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. "Fire-brother, you're headed straight to Pyremens. I can assure you - they don't take well to wayward travelers either. Ilyamen is east, and you're headed west."

[aivea]

"Thanks," he says a bit sheepishly.

The wanderer turns toward the direction he thinks is east and begins walking. His map remains in his hand and turned the wrong way, however. It seems he is completely hopeless when it comes to finding his way anywhere.

[Kender Bard]

The scout watches him go, then picks up her pace and follows him. Once she's at his side, she asks, "So why are you going to Ilyamen?"

[aivea]

"Just made a promise to go there, that's all. Mmm, talking to someone without knowing their name is awkward, don't you agree? Call me Sierra."

Sierra dusts off one hand on his cloak's lining and holds it out palm up like he wanted to shake hands.

[Kender Bard]

The scout smiled crookedly and nodded, "Okay Sierra. I'm Fern. Now do you think you can get to Ilyamen without stumbling into Lacuna?"

[aivea]

"I would hope so. With all the Clears running around in Lacuna, that is the last place I'd want to be... It's the more north of the two, right?"

He is still holding a map, one that the only problems with it are Sierra does not seem to be reading it right and it is still being held with south to the top. The map is held loosely enough that it could be taken and turned right side up, if whoever tried moved quickly enough that he wouldn't tighten his hold.

[Kender Bard]

Fern sighed, as her hand darted out with the reflexes that clan-training had burned into her, and righted the map for him. "Would you like a guide, Sierra?"

[aivea]

"That'd be nice, Fern" Sierra answers, smiling. "You should you don't mind?"

Any company is better than none to Sierra and he was getting tired of walking for days only to find himself right back where he started.