Parting Ways
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Ravenh was still visibly upset about the camp they had just left. He was stomping his way through Nexus Minor to the portal, hacking away at some overgrowth that was blocking their way along the path. They finally made their way to the portal when he turned to Lessah, “Can you believe those homins? Why are they all in the same camp? This can’t be good.” He had completely disregarded her mentioning that it might mean peace among the factions. “They are up to something. I see a war coming.”
Lessah was following Ravenh as he lead the way to the portal. She noticed his stomping, and knew he was still angry. She was planning to wait until he was calmer before she complained about how rude she thought he was to the homins. After all, they gave them a map, fed Moose, and tolerated her amateur explanation of the scrolls. She struggled to keep her opinions to herself, until Ravennh brought it up himself. “So? So what if they are at the same camp?” she questioned as they approached another cavern. “They were just a bunch of scholars looking at scrolls! Sometimes Ravenh…you just assume the worst of homins, you know that?” she said while crossing her arms.
They were too busy arguing to notice the cavern they entered was similar to the Prime Roots they had left before. Ravenh stopped in his tracks and threw his arms up in the air, unable to say anything to Lessah. He just stood their with his mouth open, but no words would come out. He finally just shook his head in disbelief and turned letting out a loud grunt. This was the moment that he realized they were in another land that looked just like the dangerous one they barely escaped, “Oh great… your little scholar friend directed us right back where we came from. I guess him sending us to our inevitable death was an innocent move on his part.”
Lessah watched Raven throw his hands up the air and stare at her with his mouth open. Had he finally snapped? Then, Ravenh’s grunt echoed off the cavern’s walls, which drew her attention to her surroundings. As she looked around, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ravenh’s comment. “See? This is exactly my point Ravenh. Yes, they lead us to a deathly path that is somehow worse than the one we were traveling, right?? I suppose the hay they gave Moose was poisoned too huh?” she questioned angrily while gesturing to a bored Moose, who just looked between Ravenh and Lessah as they argued.
Ravenh points at her Mektoub, “Well I guess we’ll know when he falls over dead.” He then turns his point toward the portal, “All I know is that I am NOT going back to your scholar friends.” He turns around and begins to walk into the dark cavern, “I’m going this way, probably to my death. You can come with me if you want….” this whole argument was eating at his insides, because he truly did care a lot for Lessah and didn’t want to see her turn and walk back through the portal. All he really wanted was for them to be back to civilization. He let out a growl, “You can be very frustrating.”
Lessah held her Mektoub’s head and glared at Ravenh as if he threatened Moose himself. As if she wasn’t already offended by his actions, did he really have the nerve to suggest that SHE was the frustrating one? Oh no…he didn’t. “Listen, Ravenh. Since you seem to know EVERYTHING, why don’t you just take whatever perfect path you seem to know. I’ll take the path of my ‘scholar friends’ and if me and Moose both die, you can have the satisfaction of knowing that you were right!” Lessah shouted, her words getting ahead of her thoughts. She grabbed Moose’s reins and marched into the cavern, taking a right and heading North, though she meant to go South.
He couldn’t believe what she was saying. She had never been mad enough to say things like that let alone mad at all. His blood was boiling now and he yelled at the top of his lungs, “FINE!!!!” He then turned and started walking south, though he really had wanted to go north, but sure as hell wasn’t going to now, since she chose that way. Sometimes his actions were very spiteful. His anger actually subsided fairly quickly, but mostly due to survival mode kicking in. He traversed the paths very carefully, avoiding menacing creature after menacing creature. He stopped to rest a moment, and wait for a small group of Varinx to pass by, “This is a lot easier without having to worry about someone else and that stupid Mektoub clomping around making noise.” he muttered to himself.
Lessah made her way North, having to tug on Moose’s reins as he repeatedly looked back at the direction Ravenh went. “No, Moose. Come on. He isn’t coming” Lessah said before lowering her voice to avoid attracting some unwanted attention. Lessah mounted Moose, figuring their best way out was to make a run for it. With increased height, she was able to spot a primitive tribe a few meters ahead. She had experience with these kinds of tribes in the past so she knew she’d have to sneak around them. As she considered her path, the fight she had with Ravenh kept intruding on her thoughts. Had she been too harsh? No, stop it. He’s the one whose unnecessarily harsh. He’s always causing trouble, yeah. She pet Moose on the back and told herself she was right to separate paths from him.