On the Trail
Oct 14, 2013 18:10:18 GMT -5
Post by Sir Darton de Lac on Oct 14, 2013 18:10:18 GMT -5
Tracking the Prince was more of a challenge than Darton originally anticipated. The man had some skills in hunting, the knight surmised, and used them to his advantage. That which worked against the Prince served the knight hunting him well; a lack of knowledge of the terrain, ill-preparedness and emotion. Darton moved with care, stopping when needed to ask questions. A foreigner would not move unobserved through Demeria; every time Nikolai opened his mouth, he would betray himself. Thus far, he was still a good day's ride behind the Prince, refusing to push his steed needlessly. Once the emotion burnt off, Darton would gain ground, for the Prince would be nigh exhausted.
A glance to the west confirmed it would not be long before the storms brewing descended, another small blessing if it could be so construed. Nikolai, if he were smart, would seek shelter in a town or village, a place where he could stay warm, dry and fed if he had the coin to secure it. Nikolai had not left in a rush of folly, leaving Darton to surmise that the Prince put some thought into his preparations insofar as he would bring coin along.
Pausing to water his horse as the breeze lifted his hair from his nape, he welcomed the respite from the languorous summer heat. Rider as well as mount availed himself of the water, enjoying the cool, clear taste as it washed the dust from his throat. The journey would need to resume soon, but he was solidly on the trail of his quarry and a respite would not shake him from it.
A glance to the west confirmed it would not be long before the storms brewing descended, another small blessing if it could be so construed. Nikolai, if he were smart, would seek shelter in a town or village, a place where he could stay warm, dry and fed if he had the coin to secure it. Nikolai had not left in a rush of folly, leaving Darton to surmise that the Prince put some thought into his preparations insofar as he would bring coin along.
Pausing to water his horse as the breeze lifted his hair from his nape, he welcomed the respite from the languorous summer heat. Rider as well as mount availed himself of the water, enjoying the cool, clear taste as it washed the dust from his throat. The journey would need to resume soon, but he was solidly on the trail of his quarry and a respite would not shake him from it.