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by Arcaii » Mon Oct 12, 2015 4:04 am
Choices:
1: The mark
2: What happened
3: The culture
4: The mark
5: The mark
6: The mark
7: The mark
Roll says... 2: What happened.
"What happened to all of it?" you ask, certain you're about to tread on thin ice. "All of that history doesn't go away like that, right?"
Laurel doesn't answer right away - instead, he moves his eyes to your stump, with a faraway expression. Your eyes widen in a delayed realization.
"When they poured tar over the old paths, no one thought much of it," he murmurs. His voice sounds...different, somehow. "But then cars started killing cats left and right, and humans cut down a lot of the landmarks. Even the most hardened nomads were afraid to visit friends a few miles away. Mothers eventually started teaching their kits to stay home and away from the roads. It only took a year before the nomad life fell apart."
You tilt your head in sympathy. "How long ago was this?"
"You'd probably be the second generation since its downfall." Laurel sighs. "I'd give anything to experience the whole thing, in all its glory."
There's a few moments of silence between the two of you. You're not sure what to say, and Laurel is lost in thought. You can practically see him tracing over all the paths he's been told about in his mind's eye.
After a while, Laurel blinks and focuses back on you. "I hope I didn't frighten you with all that. I'm sure the old caravan in the glen is still up. And you know by now how to watch for cars, right?"
I did learn the hard way.
You didn't frighten me.
Any tips for the road?
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