The tension of the conversation was nearly physical...as if Lahasha could feel how they swelled and sank depending on the waves. Yet it remained hollow and concerning, even on what should have been high points. There was still so much uncertain. So many things that could go horribly wrong. What if Lugh refused to help them? What if they offended him with their intrusion and assumptions? What if they never even made it back to his farm safely? Some dark creature could find them in the night...

Dispelling the nightmarish thought with a suppressed shudder, Lahasha tried to focus on Avner's excitement...the tiny, unfamiliar note of hope that had crept into his tone. Perhaps there was some hope for their situation after all. Even if that hope was now somehow riding on her shoulders. How could they depend on her? Could she really do this? Take the lead on something so important? It made her stomach churn oddly; she was fairly sure it had nothing to do with the hunger that settled there.

"We can only hope," she answered quietly, clearly having been lost in thought for some time. That didn't solve their current situation though. "Plans perhaps for another day though," she continued, glancing down at the woven bag in her hands, still fairly empty. "We need to make sure we're stable enough here and that the others will be okay while we're gone. Then, we can worry about taking off on a mad trek."

"In the meantime, maybe I can share more of what I learned. It's not much, but...it's something and could help us get by for now." She reached for the other's wrist, leading the way down a different path while taking note of the surroundings. If they could find some fruits, the seeds could be saved for planting...the more they could gather now, the better prepared they'd be for starting their own stores in earnest.


Irish Night Fox
((Could probably end this one here, if we wanna' start one a little later, with them heading to Lugh's to ask for help?))