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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 3:03 am
She'd ridden out with no real goal in mind; the voice in her head had just screamed for her to get out of there. Truth be told, Kite had never been this far out of Sweetwater, had never had a reason to leave.. the town, and her Pa.
He was surely waiting for her at home, wanting his dinner, if he hadn't already drunk himself into another stupor.
Sunset flamed across the skies as Saltine slowed to a stop at her command. They wouldn't stop for long - Kite had no idea if it was safe out here, and they didn't have camping supplies, much less.. well, they didn't have anything between them but a horse, a gun, a knife, and.. a pie server. And yet, there was something nice about this place at this moment. Peace and quiet, at last, however short-lived it might be.
"You did good out there," Kite murmured softly, in reply. There was an edge to Tria's voice that, along with the way the other girl was gripping her shirt tightly, betrayed the fear under that arrogant facade. She couldn't help but find that adorable. This tiny little mouse of a girl was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure. There was more to her than met the eye.
With a wince, Kite turned to look at her partner in crime.. uh, bandit burning, who was holding out a piece of tattered cloth, green eyes wide, watching her. All of a sudden her heart was beating quicker, and her face felt a little warm. Was it fever from the gunshot wound? Ugh.
"She weren't my friend." That wasn't technically a lie.
"I don't really.. have friends. I guess she was a good woman, though." Snatching the cloth out of Tria's hands, Kite turned back and clumsily attempted to wind it around her injured shoulder. It was awkward, to say the least; and in the end, she gave up and left it as it was -- messy and ineffective.
Behind them, the sun was setting rapidly.
"There's a town I've heard is somewhere up north. Annville. It's not long from here, I don't think, but we'd best get a move on if we want to reach there by nightfall."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 10:29 pm
Tria's hands automatically knocked Kite's fumbling attempts at bandaging her wound away. "Let me get that for you--" She chattered on inanely, working quickly behind Kite's back. "It's a through-and-through; at least you don't have to worry about digging a bullet out of there.." Without changing the affect of her voice, she quietly twisted open a flask of whiskey
"Maybe you're not good at recognizing friends. Mrs. Washburne certainly seemed to think you were more like her daughter than her friend--" and liberally poured the alcohol directly over the the bloody wound. She raised her voice to both cover Kite's sudden loud hiss and distract her from the pain, "Besides, it's already almost dark, we're not getting to Annville any time soon." Tria perfunctly tied off the bandage. "Especially if we avoid the roads."
She left more bandit attacks unspoken. If Kite hadn't considered the possibility already, Tria's definitely not going to give her the idea.
Tria brushed her riding pants off as she stood up. "Well, no point putting it off. Lead the way to Annville."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 2:05 am
Their trip would be quiet for a smaller, indeterminate moment of time before a gunshot rant out in the distant. It was accompanied by nothing else but that, and then a single horse running their direction and then away from them, riderless.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 4:43 am
"Goddamnit, woman!" That was as much as Tria was going to get in the way of appreciation. Grimacing, Kite clenched her hands into fists, her own nails biting into her palms in an attempt to cope with the stinging of the alcohol. At least, when the bandage was tied off properly, it hurt a little less - but it did still hurt.
"You don't even know how fast Saltine runs," Kite argued. And you don't even know the way to the next town, not really, she chided herself mentally. Best not, uh, say anything 'bout that.
They took off, heading due north. It was comfortable, despite the silence, the lack of chatter; she didn't feel particularly up for conversation anyway. If not for the pair of arms tightly wrapped around her, clinging on for dear life, it was almost as if she was a child again, racing across the plains.
The unmistakeable sound of a gunshot shattered her comfortable silence, and Kite groaned at the thought of even more trouble before the day was out. Saltine was urged ahead, even quicker - if they could just avoid whatever this trouble was, if they could just get to town, they'd be safe for the night, and able to restock on supplies in the morning.
As luck would have it, trouble came running straight at them in the form of a terrified horse, spooking Saltine, who'd reared up in fear and almost thrown them off. The other horse, now even more terrified, dashed away again in another direction.
They circled for a moment, until Saltine had calmed down. There was no choice but to press on, but the last vestiges of sunlight were fading away, and the strange, riderless horse had come from directly ahead of them. It no longer seemed like a good idea to go that way.
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