Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 1:41:16 GMT -5
It had been an uneventful day, and the approaching night seemed no different. On top a small and flat hill a fire could be seen from afar, illuminating the countryside. As was usual for her, Johanna had slain every walker within a large radius of her campsite. Even so, her horse Kasimir seemed anxious. Looking up from her book which she read from the firelight, propped up against her pack. Her tent was set up nearby, but she was outside for now.
The silence was normal to her; although her easily visible camp was practically a challenge for evildoers, she expected no one to dare approach; although just in case, she went with her blade kept at her side. she withdrew it from its sheath, admiring the polished metal which had served her so well over the years. She glanced at her nearby armor, longing to equip it and ride out once more. Yet she knew the results of exhaustion; Johanna relied on coffee, but not to such an extent. Besides, impaired vision at night made things harder.
She examined and polished her weapons one at a time, herself following in her horse's example of anxiousness. Things had been far too quiet lately, and she wondered if she was being watched. Checking that her crossbow was prepared for a shot once more, she went back to her book, reading from its pages studiously. Reading inspired her as much as a glorious victory, and helped her sleep, which she intended to do in an hour or too.
Just to calm herself, she sharpened the longsword loudly. If anyone was watching, or wondered of her intentions, she imagined that she could make herself quite clear without the use of words. Satisfied, she yawned, and turned back to her book once more, her hand reaching up to pat Kasimir gently, nothing but the faint sound of crickets echoing across the grassy landscape.
The silence was normal to her; although her easily visible camp was practically a challenge for evildoers, she expected no one to dare approach; although just in case, she went with her blade kept at her side. she withdrew it from its sheath, admiring the polished metal which had served her so well over the years. She glanced at her nearby armor, longing to equip it and ride out once more. Yet she knew the results of exhaustion; Johanna relied on coffee, but not to such an extent. Besides, impaired vision at night made things harder.
She examined and polished her weapons one at a time, herself following in her horse's example of anxiousness. Things had been far too quiet lately, and she wondered if she was being watched. Checking that her crossbow was prepared for a shot once more, she went back to her book, reading from its pages studiously. Reading inspired her as much as a glorious victory, and helped her sleep, which she intended to do in an hour or too.
Just to calm herself, she sharpened the longsword loudly. If anyone was watching, or wondered of her intentions, she imagined that she could make herself quite clear without the use of words. Satisfied, she yawned, and turned back to her book once more, her hand reaching up to pat Kasimir gently, nothing but the faint sound of crickets echoing across the grassy landscape.