Young Writers Society

James stopped a second, turning around to see her, holding a low hanging branch above his head to keep it from hitting him in the face. It's been a bit since they strayed from the creek, as he was still following the guide of his compass, his memory, the map, and his intuition.

"Well I can't tell you an exact location, since we're not really in well charted 'waters' - well, forest, I mean. But we're in the Outlands, right outside the Scar, and I don't know if this specific patch of forest has a name besides 'hellish lawless place' as I've decided to call it."

"I'm going to pretend like I know all those places. What plane are we in?"

"Pardon?" James didn't know what she meant by plain. They were in a forest.

"Which plane are we in? Which Realm?"

((Dammit Tasha, he has a different vocabulary than you xD))

James narrows his eyes at her, not sure what exactly she was trying to get at. "Realm? I... I don't know that I understand what you mean."

"...Nevermind."

"Are you... feelin' alright?" He asks warily, looking at her wounds and hoping she wasn't like, bleeding out again or getting an infection.

She nods.

James pauses a second, observing her for a moment before finally walking under the branch.

"Don't worry about me," she chuckles. "I've been through worse. Lost an eye, after all."

James glances back at her, her commentary not alleviating any of his concern, though he knew he'd probably say something of similar caliber were he in her shoes.

He tries to give her a grin, "Ok, soldier."

"I don't know what kind of smile that is but cut it out, it looks like you're dying or something," she informs him dryly, but with humor.

"Ech," he spits, "Haven't had anybody to smile at in like half a year, haven't used the muscles in a while. Gimme a break."

"Perhaps you should do some face exercises," she suggests with a smirk. "Have a workout."

James scoffs, "Hah. And next I'll exercise my fingers and toes." He shakes his head. "Don't know how I'd even exercise my face anyway."