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The wagon moved forward steadily, rumbling down the path. I had all but come accustomed to this feeling.

Soon the sound of running water filled my ears and I was where I knew we needed to be. The River Belle.

I yelled to Mares, and he bolted upright in the back. His face was still marked with the impression of the pillow.

"could you be any louder?" he yawned. I chuckled.
"Well.. How are we gonna do this Mares?"
"Wha?"
"The girl."

It was going to be an inescapable fact. The crystal in the chalice was the only way to survive in the miasma. We can't leave without it and we can't leave without taking the chalice. He tapped his head like as to say "duh stupid." "You're carrying her."

I almost blushed, then i snapped back into...uh...non-sissy mode. "Psh not like you could carry her anyways wussy." He made a face than disappeared into the wagon. I silently celebrated my small victory.
He came back in his hide skin jacket. It was brown fringed with what i thought looked like wolf fur. Being a Selkie, his parents had been nomadic hunters. All his equipment was made with some kind of animal skin. He then flipped his tribe paddle onto his back.
It was quite interesting actually. The leather was covered with intricate patterns and symbols, each one signified some kind of achievement in Mares training. Feathers stuck out from the top with beads hanging from those. Once you could see all that you realized why he was on a caravan in the first place. He was a prodigy.
We hid the Pac-mu as discreetly as we could, making sure it wouldn't be stolen. "shh buddy, take a nap" i cooed to the Pac-mu. The Pac-mu shuddered a little bit at the thought of being left alone but eventually settled. Then I tied the reins around the nearest tree.

"still can't get over that weird thing with animals" I turned around and Mares was watching

He then threw me my pack. It rattled as I sat it to the ground. I pulled out my copper sword, grimacing as I saw some rust building at the hilt. "You and your antiques" he laughed going back into the wagon. I cursed at him under my breath as i pulled out my leather shield fastening it to my arm. He came back carrying the girl wedding style. (cringe)

He set the girl down. He took my sword and slung it over his back with his paddle throwing my now empty pack into the wagon. I took the girl onto my back.

His pack that was located next to his weapons bulged, slightly over-filled. The tie allowed for the crystal portion of the chalice to stick out, clearing the miasma.

and then we were off.