The<a class="postlink" href="http://www.onlineauction.com/index.php?page=auction:view_item&amp;auction_id=1389289">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.<br/><br/>â€œWait...wait...Ah HA!â€ she exclaims in triumph as she pulls out the little pouch of weed, her last bit of daleberry weed. Opening the pouch she took a sniff to savor the moment as she got ready to pack her pipe. Then fate decided to be a cruel to the weary traveler and BC stopped suddenly. As she was not prepared for it she lurched forward a bit causing her precious weed to spill from her hand and down to the floor below.<br/><br/>Looking up in anger at what caused him to stop so suddenly her eyes landed on an elf, AN ELF!<br/><br/>â€œReally?! BC....really?! You stop, to let that elven MUTT cross the road before us! I spilled the last of my weed because of it! I mean honestly you should have trampled her ass not like anyone would have cared!â€ she snapped loudly as she went on to rant in dwarven. Loosely translated into, â€œFucking waste of space and air, the elves were! Isn't there a tree or something she should be hugging or kissing?! And since when were they tainting the human pool with their blood?â€ Her long still unlit pipe now being used to angrily or to tap on her bull's back.