Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171118191603

(Assuming Pat did the same...)

Once everyone has mounted, Azarias whistles and all the horses break into a trot, then a gallop. Behind them, smoke rises in great billowing clouds from Vyngard.

'Well,' Azarias shouts. 'That didn't go as planned!'

--

Seven hours later, night is on them and the horses are tired from the journey, so Azarias calls for them to halt in a copse of trees to spend the night in an abandoned farmhouse. It appears to have been occupied by troops at some point, and the owners are either dead or have yet to return. About two hours later, another horse rides in, and Kurenai stumbles into the doorway, pale and trembling. Azarias gently sets her by the fireplace, where he had gotten a fire going.

'Idiot, using your Noble Art like that without anyone to back you up.' he murmurs, and she smiles weakly.

'At least I can actually stand after using mine.' she whispers, and he sighs before turning to the rest of the group. 'You had better get some rest; we push on in the morning. We aren't out of it yet, not by a long shot.'