He gives it the barest of touches and yelps. An exaggeration by a fearful child, perhaps, but it's clear to see that he won't be getting back in the caravan whichever route he took to get up to the roof in the first place.

"Ma's down there," he says, pointing at a hatch further down the roof of the caravan that is propped open. "But I don't think I could get down again on me own."

Its alright for a stocky Dwarf who's balance greatly excedes your own, and Skywhisper who can grip on with his talons, but by judging from the unpredictable motions of the caravan as it passes over dips and bumps you can't see a way that an Elf like yourself could possibly move along the roof while the whole thing is moving.

He jumps at the contact before settling down again, the little smile on his face telling you he enjoys the attention. Crimson huffs in outrage and starts tugging on his ear. "C'mooooon," she whines.

Eventually he lets up and gives a mock growl, humour in his eyes, and she chases him from the tent barking playfully. They'll probably end up play-fighting again, but that's just what pups do.

(Depends if you get caught or not :P)

"Pfft," he snorts, anticipation in his gaze. "I don't even know what the first part means."

He takes a second to nip over to the fire and stock it up with some more firewood, as if to make sure Balthur wont wake before you're back because of the cold.

"We've not got long. The sun will rise soon and some people are sure to be up early."

It squints, confused, and that merely fuels its fear. It takes a few more steps back and growls some more. You'll have to try harder to gain its trust before getting near it.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=115#1147 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 10/13/2019 at 3:42 PM It's been a long time since you were last here, when you were but an eager Elf wishing only to help those in need, but it seems as if you've never left. Elvenor stretches out before you, the same people with the same problems they always had. Standing in the bustling marketplace, many tasks and quests are waiting to be found. How shall you start?

(Brazentalons is a male)

I put on a determined smile, believing that I could help those people. First, I had to help myself right now. I pet the feathers on Brazentalonss neck. "Lets go get you some food," I said. I walk around the marketplace, trying to find a food stall that was selling griffin feed.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=116#1151 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 10/14/2019 at 5:30 AM He gives it the barest of touches and yelps. An exaggeration by a fearful child, perhaps, but it's clear to see that he won't be getting back in the caravan whichever route he took to get up to the roof in the first place. "Ma's down there," he says, pointing at a hatch further down the roof of the caravan that is propped open. "But I don't think I could get down again on me own." Its alright for a stocky Dwarf who's balance greatly excedes your own, and Skywhisper who can grip on with his talons, but by judging from the unpredictable motions of the caravan as it passes over dips and bumps you can't see a way that an Elf like yourself could possibly move along the roof while the whole thing is moving.

(For one strange moment I imagined rolling down the caravan)
"Skywhisper," I say, "Do you think you can carry both of us there?"

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=116#1152 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 10/14/2019 at 5:35 AM He jumps at the contact before settling down again, the little smile on his face telling you he enjoys the attention. Crimson huffs in outrage and starts tugging on his ear. "C'mooooon," she whines. Eventually he lets up and gives a mock growl, humour in his eyes, and she chases him from the tent barking playfully. They'll probably end up play-fighting again, but that's just what pups do.

Asteria chuckles as she walks out of the tent.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=116#1153 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 10/14/2019 at 5:41 AM (Depends if you get caught or not :P) "Pfft," he snorts, anticipation in his gaze. "I don't even know what the first part means." He takes a second to nip over to the fire and stock it up with some more firewood, as if to make sure Balthur wont wake before you're back because of the cold. "We've not got long. The sun will rise soon and some people are sure to be up early."

"And I think we both know that certian people in these parts don't fancy outcasted elves who hang out with wyverns." Nicote chuckled grimly.

This far down the river, the bed is carved deeply into the ground. You would have to double back, as you can't see any trees or roots sticking out that you could use and the river carries on getting deeper.

Letting out a huff in your direction, the Yeti sits with its back to the other bank. Its starts tugging at now-visible shackles round its ankles that you can tell from how short it is restricts its ability to walk and makes it almost impossible for it to run.

Noticing your gaze on it makes it bare its teeth again, but now it is more focused on getting the thick, perhaps Yeti-proof shackles off to properly intimidate you.