The Fools and the Song of the Forgotten Realm (Flame/Vio) Jul 23, 2019 23:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Jul 23, 2019 23:04:00 GMT -5
"Over, under, pull it tight,
Make a bow, pull it through to do it right"
Shoe laces wrapped about pulling tight in a knot. A second pull made the laces taught hanging like bunny ears. "Hehe" The owner of the shoes looked up stepping back from the wooden crate she'd been leaning on she stood tall at a measly 5'5". The boot fell in line with another boot with its own bouncy loops.
"Hmm, now then where was I heading again ..." Her voice questioned as she reached into the breast pocket of her button-up. Delicate fingers pinched out a folded piece of paper, careful movements opened the two folds of it to reveal a poorly drawn map. A long dotted path with a few random landmarks lacked all the details one might expect. Shaking her head with a sigh she tucked it back in. Bending down she reached down for a travel-sack that lay on the ground beside her. With a quick practiced movement she slung it over her back.
The sack slung over and hit her back with a bit of a thud. Wincing she stepped out of the shade of the overhanging leafy roofing. Standing a moment in the sun displeasure quickly spread across her face. Filiya frowned reaching up to pull her aviator goggles off of her eyes letting them instead fall around her neck. Then squinting she made a visor of her left hand looking back and forth down the 'road' in this shanty town encampment.
The point of a finger hit her shoulder from behind. Surprised she jumped on her feet turning about to see a leatherbound gruff man with a jovial smile on his face. "You lost little lady? Looking for some directions?"
He shouldered a long rifle on his back, he had the look of the usual folk of this base. In her short time here she'd found the treasure hunters of the Desperadoes organization to be an interesting bunch. Their makeshift camps built up on trade routes through their island of Aria were a unique experience, if a little underdeveloped to say the least, they were in their own way quite functional, that at least she could admire. The other thing of theirs she agreed with was the utilitarian style of dress which she matched with her own button up shirt and cargo pants.
"Actually yes." She said with a smile happy to find a pleasant fellow. "I'm looking to join with Arizona Davis and their expedition."
The man was about to say something before pausing to take a double take at Filiya. "They're meeting up near the cantina on the western edge of the camp. Near the jungle's edge. Go down thattaway and then take the ... thir- fourth right. Got it?" He stopped talking. Making a quick note in her head she nodded back to him. The man took another look at her. "You've got some fire in you to hang with that one. Good luck missy."
"Thanks." She said, self-consciously she drew a hand through her own fiery hair before waving him off as he started to walk off. Then turning she too went on her way.
The cantina itself was barely worth calling that. Wooden chairs and tables were half built in a semicircle shaded by long branches- No. They were roots connected by wide leaves and wooden planks to provide that shade. The roots drew towards a centered area around a massive hollowed-out tree trunk. Within the trunk a stone furnace and what seemed to be what could be considered a kitchen were embedded into it. There in the cantina a group of weirdos gathered.
She paused looking at them in the distance. What an interesting group.