The<a class="postlink" href="http://img2.etsystatic.com/000/0/6326605/il_570xN.337782106.jpg">unlit pipe</a>rested in her mouth as Taliha swayed slowly in the saddle atop her bull BC. Neither of them seeing to care about the stares they are given though both were mindful of the ones who almost got in their way. Seriously who would not notice the large beast walking down the street? Taliha was not in the mood to deal with people and them not having the right mind to get out of her way. Her ass was sore from riding and she was tired from not having slept well recently. Stupid taverns not having a suitable barn to house BC and he wanting to sleep in the building with her, by the Gods sometimes she was not sure why she put up with him.<br/><br/>Three months of hard travel on bull back was not her best idea. Sure she was out and seeing the world like she wanted but she was also missing home. Missing mostly not having a sore ass and being able to sleep in a bed and not in the barn with BC. Who despite his large size was afraid of the new places and could not bare to be parted from her even over night. Forgot that she was exhausted and sore, his fat ass needed her close so that he could sleep. When she tried to leave him he would just follow her into the   inn and try to climb the stairs after her. Yes she has had to help to repair many a stairs because of him and his fear of abandonment issues.<br/><br/>Now to add to all that crap she could not find her weed pouch so that she could at least enjoy a bit of a smoke. â€œSon of a....â€ she grumbled dropping the reins to use both hands in patting down her person, checking pockets and such trying to find it. â€œI swear if I left it back in that last town....â€ the last bit was mumbled in a mixture of dwarven and human. The fact she was talking mostly to herself never really even crossed her mind.