1: "You are aware, of course, that where you are going is more than far beyond us?"/ 2: "Yes. There's no horse that will be able to make the journey." 1: "Then how do you plan to get there?"/ 2: "We'll need something more than a simple horse." 1: "What do 'we' have in mind?" -- Anon Guest
"It's ten thousand leagues, and we have to get there in a handful of days. We don't have horses for all of us. We don't even have one horse." Scion Naeryn gripped their fists in their hair in anxiety. "Go adventuring, they said. You'll learn about the greater world from the ground up, they said. You'll understand the common throng they said. All the nobles are doing it... They just didn't mention anything about how to get back in a hurry when the evil vizier is plotting a Freja-cursed coup!"
"Breathe," said the Bard Calliope. "Nice deep breaths. We'll get there."
"We won't get there by huffing and puffing," protested Naeryn. "And we certainly won't get there in a week and three days."
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