#roadoffury

"Listen to me, listen," he yells over her, trying his best to keep a steady grip on her. "If you keep shaking, I’ll lose you. NOW STOP MOVING!" Already sunken to her thighs, Max can feel the sand pulling on her and it’s dragging him in with her. There’s nothing but flat land around; nothing to anchor as he strains trying to haul her back.

The yelling makes her pause, her eyes widening more in shock than fear at the volume. Sniffling once, she forced herself to remain still, her lips curling tentatively as she feels herself moving away from being afternoon tea for earth. The moment her feet are free, she crawls onto him and clings tightly. "Let's never have that happen again okay?"

Max chuckled, “You haven’t a clue where you’re going, do you?” He called her on it. He was no fool and had seen many roamers come around, either lost or looking for trouble. “I’m headed west to a small village. You can join me there?” He nods toward the direction she pointed in, “Because if you’re going that way, you’re not going to find much, and probably end up as some bloody scoundrels toy. Some the crazies around here will want to harass a woman as yourself, once they see you. They might smell you coming.” He was right, and although if she didn’t make the mind to follow him, he would detour to make sure she got out safe. Even if he had to do without her knowing.