Book 6: Chapter 35


    <strong>Day 54  Ryoka</strong>


    When the Wind Runner of Reizmelt woke up, she knew it would be another rainy day. Honestly, she was sick of them, but they were symptomatic of Izril in the spring. Wet.


    And it was still better than Liscor, whose spring rain season was the thing of nightmares. Even so, as spring waned and became summer, the rains persisted. And yes, they were good for crops and all that. Ryoka was still tired of being wet.


    She knew it would be a rainy day as soon as she woke to the drumming of rain on the roof above her room. But as Ryoka got up, she realized a few more things.


    Firstly, she wasnt in Reizmelt. She knew that because it was past dawn and Madain hadnt been banging about, swearing and shouting for everyone to <em>wake up!!</em> Funny, but Ryoka almost missed that. And because her bed was freshly made, smelled of flowers, and the sheets had been washed by someone other than Ryoka.


    She was in Walta, staying at the Roses Retreat, a very nice inn with a female [Innkeeper] who was amodating and strict. Miss Iglesias Theroben had expressed a firm desire to Ryoka that her rooms not be sullied by impropriety, or any untoward advances towards her all-female staff.


    She obviously hadnt been suspecting Ryoka of thetter, given how it seemed like most people in this worlds society didnt acknowledge or even know about sexual orientations beyond being straight, but Ryoka was amused to know that the upstanding Miss Iglesias thought of Lady Bethal Walchas as a paragon of virtue. Shed been too grateful for somewhere to sleep and for Miss Iglesias weing, if strictly proper inn, to shatter the womans beliefs.


    That wasnt her. And as Ryoka got up and dressed with the speed and efficiency thates to people who live in a hurry, she realized onest thing: it was going to be a bad day to run. She could still do it, but it would be a bad day.


    Not a <em>bad</em> bad day, to be clear. Ryoka felt good. A few days of rest had cleared the minor potion-sickness out of her veins and stomach and rejuvenated her after her now-famous run from Reizmelt to Walta, capital city of Lady Bethalsnds. She felt good, today, in fact. Hungry. It was just that as soon as Ryoka had sensed, felt the wind outside howling in the rain, shed known it was going to be a bad day.


    Downstairs, the Roses Retreat was already bustling when the sleepy young woman exited her ground-floor room. Unlike other inns, theyout of this in more closely resembled one of the cheap motels Ryoka had run away  to when she was sick of fighting with her father or trying to get her mother to agree toanything. And like a good motel experience, breakfast was a buffet.


    A very nice buffet. Ryoka saw the goats cheese being spread onto a bun first then she smelled some cooked sausage and saw a delicate spread of garden-grown vegetables, fresh from Miss Iglesias own soil. Her stomach rumbled but when she saw the somewhat portly, very gracious host, Ryoka stopped to greet her. There were such things as manners and Ryoka wanted to mind hers.


    Ah, Miss Ryoka Griffin. A fair morning to you! I trust you werent awoken unduly early? The blessed rain woke me up earlier than I would have liked, but you Runners do keep early hours.


    The woman sighed as she turned to greet Ryoka, goat-cheese and bun in hand. Ryoka eyed the bread and decided she was having that first, with some of the roasted meat. Miss Iglesias inn might not have had the random excitement that was an attraction or a deterrent in Erins inn, or the dirt-cheap prices and uniquepersonality that was Madains inn. But it was arguably better than both.


    Ryoka knew that was an insult to Erin, but did she have a dedicated [Cook] with [Advanced Cooking] and a host of other Skills like [Rising Dough] or [Two Hour Warmth]. Maybe her inn had changed, but Ryoka saw a [Maid]not a [Barmaid], just a [Maid]delicately arranging a gentle-smelling bouquet next to the dishes of warm, delicious food. Still warm, thanks to that Skill and fresh as


    Ryokas mouth watered. Say what you will, and Erin did make a good pizza, but this was home-cooking and as much as you wanted of it.


    Fresh and organic too, if that was your fancy. Ryoka would settle for delicious. She nodded politely to the smiling Miss Iglesias.


    Good morning to you too, Miss Iglesias. Im not so sure itll be a fair one, though. The rain might clear up but you shouldnt count on hanging anything out; the wind will be blowing hard all day.


    Really? My [Gardener] friend swore her [Weathersense] told her it would be only rainy tomorrow, but perfect for gardeningter on if I wore boots. But if anyone would know, it would be you, wouldnt it?


    Miss Iglesias nced out of one of her ss windows with a frown. Ryoka grimaced.


    Im not an expert Miss Iglesias, so dont quote me on it. If Im wrong, Id be delighted. Butuh, this breakfast looks lovely.


    Oh! Im terribly sorry. Go on and enjoy yourself by all means. I imagine youll want to be up and about. Will you be staying another day?


    The woman stepped aside so Ryoka could fill a te and chat at the same time. Biting into her first cheese-andsausage rollMiss Iglesias stood on no customs aside from the bit about hanky and panky and horrifically graphic disys of sexshe swallowed and then replied


    I doubt it, Miss Iglesias. I have all my gear in my bag of holding hereIm paid up, arent I?


    She patted the bag at her side. Miss Iglesias nodded.


    Youre free to leave, but I will keep your room open until tonight. If you wish to stay you need only return. You have been a good guest.


    Thank you.


    Ryoka smiled gratefully. Miss Iglesias was used to travellers, being one of the more popr inns for travellers to stop by. She had any number of rooms avable, but her keeping Ryokas open for a day was still generous.


    Ryoka helped herself to a big breakfastshe might be eating rations on the road if she took the offer shed gotten yesterday. She might have lingered to talk with Miss Iglesias, but a howl of wind against the windows made her, the innkeeper, and a few guests enjoying the early breakfast look up.


    What a storm. My garden will need no end of work after this.


    Exasperated, Miss Iglesias went to the window and peered outside. Ryoka grimaced, trying to imagine running in that buther internal sense told her the wind was upset. But that didnt corrte to the rain. Indeed, it was just a light sprinkle now. Ryoka brightened; she could handle that. And the noise made her realize something else.


    Ah, Miss Iglesias, I might be taking off now. Im very grateful for your hospitality


    The woman turned and realized Ryoka was edging towards the door. She opened her mouth and then realized why Ryoka was in a hurry. So she smiled understandingly and reached out to shake Ryokas hand gently.


    Well, as I said, youve been very easy to look after. No messes, no blood or muck for my girls to tidy upif you stop by Walta in the future, stay here by all means! I know you Runners, and I have no doubt Ill see you again.


    Ryoka ducked her head, smiling.


    Thank you, Miss Iglesias. Im normally around Reizmelt, but if Im ever in the region for a delivery


    She began to walk towards the door. But, toote, as Ryoka put one hand on the brass knob, she heard the sound shed wanted to avoid. <em>Clip-clop, clip-clop. </em>


    Ryoka cursed. Miss Iglesias sighed, as she turned to greet another guest. Ryoka opened the door; there was still time to get away before


    Good morning, Miss Iglesias! Ryoka! Hey, Ryoka, wait!


    A Centauress walked into the room. That wasnt a euphemism. She trotted in, her shod hooves ttering on the floorboards as she navigated her way through the cozy inn. A Centaur.


    Perhaps, if you had never met one, the idea of the half-human, half-horse species would be exotic. Fascinating. And while that was certainly all true of the female Centaur, something else had to be pointed out. A Centaur was half-horse. And as such, the first consideration anyone in the nearby vicinity of a Centaur did was


    Both Ryoka and Miss Iglesias stepped hurriedly out of the way as the Centauress ttered forwards. Her hooves touched the floor lightly, but the Centauress was still over seven feet in height and she had to weighRyoka thought about horses from her world. A ton?


    At least. And this Centauress wasnt even a big example of her species. Her horse parts didnt resemble the huge draft horses, but rather a lighter riding horse. She had tan fur with a fewrge, brown spots, pale brown skin, and blonde-gray hair, cut short, but styledthe Centauress trotted closer and Ryoka leapt back again. She was bare foot and she had no intention of having her foot broken by a stray hoof!


    Chay, watch the hooves!


    The Centauress caught herself and checked her hoof cement. She tossed her head dismissively.


    What? Im nowhere near your feet. Stop being such a foal, Ryoka. Hey, good thing I woke up, right? I nearly missed you. But for the rain and I would have slept in!


    She gestured outside at the clouds, which had decided to dump onest time before giving up. Ryoka eyed the Centauress. She had a light shirt on her upper half, concealing the ce where her waist met the horse parts. Her lower half was bare today, although Ryoka had seen Chay wearing a half-skirt or full dress that covered her horse bits. She eyed the street, but it was toote. Chay smiled at the [Innkeeper], who gave her a polite smile of her own.


    Fair day to you as well, Chay. How was your sleep?


    Good. Thanks for the extra pillows. My legs were hurting from the ground yesterday. Ooh! Foods already out?


    She eagerly trotted over to the buffet and inspected it.


    Just what I wanted. Ryoka, stick around. I want to eat first.


    The Asian girl groaned. Chay <em>never</em> woke up this early. Both times before shed been up in thete morning. But after a second of staring out of the inn, she closed the door and walked back to the buffet. Miss Iglesias gave Ryoka a sympathetic smile.


    Hey, Chay. Good to see you. Im probably leaving today


    Thats fine. Ill run with you to the Guild. Hey, you want this?


    The Centauress waved a bowl and Ryoka saw what she was eating for breakfast. It was a bowl of boiled, steaming


    Oats. As nd as licking wheat seasoned with white rice on top of unsalted porridge with a bit of whole-grain bread for that rare contrast in vor. Ryoka and Miss Iglesias watched as Charley happily filled a bowl with the stuff and added some grains of brown sugar and bits of pepper kes.


    Ryoka resigned herself to another helping and took about four times what Charley had to add to a lovely browned sausage with some eggs. She liked the vor and the pepper wasnt so much hot as sweet to her pte. But Chay blew out her cheeks halfway through her bowl.


    <em>Hot!</em> This is spicy stuff, Miss Iglesias! You should warn people or they might get indigestion!


    The Human woman raised her eyebrows, but only nodded and took Chays suggestion under advisement. Ryoka waited as Chay ate one bowl, then another, and coughed.


    I need to be going


    Whats the hurry? Im done, I guess. Good food, Miss Iglesias. Thanks for putting it out for me.


    The Centauress craned her upper body to speak to the woman while her horse half shuffled around towards the door. Miss Iglesias pulled a chair out of the way; Ryoka just stood back. Chay was bigger than Calruz, both in height and body. And in a building built for Humans, she was like an elephant. Or a horse.


    Not a problem my dear. Will you want supper? Or lunch?


    Chay shook her head impatiently.


    Im done. And Ive paid my room; I dont know if Ill be back, but Im packed up. Lets go, Ryoka.


    She trotted towards the door without even saying goodbye. Ryoka went back to Miss Iglesias and shook her hand again.


    Thank you again, Miss Iglesias.


    Best of luck, Ryoka dear. And you too, Chay.


    Oh. Yeah. Thanks!


    The Centauress turned her upper half, nearly out of the door. Ryoka sighed and followed her. She found the Centauress outside, stretching.


    Good food, right? I like staying at the Roses Retreat. It doesnt have stairs and Miss Chay gets oats just for me. You liked it?


    Yup. It was great.


    Awesome. Stay away from me. I dont need you throwing up on me again.


    Ryoka paused as she stretched out her own legs. The Centauress smirked at her. She worked in the region around Walta as a well-known City Runner. And she was good at her job; so good that Ryoka had given up trying to lose her. Now the Centauress pointed in the direction of the Runners Guild.


    Come on, lets run to the Guild. The streets arent that wet and the rains stopped. Last one there is a mule!


    So saying, she took off. Ryoka watched her go and kept stretching; after three dozen feet, the Centauress noticed Ryoka wasnt following and galloped back. She scowled at the young woman.


    Slowpoke. Afraid to race me?


    Im stretching. And Im not racing.


    Afraid Ill beat you again?


    Ryoka sighed.


    Youre a <em>Centaur</em>. I dont race things with four legs.


    Thats not what you saidst time. Or the time before that. Come on, afraid Ill beat you a third time?


    The young woman refused to rise to the bait. She took off running with a slow, contained pace, and after a moment, Chay followed her. Then at least, Ryoka had some peace. She ran down the streets of Walta, still slick with rain and deserted for the moment. The rains had kept everyone indoors, and so the two female Runners proceeded down the street at a quick jog by Ryokas standards.


    As they ran, Ryoka admired the city of Walta where she had been staying. She would be sorry to say goodbye to it. The streets were smoothed, and one in three buildings that Ryoka passed had ss instead of shutters. The city was lovely, like Amsterdam, but minus the canals and water. It was one of the most modern cities Ryoka had visited, aside from Invrisil, and the reason behind that was because Walta was about twice or three times as rich as Reizmelt.


    Youre so slow.


    Chayined as her hooves ttered across the stones. Ryoka sighed. She couldnt even admire the city in peace. Not that she was one for admiration anyways; two more seconds and shed have gotten bored. She looked at Chay as her arms pumped at her sides; the Centauress was folding her arms and eying Ryoka as her legs easily kept pace.


    That was another thing Ryoka had learned about Centaurs recently; because they could run and do things independently with their horse and human halves, they loved to chat while running. It was harder for Ryoka who was running with her entire body, but she could still respond.


    I just ate. Youre a horse.


    <em>Centauress.</em> Dont be rude.


    Sorry, my mistake. Youre so different.


    Chay bared her teeth, much like an angry horse would.


    We are! Were intelligent, <em>leveling</em> creatures. Not like animals at all! Are you a monkey?


    Fairly close. Ill acknowledge the link and resemnce. Youre even closer. Half your body is horse. Its pretty much the same thing.


    The Centauress turned scarlet. Ryoka grinned to herselftheir rtionship was already well established by this point too. Chay was easy to annoy. The Centauress snorted angrily as she ran ahead of Ryoka.


    It is <em>not</em> the same thing. Do you think Im like one of those things?


    She pointed down the street. Ryoka saw the rider and shifted left. Chay made room and the rider rode down the right side of the street. He was riding a roan, a quite energetic one. It whickered as the two Runners ran past; Chay flipped it off. The rider looked affronted, so Chay cupped her hands and shouted back at him.


    Not you, the horse!


    What was that about?


    Ryoka stared at Chay. The Centauress folded her arms.


    He was checking me out. Damn animals.


    You understood that horse? And youre seriously saying youre that different from them?


    Chay looked nk.


    Obviously I can understand them. Theyre <em>animals.</em> Its not hard. You cant understand monkeys? Thats your problem. Im pretty sure they can understand me.


    Ihavent actually met that many monkeys.


    Huh. I guess Izril doesnt have that many. I saw them all the time in parts of Baleros. Hey! Whatre <em>you</em> looking at?


    The female Centaur snapped at another riders horse passing by. Ryoka just shook her head. The streets were filling, and a good number of riders were filling it. More than average; Walta was a horse-city, catering towards treatment of the animals, saddles, stables, training, breeding, and more. The horses Walta produced were of a superior stock than most; if you wanted to get a proper warhorse or even a good riding horse, youd look for a Walta horse ore to the city itself.


    Horses. In a world where automobiles and mass-transport were wagons, they were incredibly valuable. Theyd made Walta and Lady Bethal rich. These were hernds after all, and Ryoka had stayed in the city after making Bethals emergency delivery alerting her people of the rift between her and a number of factions in Izril. She was at warin a political and to some degree, real sensebut the city was peaceful still.


    Chay, you know I work around Reizmelt normally. I might be going back there today.


    Ryoka decided to broach the subject atst. The Centauress snorted.


    You might. Or, you might take that very lucrative delivery down south. Where was it again?


    I thought personal deliveries were supposed to be personal. So what if I do? Its none of your business. Why have you been dogging me for three days? Do you like me that much?


    <em>Hah!</em> Dont make meugh. Im just scoping out mypetition. Everyones making a fuss about your little run from Reizmelt to Walta; Im not impressed. You might have a few unique Skills, but lets remember who the better Runner is here.


    Me?


    <em>Me!</em> Dont get overconfident, Ryoka. Im a well-known City Runner around here. I have a nickname! Dustrider Chay. I earned it after running in this area for two years.


    I have a nickname too


    The Centauress red at Ryoka as they turned left down a street.


    Shut up! See, thats your problem, Ryoka. Youre infringing on my turf. And my theme.


    Your theme.


    Thats right. I was doing this first, so I have dibs on the dust theme. I dont mind you being the Wind Runner, but if people call you Duststorm Ryokajust because you can make a bigger cloud, doesnt mean you get to take my nickname! Im the Dustrider! Dustrider Chay!


    For emphasis, Chay pped her chest. Ryoka just stared at her. She could have sworn Chay was her age, maybe a bit younger. But the way she actedRyoka thought about being the adult, but it was too tempting.


    I hear they call you Dusty Charlie.


    The Centauress face went scarlet. Ryoka had tough. She saw Chay stiffen, then gallop ahead. If she had a horses ears, Ryoka was sure they would have been t. Chay widened the gap between her and Ryoka until she was right in front of the girl and Ryoka wondered if shed take off to the guild or just do that the entire rest of the way. Instead, the Centauress shouted.


    <em>[Spray Hoof]!</em>


    No, dont you d


    Ryoka shouted in outrage, but it was toote. One of Chays hooves kicked backwards, striking a handy clump of exposed earth on the street where a cobblestone had been uprooted. Normally shed kick up a cloud of dust, hence her name. This time though, the result was a huge stter of mud and water.


    Gah! <em>Damn it, Chay!</em>


    The young Human woman stopped as the mud sttered her front and face. She wiped at it and Chay trotted back, looking smug.


    Dont insult me, Pukey. You threw up on me, remember? As far as Im concerned, this is the least you deserve.


    Ryoka gritted her teeth. Then her eyes widened. She pointed.


    Oh shit. Is that a snake on the ground?


    <em>Gyaaaaah!</em>


    The Centauress <em>jumped</em> and ran screaming from what was, in fact, a line of horse crap. She turned to Ryoka, shaking.


    Dont joke about that! Snakes <em>arent funny!</em>


    Ryoka chuckled as she wiped the worst of the muck off her face. Chay red and Ryoka stepped back in case she tried to bite. The two regarded each other in the damp street. Ryoka sighed.


    Now Im dirty. Truce?


    Fine. Truce. Here.


    Chay tossed something at Ryoka. The young woman blinked.


    What is it?


    Drying stone. Use it on the mud. Itll probably get all of it. Dont worry if it runs out; theyre cheap.


    Thanks.


    Ryoka did just that. The stone didnt break or disintegrate, and she handed it back. The two ran on. Chay huffed as she ran next to Ryoka.


    I cant believe youre so mean to me. All the time! And I was nice to you even though you were so rude at the start.


    Im an awful person. You should know that by now.


    Chay hesitated.


    Well, youre better than a lot of other Humans. No one elsell talk to me, much less talk back. Half of you lot are too scared to talk! The other half just act like Im an idiot, orweird.


    I dont think there are many Centaurs on Izril.


    There arent. But its not like <em>Im </em>rare. There are just too many Humans! Were all over the ce in Baleros, especially the middle. The souths mostly Lizardfolk and Gazers in the jungles. And Humans. You lot get everywhere. And the north is too cold for anyone but Duhans.


    But not many on Izril, right?


    Nope. And its a shame. Izril has these lovely t ces, especially in the north. If it wasnt for the need to cross the ocean on <em>boats</em>, I think there would be tens of thousands of us here.


    The Centauress shuddered. Ryoka regarded her thoughtfully. Three days had taught Ryoka a lot about Chay, if only because the Centauress had stuck to her like glue. She had a horses pte for nd foods; she couldnt handle spices and she went absolutely nuts for salty, savory stuff. She was afraid of snakes, had a temper, got seasick just staring at a bathtub


    Oh, and she held grudges.


    You know, if you didnt keep insulting how fast I ran and calling me the Puke Runner, or Pukey, or Ryoka the Vomitter, Id be nicer to you.


    Chay turned her head and red.


    You threw up. On me. Wheres my apology?


    Lying somewhere on the road with thest fourteen apologies I gave you. Will you give it a rest? Why are you really following me? Its not for the fun. Dont you have a job to do? You havent made one delivery since I got here.


    I dont have to take jobs all the time. Im a sessful City Runner. What, do you spend all your coin after each delivery in the taverns<em>?</em>


    No


    Then whats the problem? Jeeze, why are you so rude? Youre the rudest Human Ive met, you know. And that includes a lot of my clients!


    Ryoka sighed. Waltas Runners Guild appeared on the edge of the city atst. It was sprawling, and had a stable attacheda lot of the local Runners used horses. It wasnt economical for a lot of Runners, but the city was good for horses and there was a lot of nd around. Chay trotted in first, and didnt hold the door open for Ryoka. To be fair, it wouldve been hard with her body shape, but she was at the [Receptionist]s desk, pawing the floorboards when Ryoka walked over.


    Were here! Hey Jilta! Ryokas here to take that personal request!


    Chay called out loudly. Ryoka sighed as some of the Runners in the Guild looked up. Shed met a lot of them thest two days and some waved at her in a friendly way. She waved and smiled back and was grateful for Chays presence for the first time; but for her and the others might havee over to talk to her.


    It was true that Ryokas run had been noted, if not by the entire world than by the local Runners and those interested in such things. Her run hadnt been the fastest, but it had been for a [Lady] of renown and Ryoka had beaten a number of groups aiming to intercept her. It hadnt been easy; Ryoka had paid a price for using so many potions and calling on the wind. But shed done it and the fruits of her rewards was the attention she gathered. And Chay following her.


    The [Receptionist] at the desk sighed as Ryoka stepped up. She gave Chay a sharp look that the Centauress innocently returned.


    Chay! You cant announce things like that on Ryokas behalf, much less publicly! There are rules, you know!


    I could do it in Baleros. They didnt care there. Besides, everyone knows you can get information for free from the [Brokers].


    Not in <em>this</em> Guild. If youre not in line, step back. Runners get privacy.


    What? But I


    <em>Back</em>, Chay.


    The [Receptionist] pointed. Grumbling, Chay did retreat until she probably couldnt hear what was being said at the desk. The [Receptionist] watched her sharply and the Centauress innocently turned her head. The woman at the counter had dealt with the Centauress before, that was clear from the long-suffering sigh she let out. She looked at Ryoka apologetically.


    Im sorry, Miss Griffin. Is she still following you about?


    Its fine.


    The [Receptionist], Jilta, the same woman whod helped Ryoka on the first day by making her puke the potions that were poisoning her and getting the Knights of the Rose, gave Ryoka a rueful smile.


    Shell get bored in time. She just<em>fixates</em> on other City Runners, especially female ones around her age and level. Shes verypetitive. Now, can I help you? Are you going to take the request from yesterday? The sender is ah, waiting on a reply.


    Jilta said it delicately, but Ryoka knew she was very interested. As interested as Chay had been; the Centauress had bugged Ryoka all about it yesterday. A personal request? With money backed by two [Lords]? Asking Ryoka to deliver a handful of potions to Riverfarm?


    It made no sense. But Ryoka, who knew who the real sender was, had thought it over hardst night. Laken Godart had asked her for help, and after thinking it over, there was only one real answer she could give. She slowly nodded.


    Ithink I will.


    She had a lot to say to Laken and he had a lot to exin, but visiting Riverfarm was essential in either case. Jilta nodded sharply, and reached under the counter.


    Very well. Its a priority delivery although theres no time frame on it; I have er, six healing potions and three stamina potions here.


    She offered Ryoka a satchel. The Runner pulled out her bag of holding.


    Ive got a bag.


    Ah, well, ce them insideyoull need to deliver them straight to Lady Rie Valerund. Theyrejust generic potions we bought from the local [Alchemist]. The request <em>did</em> say to do that, but


    Jilta looked at Ryoka, and only her professionalism kept her from asking the obvious. Who paid that much gold to get a bunch of potions you could get anywhere? The answer had to be that it was either something that had to be delivered personallya message or secret item with the potionsor the Runner herself. Ryoka smiled and didnt exin.


    Ill get it there as fast as I can. Can I see a map?


    Of course.


    The [Receptionist] pulled one out. Ryoka studied the route to Riverfarm; it was south of Walta and Bethalsnds, southwest of Invrisil, a bit ofnd in the shadow of a small mountain not imed by any noble house. The Valerund family, whose [Lady] was apparently at Riverfarm, had a small area of influence, but they were a days journey away from Riverfarm.


    Looks straight enough. Ill be going through this marshI hate marshes. But aside from that, its straight. Thanks, Ill head out right away.


    Ryoka nodded at Jilta. The [Receptionist] smiled.


    Of course. If you want toe back this way, I can do the confirmation. But of course, anyrge Runners Guild can handle it. Even so, wed be happy to see you here again, Miss Griffin. Youve been the talk of the Guild since your dramatic delivery.


    Ryoka felt her face heat up. Jilta was in herte twenties, a former Runner herself. Ryoka didnt recall much of what had happened when shed staggered into the Guildshe recalled throwing up on Chay, and the Centauress reminded her of that every few secondsbut she also remembered Jilta helping her puke onto the floor. Ryoka cleared her throat.


    Im really grateful for all the help. I was an imposition, with the wind, the sand


    Jilta waved that away.


    It was a request from Lady Walchas. And this is my job. As I said, youre wee back here. And youre easier to deal with than


    She nodded at Chay. Ryoka grinned and ducked her head.


    Thanks again.


    She turned to go and jumped. Someone else was waiting in line with Chay. Only, this woman wasnt a Runner. A woman in bright pink armor with a shock of grey in her ck hair nodded to Ryoka as she tucked her helmet under one arm. Ryoka stared at the Knight of the Petal as Chay blinked and stepped out of the way. The Runners in the Guild and Jilta looked up. There was a flurry of bows as the [Knight] strode forwards. The woman halted in front of Ryoka and offered her a slight formal bow.


    Miss Griffin. Good morning to you.


    Dame Truvia. Uhhow can I help you?


    Ryoka recognized one of the senior Knights of the Petal, one of the protectors of Walta. Dame Truvia was a Knight of the Petal, like the others that Ryoka had met. Lady Bethals personal order of [Knights]. They garnered a lot of respect from Waltas citizens, but also in general; the Knights of the Petal were a fairly powerful order of [Knights] for their size, or so Ryoka gathered. Her presence certainly had an effect on the rest of the guild. Jilta bowed again.


    Dame Truvia! Im terribly sorry to keep you waiting. Were just openinghow can I help you?


    She was poised, ready to attend to any of the [Knight]s needs at once. Truvia smiled, her stern face warming slightly.


    I have no need of your assistance, Miss Griffin. Nor do I need to ce an order, Miss Receptionist. I am simply here to check up on Miss Ryokas condition.


    With me?


    Ryoka blinked. Chay was staring behind her. Truvia nodded.


    Lady Bethal was most impressed with your run, especially thespectacle of it. She ordered me to check up on you before you left.


    Thats kind of her. Er, Lady Bethal was very generous. If she has any other requests, I would be happy to take them.


    Ryoka bowed awkwardly. Sending a [Knight] just to see if she was well was strange. But Bethal Walchas defined the word. Ryoka distinctly recalled the woman. Passionate and strange barely described her. Truvia nodded, looking Ryoka up and down.


    Im sure Lady Bethal will remember you. It is just a formality. Forgive me for imposing.


    She bowed to Ryoka and Jilta. There was something so graceful about her humility. Impressive too; the woman was almost everything Ryoka wanted to be at her age of aroundforty? Fifty? Except for the pink.


    Not at all, Dame Truvia. Its an honor to have you in the Guild. Can I offer you refreshments? Anything else?


    Jilta was fussing over the woman, looking star-struck as if Truvia were a minor celebrity. Whichshe was. Ryoka stepped back, and Chay trotted forwards. Breathless, the Centauress held out a hand.


    Dame Truvia? Dustrider Charley, at your service. Im the best Runner in Walta, and if you have any needs,<em> any </em>at all


    Truvia turned politely to Chay, barely blinking over the Centauress. Ryoka saw Jiltas face color and the [Receptionist] chased Chay away. Chay trotted back, looking hurt.


    Im just making an impression. Sheesh! No one else in this Guild does it, but why not?


    I think thats another thing they do in Baleros but not here.


    Hah. Baleros is more open. Heres too much about etiquette. I could talk to a Named Adventurer or famous leader of a Company in Baleros. Okay, maybe not Marian if I saw her, but thats different.


    Chay huffed as she watched Truvia speaking with Jilta and a few Runners whod decided to follow Chay forwards. She stared at the Rose Knights armor, clearly impressed. Then she bumped Ryoka with her hindquarters.


    One of Lady Bethals <em>personal </em>[Knights], here just to make sure you didnt sprain an ankle. And you got to do a delivery for her! You got lucky. If <em>I</em> was there, Id have done the run in half the time and without half as much puke!


    Yeah, yeah. Youre not that much faster.


    Ryoka red at Chay. She hated to admit it, but the Centauress really was faster than her. Chay refused to be cated though. She tossed her head again and stamped a hoof.


    Not that much faster? Im <em>twice</em> as fast as you. Just check the rankings! Any [Broker] could tell you how good you are, if youre important. I am. I suppose you are now. But Im still better. You <em>barely</em> qualify for Courier rank and you were out for two days recovering after that! Im well faster.


    I know the rankings.


    Ryoka folded her arms. She hadnt known theyd existed until Fierre told her about them. And shed seen the ones Jilta kept as a [Receptionist].


    It says your endurance needs work. And you have a lowerbat ranking than me.


    Thats just


    The two were pleasantly bickering as Ryoka walked towards the door. Then the door opened and let another Runner in. At least, Ryoka assumed it was a Runner. A young woman with a shock of light blue hair walked into the Guild. That caught Ryokas eye first. The hair color. Then she took in the entire young woman and blinked.


    The woman was in herte-twenties, had blue hair, a hat, and robes. Her hat was slightly pointed, but angled, swooping off to a point behind her. And both her robes and hat were that of a [Mage]. But her body, the way she walked, all spoke to Ryoka of someone who was athletic. Her corneas were a bright, pale pink.


    She was <em>striking.</em> But there was one other reason Ryoka stared. She felt a strange <em>tugging</em> at her chest, almost like the sense that told her the wind wouldnt obey any of hermands today unless Ryoka really <em>pushed</em>. It was odd, unfamiliar


    The young woman walked into the guild and noticed Ryoka and Chay in her way. Rather than walk past them she stopped and stared. There was nothing apologetic or furtive about the way she did it, she just stopped and looked both up and down.


    So youre the Wind Runner, huh? Interesting. And heres Chay, already following you about. Hi, horse-girl. Anything interesting about?


    The introduction caught Ryoka off-guard. She winced, expecting Chay to have a snappy response, but the Centauress froze.


    AAlevica! II wasnt doing anything. I was just talking with Ryoka.


    The strange new Runner eyed Chay as the Centauress backed up and tried to hide behind Ryoka. She had a piercing stare and when she smiledChay grabbed Ryokas shoulder and Ryoka felt the Centauress hands shaking slightly.


    Fine. Hey, you <em>are</em> the Wind Runner, right? You feel like the wind.


    Surprised, Ryoka turned back to the stranger. Shed assumed her face was known, but perhaps not.


    Thats me.


    The names Alevica. City Runner, like you. I hear youre good. Slow, but you conjured a storm. I saw it. Lets get along.


    The hand was slim, but strong when Ryoka grasped it. And Alevicas smile seemed genuine. Although there was a reserve thereshe wasnt challenging or anything. Ryoka almost thought shed like Alevicas boldness and the clear way she gave no care to how others saw her. Chay trembling behind Ryoka gave her pause.


    Of course. Im on a job, but if I see you around, Id love to talk.


    Sure. Something like that.


    Alevica nodded. Then she looked at Chay, grinned, tugged on her hat, and walked past the two.


    Ill see both of you around. Its a small continent.


    She strode up to the counter, past Truvia and the other Runners, all of whom drew back at the sight of her. Jilta looked up sharply and Ryoka noted her wary expression as well. She pointed at Alevicas back.


    Whos that, Chay?


    Alevica. Dont point! And dont say anything bad about her!


    Why? Is she some hotshot Runner?


    Ryoka didnt see it. Alevica looked fit, but her calves didnt speak of a runner to her. But she did have good ears. She turned her head and grinned as Jilta fumbled with something at the desk. Chay whispered as she tried to pull Ryoka further back.


    Shes really good. <em>Really</em> good.


    Better than you, the best City Runner in Walta?


    At the desk, Alevica burst outughing. It was loud and mocking. The other Runners looked uneasy. Chay paled. She whispered in Ryokas ear.


    Dont <em>quote </em>me! That was a boast! Are you stupid? Shes faster than you <em>or</em> me in short distance travel. And she has the levels and Skills to be a Courier. But theres more to passing the Runners Guild tests than just <em>speed.</em> Obviously.


    Even scared, Chay still managed to find a way to be insulting. Ryoka blinked. That good? And if Chay said sowhy was she so afraid? She whispered to the Centauress.


    Whats holding her back?


    Chay stared at Ryoka.


    The fact that its <em>Alevica?</em> You really havent heard of her? Shes famous around all the local Guilds! Reizmelt has to know of her!


    I dont keep up on other Runners.


    Well, remember <em>her!</em> Alevicas one of the least-trusted Runners, even though shes a good one. She opens mail, threatens other Runnersand shell throw away important packages rather than deliver them if the client insults her! She could be a low-tier Courier, but you have to be sponsored to be a Courier and no Courier or any of the local Guildmasters will vouch for her.


    Ryoka whistled. That was exactly the kind of Runner she didnt want to be. The ones with the lowest-reputations almost never got personal requests, or if they did, they were shady and dangerous. On the other hand, you could make good money doing what Alevica apparently didif you didnt mind attracting the wrath of your clientele. But from the way Alevica turned and grinned at Chay, she didnt mind the rumors about her.


    At the desk, Jilta was fumbling with a paper. She didnt look happy, but she eventually nodded and pulled something out. Ryoka blinked as she recognized a metal box, sealed with a magical lock. Jilta looked at Alevica.


    We do have one Steel-box delivery. Its worth eighteen gold coins and seven silver if you manage it. The penalty is double, but


    Ill take it.


    Alevica interrupted Jilta and casually reached into a pouch. She pulled out gold coins and began counting them onto the counter, carelessly. Ryoka and Chay stared.


    A Steel-box delivery?


    I didnt know we had one. Im d though; Im not paying that price! It must be a dangerous request!


    Ryoka nodded slowly. Steel-box deliveries were a form of request shed been introduced to in the north. Sometimes someone wanted something delivered, but the cost of it being intercepted was too high and they might be wary about Runners risking their wrath. So what any citizen could do was post a high price on a delivery, but require a Runner to put their own gold on the line by way of insurance. If Alevica failed this delivery, shed have to pay double the fee for sess.


    Naturally, this was a high-stakes delivery and the Runners Guilds usually demanded to know what was worth the risk. Steel-box deliveries werent often picked up and usually only confident or desperate City Runners or Couriers would take them. Alevica was clearly the former; she grabbed the box and headed for the door before Jilta had exined more than the destination.


    Wait, Alevica! The dangers


    Dont know, dont care. Just have my gold when I get back.


    The City Runner tipped her hat and shed Jilta a mocking smile. The [Receptionist] stopped, frowning, but she let Alevica go. Ryoka was impressed. She didnt like the risk aspect of Steel-box deliveries. You put not only your reputation, but your own money on the line. And any delivery from a Steel-box delivery was guaranteed to have some peril on it.


    As if she could read Ryokas mind, Alevica stopped and looked at the City Runner. She tapped the metal box with one hand.


    If youve the guts, try taking on one of these. The pays good, and sometimes its worth more not to deliver. Well see with this, wont we?


    Runner Alevica! Youre obligated to obey the Runners Guild rules


    Jiltas voice fell on deaf ears. Alevica strode out the door with the box under one arm. Chay stared from behind Ryoka until she was gone, and then exhaled slowly.


    Wow. Shes the one person I didnt want to meet today. Lets get going before she decides toe back and cast a spell on us all or something.


    Cast a spell? Hold on, Im going on my delivery. Sorry, Chay, but this is where we part. Itll take me days to get to my destination, and if Im back in the area, we can meet again


    Ryoka blinked, and tried to walk towards the door. But the Centauress, suddenly bold and bothersome again, just snorted.


    What? No. Im bored, so Iming with you. Ill keep youpany. Two Runners are better than one, right?


    She trotted towards the door to the Guild. Ryoka stared at her.


    You want to follow me?


    Yup. I want to see you actually run. Come on, wherere we going? And for who? You can tell me when were on the way if Jilta


    Chay winced as the [Receptionist] strode around her desk. Jilta waved a finger as the Centauress danced backwards.


    Miss Chay, you cannot follow another Runner on her request, especially not a personal delivery!


    But Jilta


    Youve bothered Ryoka Griffin enough. Your behavior reflects on Waltas Guild, and if you follow her, Ill issue you a penalty


    Its fine.


    Ryokas voice made both Centaur and Human turn. Jilta blinked at Ryoka.


    Miss Griffin, you dont have to amodate Chay. I dont care how Baleros does things, but here


    No, its fine, Jilta. I dont think my client will mind. And Ill take somepany for the road.


    Ryoka looked at Chay. The Centauress looked delighted, and then instantly tilted her head up and looked superior.


    Im only doing it because I want to see how good you are, Ryoka. And to prove that I can outrun you any day of the week.


    Im sure.


    The tone needled Ryoka, but shed caught the look on Chays face. So had Jilta. The [Receptionist] pursed her lips, but slowly nodded.


    If youre fine with it, Miss Ryoka. But Im warning you, Charley. If Miss Ryokains or ims you interfered with her in any way


    Im just running with her! Itll be fine.


    The Centauress rolled her eyes. She trotted towards Ryoka and the Runner nodded. They were heading towards the doors atst when ast person stopped them. Dame Truvia. She approached the two and put her helmet on.


    Youre leaving on a delivery, Miss Griffin? Allow me to apany you.


    Chays jaw dropped. Ryoka blinked up at the pink [Knight].


    Me? But why?


    The older [Knight] smiled as she raised the visor to her helmet.


    Lady Bethal also bade me to ride with you. She would not wish you to suffer injury on hernds.


    But I


    Ryoka stared at Truvia, thought of Bethal, and then gave up. This <em>was</em> overkill, but Ryoka didnt want to waste any more time. Chay trotted out and the two saw that Truvias horse was already being led out of the stables. The horse had pink armor, like the rider. Chay shook her head.


    You are <em>so</em> lucky. Ive been trying to get a request from Lady Walchas myself! Apparently she tips really wend now you get an escort?


    Will you be riding with us all the way, Dame Truvia?


    Ryoka called to the [Knight]. Dame Truvia mounted up in one motion and nodded down at Ryoka. Her voice was slightly muffled, but entirely distinct.


    As far as the outskirts of Walchasnds, or if an incident takes me. I am on patrol. Dont trouble yourself however; set whatever pace you please. Ill keep up.


    The nonchnt air of the [Knight] as she sat on her horse in full armor made Ryoka raise her brows and Chay snort. The Centaur and Human Runners looked at each other. A [Knight] was one thing, but this? This was their job. They grinned at each other.


    Nice and slow them, right Chay?


    Sure. Hey, can you use your wind-thing? You can conjure a breeze, right?


    Ryoka hesitated. She looked up. The wind was still blowing hard. The rain had stopped, but Ryoka still felt it. It was angry, wildwhy? Ryoka reached for it, and finally understood.


    Ah, that was it. Out there, somewhere, someone was trying to control the wind. And it was <em>pissed.</em>


    Nope. Feels like a [Weather Mage] or someones doing something to the wind. Its out of my control today. Or rather, I wouldnt risk it.


    Shed tried it once on a day like today. The wind had thrown her into a wagon. Chay shrugged, her hair blowing in the strong gusts.


    Maybe its Alevica. Shes got a lot of weird abilities. Fine. Your legs still work without your wind?


    All the time. Were heading south. Dame Truvia, you can keep up?


    After you.


    The [Knight] watched as Ryoka lowered herself into a Runners starting position. Chay just tensed. The two took off like a shot, racing down the street, startling Truvias horse. She calmed it, andughed as the two Runners raced out of the city. Then she dug her heels into her horses side and it raced after the two.


    -


    Ryoka ran out of Walta with Chay by her side. She raced across the outskirts, the suburbs that had sprung out around the city, and across wide, tnd devoted to farnd, or pastures for the horses.


    Walta, no, thends of Lady Bethal Walchas, were rich. It reminded Ryoka of a true medieval world, only with less poverty and more Arthurian romance. A world, a time that had never truly existed in her world as far as Ryoka knew. But it existed here.


    [Farmers] tending fields as prosperous as, if not as scrumptious as the corn fields tended to by Farmer Lupp, looked up as Ryoka and Chay raced down the road. They waved at the Runners, amused by thepetition and Chay heckling Ryoka as she maintained a horses length of lead on the Human girl. Then they bowed or cheered the Knight of the Petal, Dame Truvia as she calmly followed the two Runners.


    She was <em>fast! </em>Dame Truvia had a Skill that allowed her to keep pace with Chay and Ryoka despite the armor. Or her horse was magical. Or simply a superior breed. Ryoka was the slowest of the three, and she slowed the breakneck run as soon as it became clear that she wasnt about to lose Truvia. Chay slipped into an even run beside Ryoka and they just enjoyed running. It was what they did.


    Thends of House Walchas passed Ryoka by, green and verdant, growing from the spring rains. Ryoka saw people looking up and waving at hernot just at Chay and Truvia. They recognized her.


    Thats the Wind Runner! Hey you! Dont blow any more dirt into my fields! And do something about this wind, will you?


    A [Farmer] raised her hoe as Ryoka passed by. The young woman raised a hand, slightly embarrassed, and Chay waved with both arms as well. Ryoka had passed down this same road on her way to Waltathrough a few fields too. At the time, shed been so tired she hadnt noticed, but shed dragged a dust storm through any number of farms and down roadseven through a vige! Part of thest few days had beening out here and apologizing for the destruction, even offering payment.


    Shed expected the people to be furious, and they were. But one line saved Ryoka from a lynch mob. It was for Lady Bethal. Suddenly, the people were all too happy to take Ryokas coin, even congratte her on the run. It was incredible, but the [Lady] was beloved. As one furious [Shepherd] had said whilst his dusty herd of sheep had to be bathed and their wool,bed, that changed things.


    If its Lady Walchas, then its fine. House Walchas has always been good to us folk. They paid for medicine with the Redvein gue two decades back, fought for us during the Sacrifice of Rosesany bastards whod smirch Lady Bethals name Ill personally put an arrow through. Just let them try to attack hernds!


    And hed meant it. The Knights of the Petal had gone to war for their [Lady]s honor and the people of Lady Bethalsnds had immediately refused to do business with anyone whod sent Bethal a rose. It was incredible actually, for Ryoka to see that much loyalty. But Bethal was beloved, for her flights of fancy as much as how she treated her folk.


    Speaking of whichRyoka and Chay paused as they ran towards a more popted stretch of road. They didnt need to run on the road, but Dame Truvia was clearing a path for them. Pedestrians and travellers moved over to let the [Knight] race after the Runners, unimpeded.


    Walchasndsy at one of the natural routes going north, towards First Landing. If Reizmelt was a local hub, one of the crossroads near Walta was a major one, and the wide road had hundreds of people and wagons moving up it. Ryoka stared at the huge flow of traffic, but Chay just pointed.


    Well cut across there and run south. Just dont block anyone. Its easy, see?


    There were five City Runners running up the road that Ryoka could see, one of whom turned towards Walta at the crossroads. Ryoka noddedand then spotted something else.


    A [Knight] in a golden suit of armor painted with silver was slowly riding up the highway. Hed stopped once to address a family in a wagon, and he had a shield and mace strapped to his side. Ryoka blinked and pointed out the armored man to Chay.


    Whats that?


    Just a patrolling [Knight]. What, are there none around Reizmelt?


    Im from further south. Celum.


    Oh, right. Well, you see them around here. They help get rid of [Thieves], patrol roadstheyre great if you get into trouble, unless the trouble gets <em>them.</em>


    Chay shrugged. Ryoka hesitated. So they were like roaming police officers? This worlds version of a patrol car? She opened her mouth to ask another question and heard a voice from behind her.


    Ryoka Griffin.


    Ryoka turned. Dame Truvia was frowning at the [Knight] in gold. She lowered her visor and her pink-d horse pawed the ground. Truvia reached for a holsterednce and nodded to Ryoka.


    Ah. I fear this is as far as I take you, Runner Ryoka. I bid you a safe journey, but I cannot apany you to the edge of Walchasnds. That is a [Knight] in service to House Averin. I recognize the colors. I must address him.


    Address?


    Ryoka stared nkly at Truvia, and then she remembered. One of the ck flowers hade from


    Truvia rode past Ryoka, picking up speed. Chay chortled and trotted back to watch; Truvia rode straight at the [Knight] and the traffic on the road parted to give her a wide space. People leaned out of their wagons, or stopped on the road, sensing what was about to happen.


    <em>[Knight] of House Averin! Hold your ground!</em>


    Dame Truvia roared across the highway. The gold-armored [Knight] looked up and raised a hand. He called back towards Truvia.


    What seems to be the matter, Lady Knight?


    His voice was conversational, friendly, even. Ryoka winced. Like the irei Knights, this one hadnt gotten the message about the flowers, or he hadnt understood the import. Truvias voice was loud enough for everyone in a hundred paces to hear clearly.


    Your order has insulted and cast false usations against the name of House Walchas and Lady Bethal, whom I serve! This insult cannot stand! The Knights of the Petal ride to theirdys honor, and until our grievance is met, House Averin is our sworn enemy!


    She pointed hernce with one hand at the startled [Knight]s chest.


    Sir, I challenge you! Put up your shield, or retreat!


    With that, she kicked her horse into a trot, and then a gallop, picking up steam and surging behind her shield. Ryoka could see the Averin [Knight] do a double-take. He swung his horse around, and raised a hand as he fumbled for his own equipment.


    Waitwhat did youwait, <em>wait!</em>


    Chay danced in front of Ryoka and the Runner swore.


    Chay, I cant see!


    She shoved at the Centaur, but Chay was, again, over a thousand pounds and all Ryoka managed to do was push herself back. She stepped around the Centaur and heard Truvia hit the Averin [Knight] along with a roar from the spectators.


    Ryoka heard a <em>crash</em>, a horses scream, and finally got around Chay, who was dancing with excitement. She saw the Averin [Knight] lying on the ground as Dame Truvia strode towards him.


    <em>Dead gods, </em>are you mad? Were both [Knights]! I have no quarrel with you!


    He screamed up at her. Dame Truvia grabbed her weapon; she didnt carry a sword or shield, but a spear to go with thence.


    <em>There is no excuse for dishonor! Draw your sword, ser!</em>


    She charged, and the Averin [Knight] swore and grabbed his mace. Ryoka decided that was enough and started running, watching the battle as the two warriors, one dressed in gold and silver, the other pink, began dueling along the highway. Ryoka ran south, past the traffic jam and people calling out to ask what had happened up ahead. The <em>sh </em>echoing behind the two Runners made Ryoka wince. The Centauress just smiled.


    I like the people living around here. It reminds me of home.


    Its certainlyfun.


    Ryoka had to smile as they ran ahead. The two Runners passed further down the road, calling out to the people shouting warily to know if there was danger ahead what was going down. The wagons couldnt move off the road, but any number of people hopped down or walked or rode ahead to see. The fight between the [Knights] was certainly something Ryoka wanted to see, but she had a job to do.


    And Riverfarm and LakenRyokas mood grew less exuberant. Yes, she had a debt to pay, but to whom and how, she had no idea. She just wanted to see the trouble Laken had hinted about. After that


    <em>Ryoka!</em>


    Ahead of her, Chay suddenly drew up, nearly rearing in rm. Ryoka halted at once, and her hand went to her bag of holding. Then she saw what Chay had seen and blinked.


    Are you serious?


    A familiar face was poking out of a carriage rolling past them. The vehicle wasnt going that fast due to the traffic, but the amused face that met Ryokas eyes was familiar. Ryoka had just seen her.


    Alevica, the strange City Runner that scared Chay, was sitting in the carriage. She had <em>hired</em> it, along with three other bored passengers. She was riding one of the travel-carriages that went from city to city. It was an expensive option, but quick andfortable.


    Alevica?


    Ryoka stared. Chay just froze. The young woman with the blue hair and hat nodded to Ryoka and to Chay.


    Youre heading this way too. Fancy that.


    Iyeah. Are you taking the carriage?


    Alevica smiled.


    Its safe, secure, and pretty quick. Why? Want a ride?


    She patted the seat next to her. Ryoka just shook her head. Alevica <em>was</em> a bad Runner. She wasnt running, first of all. Ryoka supposed the payment for the carriage wasnt much given how much she stood to earn, but she was putting everyone in that carriage at risk!


    If someone wanted the Steel-box delivery she had, theyd attack the carriage. Ryoka opened her mouth to say so, and saw Alevica looking at her. Justlooking. As if she knew exactly what Ryoka was going to say, and just wanted to know if shed say it.


    Slowly, Ryoka closed her mouth. Alevica nodded to herself and her smile grew a bit deeper.


    Its not a bad way to travel. Ill go my own way if I need to. But it really does save energy. Youre running barefoot? Its a long journey for me. You too, I suspect. Why not ride with me? Itll be free.


    She offered carelessly, ignoring the looks the other passengers and the driver gave her. Ryoka hesitated and she looked at Chay.


    Chay wont fit.


    I didnt offer her. If she wants, she can run alongside the carriage. Shes a Centaur. She could keep up.


    Alevicas eyes didnt change once as she turned to regard Chay. The Centauress shuddered.


    IllIm


    She looked at Ryoka. The Runner girl didnt have to think twice.


    Thanks, but we like running, Alevica. Maybe some other time.


    The young woman shrugged.


    As you please. Youll make better time than we will. Looks like that [Knight] duel is stopping us. See you around, Wind Runner, Chay.


    She waved at the two and Ryoka slowly kept on running. Chay gratefully followed her. The two were silent as they ran further, and then Ryoka turned to Chay.


    Okay, <em>what</em> is Alevica? A [Mage] with a temper? Some kind of criminal ss? What?


    The Centauress shook her head and warily cast a nce back down the road at the stopped carriage. As she ran she leaned down and whisper-shouted to Ryoka.


    Shes a [Witch]! We dont have them on Baleros. Not really. We have different sses. But RyokaIm d you didnt ride with her, but if she ever tells you to do somethingdo it. Shes powerful and <em>dangerous.</em>


    Ryoka nodded. Alevica gave her that impression. She was no Persua, who was a mean girl taken to the extreme of pushing someone into a wagon. Alevica looked like the kind of person you made enemies with and then tried to kill before she killed you. She gave Ryoka goose bumps. Then Ryokatched onto what Chay had said and her skin and that sense inside her <em>tingled.</em>


    A [Witch]? Are you serious?


    She turned her head. Alevica was out of sight, but that dress, the hatyes! It wasnt ssic Harry Potter, but it all fit. Ryoka was just so used to [Mages] that she hadnt noticed. Chay nodded. She slowed to a trot, and Ryoka saw her breathing hard.


    What makes you so scared of her, Chay?


    The Centauress hesitated. She looked back and Ryoka saw her shudder again. This time, when she spoke there was no bravado, only fear.


    I just heard rumors. And one time II was in the guild and she cut in line. So I said some things andter on the road, she passed me. I think she cast a spell because the next thing I know, my tail caught on fire.


    She gestured at her tail with a shaking hand. Ryoka stared at the pale hair. It looked alright to her, but there was somethingshe looked at the Centauress. There were tears in her eyes.


    I couldnt put it out. I had to use four healing potions until the fire stopped and my fur


    Ryoka looked closer. Chay pulled away, but Ryoka had seen the faint imprint around Chays hindquarters and tail. <em>Traces of a burn scar.</em> She looked back sharply at Alevicas carriage.


    Maybe Ill go back. I dont feel like running anymore.


    Chay slowly pawed at the ground with one hoof, her upper body drooping. She looked unhappy. And Ryoka, looking at her, was struck by a thought. Chay had followed her for thest three days, bickering, insulting, but always waiting for Ryoka. Talking with her, running at her pace. It might be her personality, but she hadnt been unpleasant all the time. And not once had Ryoka ever seen one of Chays friends looking for the Centaur.


    Slowly, the young woman looked at Chay.


    If you want to go back to Walta, no ones stopping you. Buthey, I could really use someone to run with. Want to check out Riverfarm? Thats where Im headed. You could do some deliveries on the way. And I wouldnt mind thepany, really.


    Chay paused. She looked at Ryoka, and her miserable expression vanished. She perked up, visibly. Then she hesitated. Ryoka saw the head tossing, and recognized it as what it was. Bravado.


    Well, I suppose if you <em>insist. </em>I dont like you, Ryoka. Youre rude, slow, and you took my theme. But I suppose I could keep youpany.


    She hesitated, and peeked at Ryoka out of the corner of one eye. Ryoka folded her arms.


    Is that how you really think?


    Yes. No. Okay, fine! I would like toe, happy?


    The Centauress stamped one hoof. She red at Ryoka.


    Dont take it personally! I know I made fun of you a bit. But I do that all the time with my Centaur friends. InBaleros. I guess its different here.


    She hesitated. And Ryoka realized that Centaurs really were different. Like any other culture, really. She wondered if anyone else had realized that. Slowly, Ryoka smiled and shook her head, pretending not to notice Chays anxious look.


    Hey, I dont mind. Just dont do it all the time. You know how thin-skinned we Humans are.


    Yeah, and touchy. But insulting each other is what friends do. We <em>are</em> friends, arent we?


    Chays question took Ryoka off guard. But then Ryoka nodded. And Chays smile provoked one of Ryokas as well. Without a word, the Centauress trotted forwards and then into a run.


    Well, that was <em>obvious.</em> Why did you need to spell it out? Come on, Ryoka! Lets go!


    She beckoned and Ryoka followed. The young woman stared at Chays back as the Centaurughed, running with all four legs and shook her head, mystified, happyshe looked up towards the sky.


    Its so easy, Erin. Why didnt you tell me that? Why didnt I listen?


    And then she ran off, south. With a new friend. And as they ran towards Riverfarm, Chays voice echoed back towards her.


    Hey! Do you know if were going the right way?