"Not everything, you have your memory of them," Harrison said. "I don't even have that. I was seven when everyone but my sister died. I barely remember anything." He looked away from Cedany and stood. He merged back into the traveling merchants. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't want to be around Cedany anymore. She hated him, just like everyone else, and he needed to get away.
Cedany waited for him to get ahead, anger and despair warring inside of her. After he was well ahead, She started walking again, staying on the same road but at the same time away from him. "At least you had a sister." She muttered under her breath, knowing he couldn't hear.
As the dirt path continued, there were a few other paths branching off. Each branch, a few merchants left the caravan. At one point, Harrison got bored of traveling the one path, so he took the next one off not knowing where it led. As long as it didn't lead back to the castle he was fine.
Cedany mostly went straight, ignoring the forks in the road. She didn't want to get lost, or worse, end up turned around. She picked up her pace as the sky grew darker, wanting to get as far away from the city as she could before the soldiers realized that they weren't within the walls anymore. At the thought, she sped up even more, and finally took a fork that went right, towards the mountains. Maybe she could hide there.
The path led to a deep valley with a wide river. He checked behind him and he was alone. The girl was gone--good riddance-- he thought. He didn't want her pure loathing of him to stick around. Though, as the sky grew dark the loneliness crept up. He slept in the night's heat on top of a rock. He drank the fresh river water and even managed to catch a fairly good fish which he cooked a little too much and washed down with water.
The merchants and travelers had all gone their seperate ways, and only once Cedany was alone did she let the tears fall. She was hopeless. She didn't know anything about living in the wilderness. She'd never needed to learn how to hunt or anything.
Unable to make herself stop for the night, she kept walking and walking until she physically couldn't walk any longer. She stopped at a tree and leaned her back against it, on the side facing away from the road, just in case anyone came along. Crying silently, she finally fell asleep.
Harrison woke the next morning with splashing from the river. He wiped the water from his face and stood. He stretched, cracking his knuckles and his back. Then, somewhere in the distance, he heard the sound of a dog barking. He couldn't determine how close or far the dog was but he made no attempt to determine that either. He jumped from his rock into the water. It was low drop and the water was deep. The ice water rushed around his biceps, freezing him outside in.
Cedany woke up just a couple hours after dozing off, her back stiff from sleeping upright. She stood slowly, stretching out the kinks. Her stomach growled loudly, but she ignored it. She had nothing to fill it with, and there was no time to look. The faster she got the the mountains, the better.
She kept walking along the road, but stayed in the trees just in case anyone passed by. Very distantly, she thought she heard a dog bark. Picking up the pace, she fell into a steady jog, ready to climb a tree at a moments notice.
Harrison sloshed up the river, stumbling a few times but othewise having a smoothe journey. Like any normal river, it branched off into many streams Harrison sloshed toward the nearest headed up the mountain. When the water lowered to his calves, Harrison wrung out his sodden shirt and dried in the sun as he walked. He was thin but muscular, and worn with years of struggle. He had scars on his chest, stomach, and back that were noticable but outshined by his sturdy build and handsomeness.
Unable to stay in the woods and follow the road at the same time, Cedany went deeper into the woods. As long as she kept the mountains ahead of her, she figured, she wouldn't get lost. Probably.
The babble of a stream reached her ears, and she stopped for a drink at the shallow water. She splashed some across her sweaty face before straightening and stepping over it. The sounds of the dogs had faded away, and she hoped they had gone a different direction. Or maybe they were someone's pets, and not chasing her at all.
Harrison waded up the stream and stopped short. He considered turning around and going back the way he came, for Cedany had yet to notice him. He also considered calling her to him and making her journey with him in the water. The barks had faded, but he feared maybe they caught his scent before he waded into the river. The guards are not stupid. They would follow the river up. Maybe they would find the stream he wandered, maybe not. The question was, could he live with himself if he let the girl die on her own. He didn't want to kill her before unless he had to, he almost got her killed in the kingdom, maybe it was best to just leave her be.
Harison turned and wandered back down the stream. There were others leading up the other mountains where he was sure the girl would not go, for she would have to cross the river.
Cedany, keeping her eyes downward as she jogged so she wouldn't trip over anything, didn't see Harrison. The mountains were probably at least two days away, and she didn't want to risk having to hike on a twisted ankle.
((Is this supposed to be a romance? I'm sorry but it feels like nothing has happened and it's a little boring))
Harrison waded across the river and up a different stream. The sound of the dogs barking grew closer. He knew the dogs were on Cedany's trail because he'd left none since his camp sight. He bolted back down that stream and up the one he'd gone before. "Cedany!" he called out anxiously. "If you can hear me, get in the water!"
((It can be, and I was thinking it probably would be eventually. But romances don't happen overnight, especially not in these curmunstances.))
Cedany's head snapped up at the voice, and a little part of her groaned at the thought. She was already cold and tired, and weighing herself down with sodden skirts wasn't going to help that. But Harrison sounded like he knew what he was doing, and the barking had grown louder. She thought she could hear a shout or two, too.
She got into the water, not really knowing why as she followed the stream uphill, running as fast as she could against the current.
Harrison bolted up the stream. He wasn't sure if she'd heard so he called out again. After about a half hour of running full speed he caught u with Cedany. He wasn't sure if she knew he was behind her so he called out. "We need to get to high ground. The farther up we can get the better chance we have of finding a safe place to go," he said.
"Why is higher safer?" Cedany asked, slightly out of breath from struggling against gravity and the weight of her skirt.
Harrison huffed. "If we get to the to of the mountain we can see everything below," he explained, "that way we can find a rout to a new place. Also it will slow down those searching for us." Harrison caught up and was now running beside her. He looked at her sadly.
"Don't take this the wrong way," he panted, "but that needs to come off." He points tiredly to Cedany's heavily soaked skirt.
Cedany blinked at him, too shocked to say anything at first. A woman even showing her ankles was indecent and shameful. Sure, she'd gone around the farm wearing breeches before, but not when anyone was around!
And it wasn't even like she could take the skirt off without damaging it, unless she took her whole dress off. If they were caught, she'd probably die of embarrasment before they could execute her, especially with Harrison's state of undress. They'd think they'd been up to something.
"I can manage." She protested, speeding up a little as if to prove it, and consequently tripping over her skirt hem and crashed headlong into the stream.
Harrison rushed to Cedany's side and helped her up by her arm. "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot. I know you hate me, and frankly I'm not so fond of you, but I'm trying to keep you alive and do one thing right in my life. I could have left you out here with the dogs coming and the elements, but I came back for you. If you don't want my help then get out of my way," Harrison growled. He shoved past Cedany and continued up hill.
Cedany glared at his back and hiked her sodden skirts up. She couldn't very well take it off without stopping or cutting it, and she didn't have a knife, so this would have to do. It did help, though she was slightly nervous that someone would see.
She realized how ridiculous she was being. What did it really matter, if someone saw her knees? The only people around to see were criminals and people who wanted her dead.
"I don't hate you," Cedany puffed, a little out of breath. "It's more of a strong dislike."