Chyresia waved at Rolf. Such a good friend. If there had been any spark between them, she would have taken him with her. But she knew her father was going to give chase and she needed to move as quickly as she could and had no room for passengers who did not know the wild in the way she did.
She checked the raft and the sturdy little box Rolf had created for her. She shoved her bedroll and blanket inside along with her backpack and the slim coil of strong rope she had paid so much for. By instinct she ran her hands over her weapons, feeling their position and status, as if they might have changed in the last two moments. Her longbow and quiver, wrapped in cloth to keep them as dry as possible, the Seax short sword, her spear, and a pouch with a sling and several lead bullets.
With her heart in her mouth, she pushed the raft out into the stream and stepped aboard. The whole rig rocked like a wild horse until she worked out she had to sit down to maintain stability, and by then the last sight of Miner's Ridge had vanished behind a wide sweep of the watercourse.
She laughed for the sheer joy of being alive and on an adventure, and then she grinned some more as she imagined the fury of her father when he realized she was gone, gone beyond his authority. The sun rose a few degrees in the sky and the stream chuckled along beside her. She held on to her spear, using the butt end now and then to steer around rocks. But she was covering more ground in an hour than she could have walked in half a day. And that suited her just fine!
As she slid effortlessly through the winding tunnel of greenery, she kept a keen eye open for signs of danger or possible game.
OOC: Might she have some rations?
DM: yes 2 days worth. Awesome first post. More on that shortly.
Fantastic post, I love the visual aid, always appreciated. 25 xp for starting strong.
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