conversations: human
conversations:  The sky is the color of peaches, the sun like a orb of gold, heavy on the horizon.
  Stretching far away, across the plains before the mountain to the east, the shadows run, heralds of the night to come.  To the west are still more of the rolling hills and plains, to the south, a forest crouched in the distance, a vague shadow. In the north, the range of mountains continues eventually merging with the plains.
  Far off, one can see two silhouettes, one a bit taller then the other. They walk with slowing step, now that night has fallen, and they have been walking all day, to someplace unknown to all, even themselves.
  But we shall rest here, and perhaps an obliging breeze will tell us the story of these wanderers.
conversations: D20ragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  In plain violet and white traveling clothes, brown heavy boots, gloves, and backpack, the little pointy-eared child strolls with closed eyes as if this was the only thing he could enjoy, his golden hair waves around his face, the only thing preventing a big smile over there is the weird large flute covering his lips, from which a tune that would resemble as if all the birds in a forest just suddenly decided to be happy and sing something about the good simple things one can enjoy things in life, the song almost prevented all around him to feel the sore on their feet from the road, almost, because the melody stops.
  
   "Aw, mountains, Mala!"  with eyes suddenly wide-opened, his blue pupils scan the horizon almost as if hungry,  "Hmmm..." , he ponders, looking all around him for a long moment, then looking up to the darkening sky and sharpening his eyes  "Hmmm..." , then bursting  "We have to make camp, actually! Don't we, Mala?" , before he starts off sprinting to find a suitable place, the child looks over to the taller figure at his side, for approval.
conversations: ShadowDragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Before it gets too dark, yes,"  replies the old woman, nodding to let the boy away.
  
  She turns in place, taking in the open air. All around her little hill, the land yawns wide under the evening sky. Much is only stripes of color to her aged eyes, but unmistakable is the shape of the mountain that she and her fellow traveler will meet if they continue to travel as they have. Already she misses Cael'van's song beneath her heels. Instead, despite only a soft breeze, her long brown cloak bumps and twists beneath her knees like a dog underfoot.
  
  She shakes it chidingly by the shoulder seam and slowly sets off, a tin kettle in her left hand.
conversations: Centric:
conversations: human
conversations:  The boy nods as he sprints off smiling, quickly finding a place, kicking clear all the bugs and dried leaves on a small clearing under the shadow of a tree, then looking around with sharp eyes, he makes a few measurements with his hands and sprints off again, cracking large branches on other trees nearby.
  
  He comes back to the cleared place with many branches, wood, stones and other big pieces of foliage from the trees around, then promptly starts to build a tent supported by the tree itself, big branches for the structure, a leather winter blanket over the ground, big leaves for a makeshift roof, a triangle classic tent, risen up in but a few minutes, the kid looks like he's done this but a few dozen times, already.
  
   "Almost ready now, Mala, do you still have the things you need for any of those delicious stews?"  the kid raises up his face to the old lady as he tries to start the fire among the wood he brought, circled by some stones in the earth.
conversations: ShadowDragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Later, asleep, bellies full of stew, something woke the wanderers. A noise, so faint and quiet, it could barely be called that, and a faint light on the horizon. As they watched and listened, the noise grew louder, echoing off the mountains, filling their ears with clear, cold singing. No words where said. None could be. The two only watched as the sound and light grew louder, and then, on the far horizon, the stars came down to earth, descending on a ladder made of gossamer and dreams. The stars, barely visible, so far were they from the child and woman, and concealed by the vastness of the mountain in front of the two's eyes, danced, tripping lightly to and fro, and, when the suns first light arose above the horizon, they fled up their ladder, pulling it up behind them.
  The sun rose, seeming almost unreal, so marvelous was that vision, and birdsong slowly filled the travelers ears. Then, as one, they collapsed, and slept where they fell.
conversations: D20ragon: