[Large yellow birds. Thancred's version of horses, he assumes, but Yennefer is the one to say the thought aloud, so he only adds somewhat unhelpfully as he moves a bag around, trying to center his gravity so he doesn't send the wagon tilting:]
So they're like ostriches, but yellow.
[He grabs for one satchel in particular, which has always been held close to one of the three travelers to highlight its importance. The dull sound of something rustles within. Stephen's made sure to wrap each thaumametor in thick cloth so that they don't needlessly clink into each other during their journey, no matter what it brings. Wouldn't be much help for all that magical energy to spill out after all this effort.]
Are you talking about the supplies, my bones, or my pride? [He flings back at Yennefer, his sarcasm projected for all to hear. The latter might not have come away unscathed, but he'll survive it. For now, he tucks his book away and waits for the wagon to go move around the bend and a little further down. There, they should find their destination: a hilly stretch of ground right at the edge of a forest which, if he had read the map correctly, would crawl all along the coastline if they took the time to explore it properly.
Which they are, decidedly, not doing. It's good to see one more spot to soon be checked off the list, and he waits for Thancred to direct the wagon closer.]
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So they're like ostriches, but yellow.
[He grabs for one satchel in particular, which has always been held close to one of the three travelers to highlight its importance. The dull sound of something rustles within. Stephen's made sure to wrap each thaumametor in thick cloth so that they don't needlessly clink into each other during their journey, no matter what it brings. Wouldn't be much help for all that magical energy to spill out after all this effort.]
Are you talking about the supplies, my bones, or my pride? [He flings back at Yennefer, his sarcasm projected for all to hear. The latter might not have come away unscathed, but he'll survive it. For now, he tucks his book away and waits for the wagon to go move around the bend and a little further down. There, they should find their destination: a hilly stretch of ground right at the edge of a forest which, if he had read the map correctly, would crawl all along the coastline if they took the time to explore it properly.
Which they are, decidedly, not doing. It's good to see one more spot to soon be checked off the list, and he waits for Thancred to direct the wagon closer.]