Going to the Gulley

Dutifully Hyperion followed after Shilah. He was only a step or so behind so his shoulder was even with Shilah's ribs, but it was enough for any outside observer to know immediately who was calling the shots in this temporary partnership. The map alone was enough to prove to Hyperion that Shilah was navigation god; he'd follow him off a cliff without hesitation believing firmly that Shilah knew what he was doing. As they walked Hyperion marveled at the scenery. He hadn't come this way originally so this was all new to him. The walls jutted far up over his head and were fat with vegetation of all sorts. In places the path narrowed down to mere inches and he was forced to briefly walk behind Shilah. In others the vines overhead nearly blocked out the cloudy sky.

Speaking of the sky, Hyperion turned his attention towards it once more. It looked like the storm was well behind them, which was perfectly fine with Hyperion. Again, season of hail and all that; mother nature had already tried to skin him so if he could help it he was going to try to avoid giving her a second chance at a maiming. He was glad it was clearing up; now it felt like there was less of a rush to get to safety, which meant he had more time to talk orgy with Shilah.

Hyperion groaned in sympathy when Shilah mentioned puke. Even if he wasn't the one to do it and he'd just been around it, that was a mood killer. Oh man, what if he'd gotten puked on? He murmured his sympathy for the hangover too. His had been rough, but he'd known what to expect and dutifully eaten a groundhog. Something about the greasy meat seemed to help. "You did, eh? Good on ya. Me? Oh, yeah I had a great time. Rode a shark around and then wrestled it out onto the beach." He smirked over at Shilah. "Got to enjoy the company of others too."