[028] OOM - I of VII - The Road Goes Ever On

[tristranthorn]

The travel never seems to end, and already they've done so much of it.

Which, really, should mean that they are experts at this - with very little complaint and a whole lot of knowledge of what to do in all seasons and weather situations.

But while it can be said to be true that they know quite a lot about the weather and how to adapt to all its faces, the complaining bit hasn't changed too much. Occasionally, Tristran would get a little irritated with the lack of proper food to be found, and Yvaine would mutter about how uncomfortable the twigs sticking into her back are and how much better beds and soft pillows would be in comparison.

However, when everything is said and done, they actually (secretly) enjoy it all: the traveling, the alone-time, the utter freedom from any and all responsibility. They are hardly ever recognized in towns for who they truly are - sometimes not even when they reveal their names - and the ability to move about as they please is fun, leaving very little time to mope about.

When Tristran set off from the Thorn farm and household so many months ago to seek a fallen star, he never imagined that he would be here today with her, loving her and running away from his responsibility to govern an entire kingdom as a royal.

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[an_evening_star]

Complaining, Yvaine would like to think, is something of an art form.

One must know exactly what it is appropriate to complain about, when it is appropriate to complain about it, and which words to string together for maximum effect. There are also the issues of which words to stress and what decibel to speak at and a whole slew of things to consider that aren't worth going into at the present time.

Yvaine would also like to think of herself as an artist, but that's hardly the subject at hand.

What is at hand cannot precisely be considered complaining. It's more of a request - a firm request, but a request all the same.

"We are finding a place," the star states. "An actual place. With people. And - and what do they have in towns, Tristran?"

A pause - brief - before her hand flutters up victoriously.

"Shops!" she nods. "And other things. Immediately."