Scorching desert air cast vibrating shadows across the dusty landscape and wooden structures that made up the small trade post known as Scorpion Crossing.
Outside it’s walls were wooden dummies, all too familiar to D’ly who stood a few yalms away with a resting basket on her forearm. From under her capeline she stared at their lonesomeness.
He wasn’t there.
She inhaled deeply as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, wetting the chapped skin before letting it drag back out from between her teeth. She exhaled through her nose.
He was never there.
What was there, resting on the ground near the dummy was a crude wooden carving. It was the third one she had found in the past fortnight, alongside numerous other items; a belt, a shoe, sometimes food or a drink that her friend often forgot during, what she assumed was, his escape to avoid her.
She picked up the sad lump of wood to examine it, brushing away any grass and dirt that stuck to the rough grains with her thumb.
A tender smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she folded back the cloth that covered a half a loaf of bread and wine that sat snug in her basket. She set the carving inside; an addition to her ever growing collection in her room, back at the Driftin’ Sol.
The smile faded from her lips, as did the carving from her sight as she covered it and the other contents with the cloth. She took a quick glance at her nearby surroundings for any additional items, and found nothing more.
As she turned to start her return trip to the Goblet, her green hues passed over the ever presence Lalafell who stood atop the southern wooden structure, behind the dummies.
She never had seen the man before the month she started searching for her friend, and she made note of how he never looked directly at her. It was little actions like so that convinced her was a lookout of sorts, hired by her friend to tell him her movements.
She frowned at the thought as she made her way up the stone steps, the basket on her arm, though it weighed her chest.
Outside it’s walls were wooden dummies, all too familiar to D’ly who stood a few yalms away with a resting basket on her forearm. From under her capeline she stared at their lonesomeness.
He wasn’t there.
She inhaled deeply as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, wetting the chapped skin before letting it drag back out from between her teeth. She exhaled through her nose.
He was never there.
What was there, resting on the ground near the dummy was a crude wooden carving. It was the third one she had found in the past fortnight, alongside numerous other items; a belt, a shoe, sometimes food or a drink that her friend often forgot during, what she assumed was, his escape to avoid her.
She picked up the sad lump of wood to examine it, brushing away any grass and dirt that stuck to the rough grains with her thumb.
A tender smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she folded back the cloth that covered a half a loaf of bread and wine that sat snug in her basket. She set the carving inside; an addition to her ever growing collection in her room, back at the Driftin’ Sol.
The smile faded from her lips, as did the carving from her sight as she covered it and the other contents with the cloth. She took a quick glance at her nearby surroundings for any additional items, and found nothing more.
As she turned to start her return trip to the Goblet, her green hues passed over the ever presence Lalafell who stood atop the southern wooden structure, behind the dummies.
She never had seen the man before the month she started searching for her friend, and she made note of how he never looked directly at her. It was little actions like so that convinced her was a lookout of sorts, hired by her friend to tell him her movements.
She frowned at the thought as she made her way up the stone steps, the basket on her arm, though it weighed her chest.
