'The
tunnel' stood true to its name. There was no room for two mounts
side by side. One would have to retreat one way or the other if either
were to progress. The tight weave of the brambles made it near impossible
to slip by and Aldonia was keenly aware of his scent as they were pressed
so closely. The stone side on the left gave no inch to the crowding.
"It
seems that we are in a spot my good man." She knew her voice was
unusual. The thick accent of the North of Vescule wasn't something
that was easily disguised. She had tried many times to soften it
or to learn to speak as those in other Kingdoms, but usually failed miserably.
Her words seemed destined to be labled all of her days. She brushed
her hair away from her cheek as she patted Starlight in an attempt at soothing
the mare's nerves.
"Shall
I back or shall you?" The question was silly really, her way was
a good mile and a half out of the tight corridor of forest while he had
just entered no more than five minutes at a trot. Still, she wasn't
certain he wouldn't demand that she be the one to back by the look on his
face of complete disinterest. She mused silently if all the men in
Vescule had hearts of solid stone.
Waiting
for his reply, her fingers laced through the lush mane of her horse.
She had raised this one from a foal and was uncommonly attatched.
The mare sensed her relaxing, but her nostrils still flared at the unsettled
stallion that the man blocking their way was seated upon. Aldonia
lifted her chin slightly and searched the man before her for some sign
of humanity.
Without
as much as a word to her, he began backing his mount back through the narrow
cut through the thickly tangled trees and brush. She could have waited
till he was completely out before she pressed forward she supposed, but
what enjoyment was there in that ?
Pushing
back her sleeves, Aldonia moved forward with every step that the stranger
moved back. He was as bold as she, for his eyes never left hers either.
"Do
you come through here often?" Again, her inquiry was met with stoic
silence. He simply continued his backwards gaite as if it was exactly what
had been in his plans. They moved a good ten minutes that way before
the welcome sight of sunlight streamed through the entrance. Something
glittered on his lapel, straight ahead. . .