Crag led her and the horse over to a thick tree, head hung low as the rain fell down, running over his skin. He sat down heavily at th base of the tree, guiding Mara to do the same. He closed his eyes a moment, broad shoulders slumping down.
"Home..." Crag muttered absently, eyes still closed. He cracked his eyes open for a moment to look sadly at Mara. "Home is gone." He said in his rusty tone.
"I-It's gone." Crag said, feeling his voice break as he spoke. He watched Mara with genuine sorrow in his eyes. He felt a lump grow in his throat.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered sadly, reaching to pull her into his arms. He felt his heart wrench in his chest.
Crag swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump that had built in his throat. The way Mara curled against his chest...It was exactly the way his boy used to, curling up tightly when nightmares made him cry.
Crag hesitantly put a hand on top of Mara's head, awkwardly petting her hair as she slept. The lump wouldn't go away. IT got even bigger as he sat there with her curled up on his chest.
Crag felt her tense and twitch on his chest. He held her tighter, pressing his lips together hard.
"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here." He soothed quietly, his voice gruff and rusty yet tender.
((Sure. How far?))
((Hm...How does daytime sound? I dunno...))
((Right then. ))
Crag opened his eyes, blinking slowly, tiredly. His body felt stiff and sore, and his clothes were wet and cold from the rain. He sat still, just holing Mara in his arms.
Crag groaned softly as he started to sit up. His muscles were sore and stiff and knotted. He tried to ignore it as he reluctantly straightened up.
Crag glanced down at Mara. He was silent and steady, just staring at the fragile little girl for a moment.
"Stay...Stay still for a moment." He finally rasped, reaching for his pouch. He passed her her stick and pulled the little boots out of his pouch. "I have some shoes for you." He said, crouching down beside her.
Crag carefully guided Mara to sit down. He started to pull the mostly dry shoes onto her tiny feet, deftly tying the tiny leather laces.
"Do they fit alright?" He asked hoarsely.
Crag reached out to take her hand in his. He blinked tiredly and shuffled slowly. There was a slightly defeated slump to his shoulders.
But only slightly.
Crag walked slowly, oh so slowly. Mostly so he didn't leave Mara behind, and partly because he felt so tired. He glanced around, searching for the horse among the trees. It grazed a few feet off. He didn't make a move for it. He just kept walking with Mara.
(Sorry to interrupt; I just want to say that out of pure curiosity, LastDragon, I was forced to come in and read the plot description. And I though it was an awesome story. If you ever decide to make this story availible on here, I'd love to read it! <3 Princess =D)
((Aw, thanks. ^-^))
Crag walked with heavy, weary footsteps. But it made his chest feel lighter when he saw that Mara was feeling a little better. He didn't let go of her hand. He kept gently guiding her along. The horse started to follow them after a while, but he didn't pay it any mind. He walked on in slow, brooding silence, trying to plan their next move.
Crag took a deep breath. The options he was calculating didn't look good, not at all. If they went south, they would be in goblin territory and break the treaty. North was where the war was thickest, and west was nothing but wilderness. There was no where he could go, no place he could turn to. They had no supplies and only a stolen horse to travel with. There was no where...No where but...
Crag's stomach clenched almost painfully as he thought of one last option, the one he wanted to avoid.
"Mara..." Crag started slowly, reluctantly. He didn't want to do this, to say this. But he had to. He slowed down even more, almost stopping but not quite. "I think...I think we need to talk."