Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Before Iolaire could react to his attempt at looking out for her the woman who birthed her reappeared before them. She was more long winded than she had been the whole start of the trip. The old warrior had a way about her, with those few words he suddenly had the urge to do exactly as she said. Roan grit his teeth, unsure of his next move. Would Resin be able to convince her daughter to get off her paws?

Undecided he moved to get himself back into the cart as he brooded over what he was going to do. It wasn’t a difficult struggle but putting himself back where he was wasn’t easy either. He was confident he didn’t cause anymore strain than the cart ride on his shoulder. By the time he got comfortable Roan saw the giant form os the Warlord in the distance. At the least he could carry the tiny woman, right? ”Sirius!”