sick of driving so slow

Mariah settled herself on the ground, grateful for the shade offered by the tree. She shook her head in response to Dread's question, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry, but I appreciate the offer," she replied politely, her gaze drifting to the landscape before them.

She glanced back at Dread, her silver eyes notably intrigued. "Heading north, you said? Are you traveling far?" The prospect of travel always intrigued her, the idea of exploring new places and meeting new faces sparking a sense of adventure within her. She couldn't help but glance at the packet of dried meat and spiced minnows he had offered, noting the generosity in his gesture. "You seem to be well-prepared," she observed, a more obvious hint of her curiosity in her tone.

"Mariah Mendacium"