Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 23

N:   "Sure," Scotland agreed and he watched as Esha turned back and swam back to shore, although she didn't go to the shore as the water was shallow, so Scotland instead jumped off and landed in the water, wadding his way back to dry land.

His head and torso were able to dry off in the sun, but his trousers were still soaking so he smiled weakly at Clover, "Looks like we're going to have a wet ride home," getting an annoyed huff from the mare.

He started to collect the fish together, using his cloak and another large cloth as a sort of sack to carry them, tying it up with a spare rope from Esha and slinging the equally-weighed bags on Clover. He patted her muzzle to see if she is ok, and when she was able to walk around with relative ease he turned back to the Eternal, "You ready?"

M:   Esha nodded and disappeared under the water, surfacing in her normal form, luckily when she shifts her clothes just seem to disappear so when she walked onto dry land she wasn't giving Scotland more than he bargained for.

She dropped on all fours and shook herself like a dog, then walked over to where she left her boots and put them on.

"Today was without a doubt the best day I have had in a very long time," she declared, mounting Sleip again, "archery competition, hunting down a good meal, collecting enough flint for a hundred arrows, I don't know how it could get any better."

N:   "Me neither," Scotland smiled as he tried to dry himself off, wringing out his trousers while he kept them on since he was definitely not going to take them off. After a while, he gave up, put on his boots, which at least warmed up his feet, and mounted his horse.

When the pair rode back, they heard cheering in the distance, and curious as to what was causing it, headed towards the noise. When they finally were out of the forest, they saw a crowd standing along a railing, in front of them laid an oval racing track, and at the starting line were Johann and Wolfgang, both appropriately dressed in racing gear as well as their stallions wearing blinkers.

Near the starting line stood Saxon, Anglo, and Wales, as well as the Saxons cheering with the crowd. Further away stood Heinrich and Erna, the pair seemingly arguing about something, and when they turned around, they waved at Scotland and Esha.

"Who do you think is going to win," Erna asked, "Wolfe or Jo? It's obvious Wolfe."

"Just because he's your damn boyfriend doesn't mean he's going to win," Heinz pointed out, "my bets on Jo."

"Five gold coins."

"Zehn (ten)."

"Deal," and the pair shook on it.

M:   Esha stopped when she saw the large crowd of spectators, flashes of faint fear in her eyes, as she slowly backed Sleip up until they were concealed by the shadows of the trees.

"U-um, m-maybe we should go around," she said to Scotland, "there is an awful lot of Short-Lives over there, what if they see us ... or, see me."

Her eyes turned a deep shade of purple, she was physically trembling at the thought of humans she didn't know seeing her, the flashbacks didn't make her any less afraid.

N:   "Alright, I know another way to the castle, just follow me," Scotland reassured her, and he nodded at Heinrich, "My bet's on Johann, he seems nimble enough," getting a grin from the Prussian.