He’d taken a great deal of care working his schedule so he’d have the few days needed to get his plan in order. The last thing he wanted was to head out from Kirkwall and be run down for a last minute job, word or thing to fix. No, some other fucker would have to grease up their fingers and tinker locks free for a day or so, Colt was busy and even before the sun rose he was off, attempting to make good time. It was a day's ride to the Back Water and he wanted to pick her up early to make full use of their time alone.
One pack slung over his mount had a number of items, mostly a variety of clothes, blankets, towels… an extra shirt for her to take home, the last one had likely lost his scent by now, but they could swap it on the return. His parting gift for her. The other had a tent and tarp wrapped around a small stove. That was more for an emergency and they needed to stop somewhere, either due to weather or having to take a detour that delayed them. They should be able to make the trip in a day, but Colt prepared knowing the shifting sands of things.
His final tasks were checking his weapons and then later, picking up the flowers on route, even if he hadn’t the faintest idea what the difference was. Carnations and something called Rose Lilies were handed over when he stopped half way, and Colt suddenly found himself with a problem, how was he going to ride and carry these? The blessed florist took pity, adding an extra layer of paper to cocoon them and securing the bundle to a pack. The thief could breathe a little easier the next morning when kicking the horse into a fast pace to speed him towards the Back Water.
He was letting his mare enjoy a rest the last mile, his mind often losing itself in a shifting dream and nightmare. Colt tried to put it down to nervous excitement, yet the thought of Ruth being around as he dropped by niggled at the back of his mind, teeth nibbling his lower lip. What if she didn’t want to go with him then? His shoulder jerked, face turning to look at the calm serene face of his horse. [color=#c10300]“What you think, Bessie? I like her, I think we try…”[/color] his voice trailed off, something in the distance causing his eyes to squint, clearing up the figure waiting up ahead.
That glint of silver nearly made his heart stop, his gait faltered but he tried to make it look natural… as natural as a trip could look anyway. His gaze wandered, finding her after regaining the balance and use of his limbs, Bessie meanwhile continuing to follow the track unhindered by his fumbling. Colt waited till the distanced had closed some, before shouting out to her,[color=#c10300] “I’m here for a Miss Wilhelmina? Also known as Mina. The Wee Lady. Madam Snuggler.”[/color] Colt snickered at the last one, increasing his gait some so the pair would draw up closer.
[color=#c10300]“Her Towering Knight is here… unless you're here to tell me she got better things to be doing today… like… I dunno. Latrine duty or somethin’?”[/color] Gods he hoped not, she looked too done up to wading through shit.
One pack slung over his mount had a number of items, mostly a variety of clothes, blankets, towels… an extra shirt for her to take home, the last one had likely lost his scent by now, but they could swap it on the return. His parting gift for her. The other had a tent and tarp wrapped around a small stove. That was more for an emergency and they needed to stop somewhere, either due to weather or having to take a detour that delayed them. They should be able to make the trip in a day, but Colt prepared knowing the shifting sands of things.
His final tasks were checking his weapons and then later, picking up the flowers on route, even if he hadn’t the faintest idea what the difference was. Carnations and something called Rose Lilies were handed over when he stopped half way, and Colt suddenly found himself with a problem, how was he going to ride and carry these? The blessed florist took pity, adding an extra layer of paper to cocoon them and securing the bundle to a pack. The thief could breathe a little easier the next morning when kicking the horse into a fast pace to speed him towards the Back Water.
He was letting his mare enjoy a rest the last mile, his mind often losing itself in a shifting dream and nightmare. Colt tried to put it down to nervous excitement, yet the thought of Ruth being around as he dropped by niggled at the back of his mind, teeth nibbling his lower lip. What if she didn’t want to go with him then? His shoulder jerked, face turning to look at the calm serene face of his horse. [color=#c10300]“What you think, Bessie? I like her, I think we try…”[/color] his voice trailed off, something in the distance causing his eyes to squint, clearing up the figure waiting up ahead.
That glint of silver nearly made his heart stop, his gait faltered but he tried to make it look natural… as natural as a trip could look anyway. His gaze wandered, finding her after regaining the balance and use of his limbs, Bessie meanwhile continuing to follow the track unhindered by his fumbling. Colt waited till the distanced had closed some, before shouting out to her,[color=#c10300] “I’m here for a Miss Wilhelmina? Also known as Mina. The Wee Lady. Madam Snuggler.”[/color] Colt snickered at the last one, increasing his gait some so the pair would draw up closer.
[color=#c10300]“Her Towering Knight is here… unless you're here to tell me she got better things to be doing today… like… I dunno. Latrine duty or somethin’?”[/color] Gods he hoped not, she looked too done up to wading through shit.
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