"Sometimes, but it can make it more difficult to find."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James does the same, and they ride in silence for a large portion of the rest of the night. Finally, James brought them to a full stop while the sun still had yet to rise.
He looked out to the horizon.
"...I would like to catch some sleep, if you don't mind keeping watch for two or three hours. But first I'd like to know if you would like any as well. I don't know how you slept, if at all."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He nodded back and dismounted his horse, quickly pulled his blanket off, and plopped onto the ground with the blanket beneath him. In less than a minute, he looked like he was out like a rock.
She dismounts and leans up against a tree, watching the woods in thoughtful silence.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James only fell into a very light sleep, despite his outward appearance saying otherwise. Only an hour passed before he stirred again, his waking seemingly perfectly timed with the beginning of the sunrise. When he caught sight of the light peeking over the hills, he sat up and began to roll up his blanket.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James pursed his lips, and pulled out his journal, unfolding his maps. "Well, preferably... away from people..." he let out a small sigh and looked up at Tasha. A part of him wanted to suggest she leave him now, because his lifestyle was very restricting, and much of it just involved running and hiding. But he held his tongue.
He looked back at his mouth. "South-east is our best bet... I'd rather just wait for the rumors Romano spreads to blow over before I try to reintegrate myself into society again."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James looked up from his map. "Ideally, no more than ten miles. If we just keep going that way we'll stray into the scarred lands... which is undesirable to say the least."
