Tholme remained silent for a few more steps before she stopped quickly and looked around, her eyes scanning the forest as they had been doing for the past hour. Satisfied that she spotted no one, she walked over to a large stone next to a tree and sat down on it. She took her napsack from her back and opened it up, pulling out a bundle of dried bread and meat.
"Might as well take a break and eat while I tell you" She murmered, quickly unsheathing one of her knives and cutting two small portions of the food in her lap. She handed one to Miriam.
"The rebells have heard of a new position opening up in the castle" She began, folding the cloth with their food in it back into it's packaged form and slipping it into her backpack. "The king is looking for an assasin, and the rebell camps have gotten word of it." She began to carefully, almost lovingly, clean her dagger on her trousers. "They'ed be close to the king, or at least those he chooses to give the orders. It's the first oportunity we've gotten to get this close to the king. But no one wants to take it."
She ran the tip of her blade over her hand, feeling it's sharpened edge dangerously dancing over her calloused flesh. "They'd have to kill. Anyone the king requested, be it rebell or not. And they'd have to put on a convincing enough ploy to not be killed on the spot." She looked up at Miriam.
"My mission is to get this position through any means nessisary. You're going to be posing as my sister"
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If it'd been any lighter out Tholme would've seen all the color drain from Mir's face. Mir ran her hand through her hair nervously. She kept her breath calm though, not wanting to give away how freake dout she was,
"Oh...as your sister would I too be an assassain?" she asked,
"Or would I go in to apply for a different job?" she asked.
Calm down, Miriam, calm down. It's been what? 5 years since you've been there. Theyw on't recognize you, you didn't wear the mas while you were there, you've grown, changed. Everything will be fine. She thought, she kept telling herself everything would be OK. Mir breathed slowly, she took the food from Tholme and satrted to nible on it, looking around to make sure no one or nothing would sneak up on them.
Tholme concidered Mir's questions. "I guess that up to you" She replied. "I asume that the king wouldnt stop his assasin from having an assistant." She felt weary. She knew that Mir was no coward, and that she had no problem killing, but would he be ready to face killing innocent people in the name of the crown? Tholme didn't she if she herself was ready for that.
"If you dont wasnt to assist, I see no problem with you getting another job in the castle, or even in the city surounding." She flicked her knife back into it's sheath and stood, brushing the crumbs from her skirt. "We should start up again, trouble comes to those who wait"
"I'll be your assisstant." Mir decided, the kitchens taff or other caste staff were more likely tor ecognize her than the king who rarely even ooked at her when she did her work around the cast;le as a child.
Mir followed Tholme after checking the ground for anything that could show they were there, there were some crumbs which she picke dup and scattered all around so they culdn't be seen, the birds would eat them soon anyway.
Mir walked in silence next to Tholme, she looked calm on the outside but on the isndie she was very close to panic, should she tell Tholme her secret now so no one else who might recognize her could tell Tholme? No, then Tholme wouldn't trust her for keeping the secret in the first place and then becuase she was a reletive of the king, and a dughter no less.
After a few hours of walking in relative silence, broken only by the rustle of the woods arounds them, the sun began to rise. Tholme knew tha soon they would be nearin the next encampment. She debated whether to stop and rest for the day and set out that night, or coninue. If they didn't stop they should be able to reach the city surrounding the castle by nightfall.
"Miriam" She spoke, the first words theyd exchanged sense dinner the night before. "Do you need to stop? We can rest at the next encampment." Though Tholme herself could feel the fatigue of traveling all night, the growing apprehension in the pit of her stomach would have kept her awake regardless. She wasn't looking forward to their mission, and she wondered what problems being so close to their enemy could bring.
Miriam looked at Tholme, in the rising light she could tell Tholme was tired, probably very apprehensive too.
"Let's rest, we need to be fully awake to interview for teh job." she said. She looked around and found some trees that had roots, und erthe roots ha dbeen dug out by some animal though so it looke dlike a structure.
"Over tehre." she siad, walking over and crawling into a larg root-house.
Tholme shook her head in amusment, crawling into the space beneath the roots behind Miriam. This close to one of the rebell encampment Tholme felt safe enough to not need to check her surroudings. IF she listened very closely she could even hear the sounds of day to day life.
Once in the small space Tholme unslung her bag from her shoulders and placed it on her ground before settling herself beside it, leaning up against the wall of dirt. She watch Miriam. She thought perhapse that she looked a bit worried, maybe slightly pale. "Are you okay with going to the capitol?" Tholme voiced, she hadn't even given concideration to what Miriam would think of this mission. The ones she usualy went on didn't put them in as much danger, at least sense miriam had been wth her.
Miriam looked at Tholme, she ran a ahnd through her hair as if to straighten it,
"It's the capitol, Tholme, 'course I'm a little nervous about it, who wouldn't? Law abidding citizens get nervous going to the cpitl and we are far what s considered law-abdding." Miriam siad, covering for herself with a reasonable, slightly true story.
Miriam rested against the dirt,
"You take first watch." she siad instead of asking as she starte dto fall into a light sleep,
"Wake me in an hour or so." she added.
Tholme sighed and scooted towards the opening so she could see out into the surounding forest. In some way she was slightly glad Miriam had insisted she take first watch, if she'd tried to sleep she knew she would have done nothing but toss and turn, last time she'd been near the capitol was not a pleasent memory fo rher to say the least.
Deciding to try and tire herself out while getting some practice durring her watch, Tholme crawled out from the root stucture, casting her eyes around the forest before standing fully. She dropped into a crouch and spun around, picking a nearby tree as her target. With a flick of her wrists her knives glided gently into her waiting hands, before being trown towards her target, piercing into the tree bark.
She continued practicing, dropping into a roll, grabbing the knife from her boots and coming up in an arch. Moving with her deadly weapons she felt exilerated, and some of the aprehesion she felt began to melt away into nothing as she focused on nothing but the way she and her weapons moved.
Sudnly, she heard the sound of a breaking branch of to her right. Tholme froze, dropping lower and backing up against their root srtucture. She knw they were near a camp, but she didn't know what she had heard exactly, and she couldn't see anything. She scanned the area one last time before quickly crawling into their structure to wake Miriam.
Mir awoke before Tholme even touched her,s he slept lightly and the sound that had startled Thome had made her stir, Tholme crawling into the root structure had made her fully awake. She sat up,
"Go to sleep, I'll make you in an hour or two and we'll satrt off again." she siad, climbing out of teh structure to stand watch.
Mir was only allowed four hours of sleep for both of them conbined, two hours each, after all they had to get to the cpitol in time. She and Tholme were used to going a long time without sleep becuase of missions they did, traveling at night and hiding or working during the day. Mir had gone days without sleep sometimes so two hours was almost a luxury for her.
Tholme watched Mir leave before she settled against the dirt wall, propping her feet on top of her bag. After her work out her body felt tired enough that she began to doze lightly, her mind at ease enough to actualy let her sleep. That in itself was rare, even this briefe doze. Durring her years in the field running the odd missions no one would take, Tholme could function on almost no sleep for days. And those times she could sleep in peace she was often restless, unable to truly feel safe enough to succumb.
Sitting in their root stucture, Miriam keeping gaurd, Tholme felt secure for some reason. Just as she drifted off, she relized that it was due to the fact she was becoming comfortable with Miriams prescence.
Mir was tense her whole watch, she heard all the noises of nature and would reach for her weapon if something didn't sound right, but they weren't attacked for her whole watch.
Mir slid into the root structure and gently shook Tholme,
"We have to move." she whispered. She wasn't sure why she whispered, there wans't anyone out here that they knew of, but it still seemed right to whipser.
When Miriams hand came into contact with Tholme's shoulder she jerked awake, opening her eyes and hearing Miriam whisper that it ws time to move. She got to her feet, ther strange sensation left after sleeping soundly fading away. "Did you see anyone?" She whispered back, shoulder her bag and peaking out the door, one of her knives ready in her hand,
Miriam shook her head,
"No." she reported simply. She crawled out of teh structure and stood up, brushing her knees off to get the dirt off,
"We have a couple horus worth of walking let's go." she siad,
"We'll at least split that time in half if we run, we know thr oute so need to worry about tripping and breaking things." she stated, stretching her small cramped legs.
Tholme nodded in agreement. "If we'de walked through out we'de have been there by nightfall, running'll make up for our rest." Tholme bent in half, reaching to touch the ground and stretch out her legs before standing.
"Lets go" She took off without waiting for Miriam, her legs falling easily into the slightly faster pace she set. If they continued at a run for even a few hours they woulld make up for their lost time. Her bag thumped comfortingly between her shoulders and her feet moved making almost no noise. The thirll of running was almost as great as fighting, almost but not quite. An idea suddenly occured to Tholme and she looked over her shoulder. "Want to race?" She yelled out, sending Miriam a sly grin.
Miriam was running just behind Tholme, she rose an eye brow at Tholme's request speeding up to catch up with her,
"Sure thing." she said and she started to run hard, she guesse dthey had around an hour of running a head to reach where they neede dto be, or at least partw ay there. They'd reach a small town where they'd pick up supplies and then it was another two-four hours depending on their pace from there.
Mir grinning as she ran up hill, dodging the roots and ducking the branches, she love dto run, she loved the trill of her burning lungs, aching legs, the sweat that would drip of her face whens he ran, the way her clothe sand hair would stick to her like it was raining. She love dtehw armth that spread over her whole body as she ran.
Miriam sped past Tholme and she grinned, a determined glint in her eye. She pushed harder, her legs moving faster and faster, the forest a blur. She caught up, now running beside Miriam, and she laughed, enjoyng herself and the feeling of almost flying. She forgot that her destination for the moment and just ran.
Mir dashed down the small hill, she turned so that hey weren't on the road but ran paralle to it, they would stay 'invisible' as long as possible. Tholme was keeping stride with Mir right now, who was pushing her pace faster, she knew she couldn't get much faster, she was pretty much at her top pace now, at least if she wanted to run the whole way. They'd break in the town which was probably about 30-45 minutes away now.
They reached the town within the hour and in the far distance Tholme could see the castle, looming in the distance. As they entered the city Tholme saw that it was falling apart, no longer was it the great city it once had been. The houses were run down and many people were out on the streets, which themselves were dirty and grimy. Though the state had been bad last time she'd been here, the conditions seemed like it was doing nothing but getting worse.
As they walked through the crowd of people Tholme kept a close check on her bag, and a firm grip on one of her knives tucked up in her sleeve. They oulnd their way though the city heading towards the castle. This is it Tholme though, glancing up at the it's looming figure. "Remeber" She said, glancing at Miriam "We are supporters of the king, we love him and agree with everything he says. " She allowed a grimace of discust to cross her face. "We're just his weapons"