Faolan glanced over his shoulder to Lucien and nodded in agreement to his suggestion. Usually, Aurel was quite quick to decide, using the landscape as a big factor in every choice. He was glad for Lucien's input this time, as they had been on the road for several days and Faolan was looking forward to some work, but most of all a shower. They were at the tail end of a rather nasty heat wave and the days they had spent driving and camping had certainly taken its toll on the three of them.

[color=a36209]"Right it is."[/color] Faolan echoed, smiling up at Lucien before releasing the break and turning the bus onto the road to the chosen path.

It was a bright, clear day, but it was rather warm as the late-afternoon sun beat down on the metal box the three of them called home. Faolan was dressed in a tank-top and had the window down, the warm air blowing his hair back from his face as he drove them onward. The glasses he had used since Lucien bought them for him four years ago were sitting on the dash, he found them more useful at night and when he needed to see long distances, and besides, they gave him a headache if he wore them for too long.

If he had been wearing them, he may have seen the lone figure trudging along the side of the road, but alas, from here it looked like another blotch on the landscape.