"Ah, it's been so long since I've ridden one of these things, my backside isn't used to it," Fretly moaned as he shifted from cheek to cheek on the back of his igwaza.
"At least you knew what to expect," snapped Dashyl. "Both my legs are numb, but my feet are swollen and throbbing." Dashyl let out a loud, fake sob.
"Hush, you two," Soern growled at them. "Even though we are on a road, we are in the wild. You never know what could be lurking among the trees."
"Like what, vaygr" Dashyl asked, his eyes growing big. He had never seen a vaygr in the wild, but he knew they could be vicious and deadly if encountered.
"Perhaps. To our luck, vaygr don't hunt much on the Tournament Plains, they are too exposed to large mob kilwings that patrol the skies over the plains, especially here in the northern end."
Fretly scowled. "Those flying carapids? I've heard that the larger ones will kill and attack vaygr. Would they attack us?"
"No, as long as we stay in a group, the mob kilwings won't bother us. It's the razorwigs I'm worried about," Soern admitted.
"What are those, they sound icky," asked Dashyl, crinkling his nose.
Soern stopped his igwaza and the other two stopped behind him. He turned around on his mount and said, "We're in the late days of the Forlan cycle, soon the Blossoming will be turning to the Reaping. During the Senna cycle, razorwigs will begin to cross the plains in great swarms. One does not want to be in the path of a razorwig swarm. Right now, they are feeding on the new growth of these woods. If we disturb them, they could decide to take flight and swarm early."
"Why don't we want to be in a razorwig swarm," asked Dashyl.
"Because...just trust me," Soern said as he nudged his igwaza onward. "We'll be clear of the trees very soon and drop down to the plains. We'll stop to rest and eat at the tree line. We can scout the plains from the high ground to see if we spot anything unpleasant and prepare for it."
Dashyl and Fretly exchanged glances and then both grimaced, their current pain interrupting any fear of a gruesome future fate.
"At least you knew what to expect," snapped Dashyl. "Both my legs are numb, but my feet are swollen and throbbing." Dashyl let out a loud, fake sob.
"Hush, you two," Soern growled at them. "Even though we are on a road, we are in the wild. You never know what could be lurking among the trees."
"Like what, vaygr" Dashyl asked, his eyes growing big. He had never seen a vaygr in the wild, but he knew they could be vicious and deadly if encountered.
"Perhaps. To our luck, vaygr don't hunt much on the Tournament Plains, they are too exposed to large mob kilwings that patrol the skies over the plains, especially here in the northern end."
Fretly scowled. "Those flying carapids? I've heard that the larger ones will kill and attack vaygr. Would they attack us?"
"No, as long as we stay in a group, the mob kilwings won't bother us. It's the razorwigs I'm worried about," Soern admitted.
"What are those, they sound icky," asked Dashyl, crinkling his nose.
Soern stopped his igwaza and the other two stopped behind him. He turned around on his mount and said, "We're in the late days of the Forlan cycle, soon the Blossoming will be turning to the Reaping. During the Senna cycle, razorwigs will begin to cross the plains in great swarms. One does not want to be in the path of a razorwig swarm. Right now, they are feeding on the new growth of these woods. If we disturb them, they could decide to take flight and swarm early."
"Why don't we want to be in a razorwig swarm," asked Dashyl.
"Because...just trust me," Soern said as he nudged his igwaza onward. "We'll be clear of the trees very soon and drop down to the plains. We'll stop to rest and eat at the tree line. We can scout the plains from the high ground to see if we spot anything unpleasant and prepare for it."
Dashyl and Fretly exchanged glances and then both grimaced, their current pain interrupting any fear of a gruesome future fate.
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