{ These Long Roads I Wander } (Open)

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It really was becoming quite familiar, wasn't it? Wandering these roads almost endlessly. It wasn't like she had much better to do anyways. The potential to terrorize a small town or slip right under the noses of those pester-some guards was far too tempting an opportunity to pass up. Misha enjoyed the large expanse of sky she was allowed to roam as well when they kept traveling, so that was a bonus as well. Lyra looked up at the big eagle now, tilting back her hood slightly to see the enormous big and let a small smile grace her lips. The giant eagle was soaring happily overhead, and Lyra could see her head flicking from left to right constantly in search of prey or other figures walking down the roads. Not that another lone wanderer would pose much of a threat to Lyra anyhow.

Lyra looked back down, pulling the hood that completed her red outfit back into its original place. Where had they been last time? Ah yes... some small, nameless village that Lyra had, on a whim, tortured by withering their crops into dust. That what they deserved for treated her so poorly upon her arrival. The nerve of some of those men! Though the woman weren't much better either. Lyra tapped her lip, gazing up at Misha. "Perhaps I should've just burnt the whole thing to the ground. They were rather cheeky, weren't they? Especially those kids, trying to hit you with rocks." Lyra voiced. Misha screeched in response and Lyra just laughed. "You're right. Letting them suffer slowly from the death of all of their crops right as harvest season was about to come is a much more fitting punishment. For now at least. If I visit again, maybe I'll take up my other idea." She mused, mostly to herself before she shook her head and kept walking. After all, she had all the time in the world. And the world was her plaything.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Another horse appeared in the distance, its rider hunched over the animal's neck. Jonah Falcaire muttered to himself as he rode along. He had to keep brushing his hair out of his face, but the wind kept blowing it back into his eyes. "They don't understand, do they?" he said to no one in particular. He patted his horse's neck. "They like carrots. I give all my carrots to you." He lifted his eyes and blinked at the form in the distance. "Another traveler?" he said. "Keep your head down. Don't draw attention."

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Lyra looked up the road as Misha let out a loud cry. Someone was riding down it on a horse, and Lyra raised an eyebrow in curiosity. This road was relatively unused, since it was longer and more winding than others. It was more of a scenic route really, and a way to get into the forests nearby. She kept walking forward though, moving to the right side of the road as she approached the hunched over rider, eying them curiously from beneath her red hood. Truth be told, many mistook her for a musician since she had such vibrantly red clothing. Others thought she was some sort of fairy escaping the woods, traveling them to prey upon unsuspecting travelers. Few knew who she really was. She kept her identity quite hidden. As she drew closer and closer, she remained silent, waiting to see if the other traveler would act first.

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Jonah's eyes weren't sure where to settle. They kept darting from her to the bird above her, to the forest in the distance. He didn't feel comfortable looking at people too long. Maybe it was that he was afraid they would be angry with him. Or maybe he was afraid they'd see the insanity in his eyes.

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Finally the two met each other on the road, and Lyra nodded to him. "Good day to you, sir." She said simply, glancing up at the man on his horse. Misha circled around to remain right over them to watch Lyra and make sure the witch was alright. "Travel a long way?" she questioned from the shadows of her hood. "No one really takes these roads any more."

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"No, they don't," Jonah agreed. He chose his next words carefully, so as to not give himself away. Luckily for him, he had a moment of clarity and was able to speak normally, if in a choppy, uncertain manner. "I have come a long way. Do you know where the nearest town is?"

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Lyra raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "That I do, stranger. Sadly, the nearest town happens to be in the opposite direction you are headed. I'm passing it on my way, so I could show you to it, if it so pleases you." Lyra offed. It was a generous offer, especially for her. She assumed she was just in an unnaturally cheerful mood at the moment. For however fleeting it was

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Jonah considered this and then shrugged. He could use some company, after years alone. "Thank you," he said. "He..." he paused and took a moment to collect himself. "I appreciate it."

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Lyra nodded and continued on her way in the direction she was going. hey went on in silence for a bit before she spoke again. "So where exactly are you from, if I may be so bold as to ask." She inquired, glancing up at her horsed companion briefly before putting her eyes forward again

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"From?" Jonah said. He frowned and stared at his horse's course mane. "I'd rather not answer. Sorry."