Balthur helps you with the last bits of it, doing a much better job than you did. But it's been dealt with, that's the important part.

The Wyvern helps him stand up and limp over to the back of the cart. "Thank you," he says to both of you. "I can tell you this: I won't be pulling the cart tomorrow."

The Wyvern snorts and rolls its eyes, but gives a nod of confirmation. When the injured Centaur is safely in the cart, he turns and pads over to you and waits, as if expecting something.

Shootingstar huffs, but let's you be anyway.

A while later, Crimson and the others return, a couple of Critters among them. She and Emberpaw fire up their meal, whereas the Phoenix just have theirs raw.

When they finish, they look at you expectantly. Shall we head then? Crimson asks excitedly.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=42#412 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/22/2019 at 10:43 AM Shootingstar huffs, but let's you be anyway. A while later, Crimson and the others return, a couple of Critters among them. She and Emberpaw fire up their meal, whereas the Phoenix just have theirs raw. When they finish, they look at you expectantly. Shall we head then? Crimson asks excitedly.

Lets get going if we are going, I get up.

Together you travel throughout the raining day, soaked through but carrying on nonetheless, taking breaks every so often. You're only sure what time it is when the sky darkens further, but not because of an oncoming storm.

After hours of travelling your party is wet and tired. Ahead you see a collection of shrubs and bushes that look relatively dry underneath. It would be a good spot to make camp for the night, and it would hide you in case any of the Onyx Moon Clan are searching the area after the unnatural storm.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=42#411 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/22/2019 at 10:40 AM Balthur helps you with the last bits of it, doing a much better job than you did. But it's been dealt with, that's the important part. The Wyvern helps him stand up and limp over to the back of the cart. "Thank you," he says to both of you. "I can tell you this: I won't be pulling the cart tomorrow." The Wyvern snorts and rolls its eyes, but gives a nod of confirmation. When the injured Centaur is safely in the cart, he turns and pads over to you and waits, as if expecting something.

"..I have no idea what you want me to do."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=42#414 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/22/2019 at 10:52 AM Together you travel throughout the raining day, soaked through but carrying on nonetheless, taking breaks every so often. You're only sure what time it is when the sky darkens further, but not because of an oncoming storm. After hours of travelling your party is wet and tired. Ahead you see a collection of shrubs and bushes that look relatively dry underneath. It would be a good spot to make camp for the night, and it would hide you in case any of the Onyx Moon Clan are searching the area after the unnatural storm.

Lets make campy here, I suggest.

The Wyvern rolls its eyes again - something it seems to do often - and goes around you to stand in front of your tent. He flares his wings out and hides it from your sight, cocking his head to the side, waiting impatiently for you to figure it out.

Crimson nods. Good idea.

The other creatures make their way over to the dry patches, huddling together to warm up. Crimson butts her head against your leg affectionately, pushing you towards the camp spot.

Nicote is still confused.

The Wyvern stamps its foot in frustration, then looks thoughtful. He does it again, making the ground shudder like it did when he helped you with your bluff. He then repeats what he did earlier, swiping dirt into the air with his tail.