Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Once in the cart, Iolaire looked out towards where her mother had stalked off. "She didn't used to get so... emotional." Emotions were beyond Resin. Or at least they had been. "She'll be alright though. Just needs a breather." Roan went on to say that he was fine, but he eagerly consumed the willow.

Roan asked how much of the journey they had to make. "We're about half way through. The next leg will be difficult. We have to go around waterways." The journey had to be made, however. They had no choice. She'd already built a garden and a cottage. There was no turning back.

Having settled beside Roan, Iolaire began unwrapping her bandaged left paw. She'd sliced the pad open very deeply earlier that morning. Walking upon it had caused the wound to seep. Pain throbbed in the damaged pad. Maybe she would eat some willow bark as well. Taking out the same salve that she used on Roan's face, Io applied some to the wound. She would rest until her mother returned, then she would walk beside the cart again. If the other cart hadn't been so far ahead, she very well may have ridden for a time.