She rolled her eyes before turning back to Zerras, her demeanor softer. "Just think about it. Be brave, you know? I really think she likes you."
She pursed her lips before looking back to the front again. Juniper made a small sigh in her sleep, her head resting in the curve in his neck again.
Eventually Zerras fell asleep as well, leaning his head against the cart. (Zoop!) It had been about a day of riding. The next day they had reached the tribe Poppy and Francis were heading to. It was a common stop for people heading to Ozepan. The tribe itself was friendly, and children ran along the deerskin and straw huts. The terrain around them was sandy mixed with rock, and there was brush and cacti around. Large rock formations loomed in the distance. It seemed like a happy place, and Francis and Poppy left them to their own plans.
"Or the map," he commented, looking around. It seemed the children of the community were cared for by everyone, rather than just the parents, and they were a very connected tribe. "We should set up camp?"
He started toward the near outside of the tribes camp. "We shouldn't stray too far. I'm sure they'll be okay with us staying for just a night."
She didn't notice, moving on ahead. She seemed happy, the early evening cool and relaxing. "I don't know. Ghost stories. Funny stories. Tales of great valor."
He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Tales of great valor? I don't think you'll be interested in my stories."
"Only the ones of myself," he said slowly, frowning, shaking his head. "Ones I don't really want to tell anymore. Hopefully you have some good ones."
She looked up at him for a moment before gently nudging him with her head. "I have great stories," she said gently.
