[color=8dc73f]Shel Applewood[/color]

Time was passing and the grass beneath their feet was changing, but into what?

The group's conflict had not quite come to blows, though it had been close, and it seemed time to move on.  Ayana had made a good call, to Shel's reckoning at least.  As Esalia headed out toward the hill Ayana had pointed out Shel trotted away from Rintor, Numzom, and Victor/Argor.

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"I suppose it's got to be tough to be of two minds,"[/color] he stopped and called to them, [color=8dc73f]"but unless one of those minds knows what it is that is happening out here, we should probably all of us get going."[/color]

Coming up on the horse he reaches up to it, causing it to tilt it's head down, and he gives it a thorough spirited scratching.

[color=8dc73f]"No life out here, no bees on the flowers, no bugs beneath the rocks, doesn't seem like a good thing does it?  Don't think we want to be out here when whatever is happening finishes happening.  Let's get going, the sooner we get off this weird grass is the sooner we can set up camp, which is the sooner I can get a proper stew going."[/color]

The horse neighs and shifts from foot to foot, Shel reaches up to administer further scratches but it doesn't seem to be interested in his scratches any more.  He climbs up onto the carriage and looks nervously from the party to the hill Esalia is headed toward.

[color=8dc73f]"Please, can we just get going?  I don't like this and neither does our horse."[/color]