88th Ashan, 718
She was so happy she could cry. The emotions which swirled in Vega were matched by the colours which did the same in her eyes, but every one of them positive. "Will you stop eatin'? Yer gonna get fat an' then I'll have to dump you for a new guy, an' that sounds like all sorts of bother I could live without." Vega grinned at him, thumped him on the shoulder when he sauntered up and started to walk with him. Just them, walking together. Walking. "Come on, you. We're gonna have to get some kind of bottomless sack what's filled with food, jus' for you. Mind you," her grin when she spoke then was wicked, slightly crooked and her eyes took on a different look. "You work it off, too. I should be like a rake." In fairness, there wasn't any fat on her, but still. "You might be beyond all 'uman need for sleep, but I'm gonna 'ave to start layin' abed in the mornin' you know." It sounded like a grumble, until she added, "I could stay till the afternoon, too, if you like." But then, with a sudden laugh, Vega skipped over to him and took hold of his hands, swinging around like they were dancing. "Come on! Let's go explore."
Because this? How long had it been since they did this? She didn't know the numbers, but she knew that it was too long. As she considered it, she realised. It was the Tower, on Scalvoris. That was the last time they'd tromped off into the wilderness together. As they walked, she ignored completely the slight aches she felt because, frankly, her emotions totally outweighed any residual aches and pains. Jonas was looking after Zyqat, her puppy who thus far Vega had looked after exclusively. She'd told him she would, after all. But then, it had only be a few trials. Still.
"So," she said, as they walked together. "Tell me about the stormlands, then?"
As they walked, Vega noticed the marks on the floor, seeing tracks that she wasn't used to, that kind of thing. Each time, she knelt down to examine and then continued on. "So," she wondered. "Are we talkin' cannibal loincloth-wearin' tribes who wanted to give you to their women before cookin' us, or tentacle-things? What sort of level of danger are we thinkin'?"
There were vast expanses of farm lands and Vega didn't hesitate to stop and rest a while if she needed it. She did, now and then, but less than if they'd tried this even just a few trials ago. Because now, all she was doing was building up muscles, of course. Although, that too came with it's own flaws and pitfalls. "Hey, look," she said, and cartwheeled, simply because she could. "Did you see that? Huh? I was upside down an' then down'side up. Or... whatever. "
Farmlands eventually gave way to more scrublands and over in the distance there was a small woodlands. "Shall we go over that way an' set up camp?" Vega asked, glancing at him. As the breaks had gone past, she'd calmed down and stopped bouncing about but her delight at doing this, the two of them together again was evident the whole trial. It was, in many ways, the last thing which she had been unable to do. It was the last piece of the jigsaw of their shattered life. The picture had remained, they'd just needed to put the bits back together, one by one. "Oh! I signed up at a school," she said, remembering suddenly. "It's a school fer women, an' I'm gonna learn ballet. Jus' five sessions like, but still. Be good for my leg muscles." Motioning towards the woodland still a break away, at the speed they were going, she glanced back at him. "Shall we?"
Because this? How long had it been since they did this? She didn't know the numbers, but she knew that it was too long. As she considered it, she realised. It was the Tower, on Scalvoris. That was the last time they'd tromped off into the wilderness together. As they walked, she ignored completely the slight aches she felt because, frankly, her emotions totally outweighed any residual aches and pains. Jonas was looking after Zyqat, her puppy who thus far Vega had looked after exclusively. She'd told him she would, after all. But then, it had only be a few trials. Still.
"So," she said, as they walked together. "Tell me about the stormlands, then?"
As they walked, Vega noticed the marks on the floor, seeing tracks that she wasn't used to, that kind of thing. Each time, she knelt down to examine and then continued on. "So," she wondered. "Are we talkin' cannibal loincloth-wearin' tribes who wanted to give you to their women before cookin' us, or tentacle-things? What sort of level of danger are we thinkin'?"
There were vast expanses of farm lands and Vega didn't hesitate to stop and rest a while if she needed it. She did, now and then, but less than if they'd tried this even just a few trials ago. Because now, all she was doing was building up muscles, of course. Although, that too came with it's own flaws and pitfalls. "Hey, look," she said, and cartwheeled, simply because she could. "Did you see that? Huh? I was upside down an' then down'side up. Or... whatever. "
Farmlands eventually gave way to more scrublands and over in the distance there was a small woodlands. "Shall we go over that way an' set up camp?" Vega asked, glancing at him. As the breaks had gone past, she'd calmed down and stopped bouncing about but her delight at doing this, the two of them together again was evident the whole trial. It was, in many ways, the last thing which she had been unable to do. It was the last piece of the jigsaw of their shattered life. The picture had remained, they'd just needed to put the bits back together, one by one. "Oh! I signed up at a school," she said, remembering suddenly. "It's a school fer women, an' I'm gonna learn ballet. Jus' five sessions like, but still. Be good for my leg muscles." Motioning towards the woodland still a break away, at the speed they were going, she glanced back at him. "Shall we?"