Back on The Road!

Before Sarah left she gave Laurier a kiss, saying "If you ever see me again, I'll be all yours~" as she walked away, coquettishly moving her hips making Laurier feel a sense of longing as he saw Sarah walking away.

Sarah walked with a quick pace "Oh shit I almost forgot we had to leave today! Thank god I remembered last minute, or else Laurier and I wouldn't have stopped for at least a few days. God he's too good hearted!" She walked while reminiscing his cute actions during their passionate love-making together.

Sarah walked a good while away from Cat's Paradise before she reached the carriages where Jonah, Damian, and everybody else were waiting.

Damian saw Sarah approaching from the distance "Oh! Sis, you're finally here! I was worrying if you got caught in some trouble on the way here." he said as he grinned at Sarah while at the same time hiding his momentary annoyance in his heart. If she got held-up because she was fucking... oh just you wait missy!

Jonah sniffed the air as he saw Sarah walking. She was filled with the scent of that receptionist from the inn. He really did have an unusual smell compared to others. It was because of that he could recognise his scent so easily.

He didn't comment at anything as he already knew the type of person Sarah was. He already knew about the plan beforehand, so he knew Sarah had fucked the receptionist from the inn. He was part of the plan afterall. He couldn't really complain if he left her hanging, dry over there.

Well he would probably get a chuckle if he knew that Sarah was cleaning glass' instead of actually fucking the guy. In fact he would probably think that was ironic since her request was to make the exact opposite happen. Well in the end they had already fucked so the plan was a resounding success!

Sarah made her already hurried steps even faster and quickly said out loud "Sorry! I was being held-up at the inn since I had forgotten to pay and didn't have any money on me." Sarah said in an apologetic tone, while lowering her head from shame.

But Damian could smell the beautiful scent of BULLSHIT! He knew exactly how she was! Now he was mildly infuriated since she was busy fucking a guy while they already had to be on the road! God can she not stop thinking about sex for one moment!

Jonah had a slight embarassment bubbling up from within him. He knew that excuse was horrible compared to what had actually happened but he had agreed to the plan beforehand so what could he say? Sarah had already said that a friend to her was someone who was willing to ask for help when needed. So when his friend had asked him for his help he couldn't not help her. Because he was already going to ask a lot of help from her during their travels.

He couldn't wait to 'hang out' with her.

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The floor beneath Sarah was rumbling as the forest outside was already becoming darker. She could smell the scent of wood and trees sting her nose as she breathed the outside natural air in, while she was staring at the green scenary through the open window of her carriage.

Sarah and the group had already travelled for a solid few hours since they left Resuet, The Town of the Night, and had already went back to their daily motions of life on the road.

She wanted to have some good time with Jonah today and finally see what he tasted like, but the carriages were currently moving, while he was outside walking beside it. He was a guard. He wasn't meant to be distracted and be relaxed while on work.

So, because Jonah was hired by her and Damian, she couldn't exactly call him into the carriage as soon as she could. Other's would get jealous of the unfair treatment and would start to believe that if they had the eye of their employer then they could just skip work as well.

If that happened the jealousy would go towards Jonah and he would most likely experience unnecassery pain from such a stupid decision. Ultimately it would lead a bad example and Jonah would also feel guilty for this special treatment, probably avoiding her for the rest of the trip.

So both of them just staying in their places would be fine for now.

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Nightime arrived.

Sarah had a sour face as if she had eaten 11 lemons for desert.

The reason?

The camp had bought firewood from Resuet.

The travellers had already learned their lesson of not having enough firewood, and since some food supplies were already emptied, they could be replaced by firewood instead.

At least for a few nights. But this made Sarah really sour.

She couldn't hide away in private and have Jonah with her for a while. Jonah always stayed behind when others went to get firewood since he was the strongest in the camp. Thereby giving him the responsibilites to take care of the camp while the other's were gone hunting or getting firewood in the night.

Jonah was eating his stew like nobodies business and finished it with a voracious appetite. He really enjoyed the stew that Damian made for some reason. He didn't know why.

Maybe it was that "younger brother magic" that his wife had talked about. She had a younger brother that was a better cook then her. She used to always rant about it, since she was meant to be the better cook. She was the woman of her house, and she was going to be damned if some boy took it!

Unfortunately her brother didn't live long past 17, but it was fine. The past was the past anyway. Jonah was finally coming to terms with that.

Jonah's dreams were getting less scary now. The despair was still there but the light was getting quiter. Almost silent. As if holding it's breath while he was getting closer to the surface of the red sea.

He was feeling a new kind of feeling now from that dream.

It was anxiousness.

It was the anxiousness of change. Especially the change for the better.

He was used to things going south really quick. Bad situations suddenly sprouting, as if an ambush predator was just waiting for him to get in range and make it's move.

But he was always ready for that since his situations were always going from bad to worse. He had adapted to that sudden shift and was used to fighting unscrupulous battles since he was born into them. And the battle for survival raised him.

But this battle was in silence.

There was no battle.

There was no going up or down in life at this moment.

It was just silence.

His life was at the precipice of change but this time he was unsure if it was going to go up.

He was hoping for it to go up. Something he had rarely done before.

And that gave him anxiety that he had never had the chance before to cope with.

He wanted to meet Sarah and ask for help, but he knew he couldn't do that right now.

He knew that no matter how desperate he was it was a bad idea to make their relationship public.

Hell, Damian could start hating him if he didn't know about Sarah's hobbies and interests.

People's opinions mattered. Especially in a world where murder was equal to stealing money from a person's sleep while on travel.

People could just steal your life along with them as a trophy or momento.

Jonah was nervous. His energy constantly spiking and dropping as if on a roller coaster.

Jonah usually only had two ways to channel his nervous energy in his body.

Either by the focus of battle, or through the depth of thought.

There was no battle going on right now.

There was no need to.

So that only left him with his thoughts.

So he began to ponder about his situation. How he was led up to this point in his life. Coldly sifting through his life, one page at a time. Analyzing the exact actions and situations and seeing what connections those big and small events have with his other life circumstances.

He always thought. He was always thinking. Trying to analyze the smallest interactions between people and seeing how his own mind worked through them.

This was the beginning of a cultivator. Thoughts being analyzed and finding a connection with the outside world and inside world. How their emotions affect their thoughts and the world affecting their emotions.

Going through everything and connecting that with their own central meaning. The meaning could be as powerful as a star, or as weak as a grain of dust.

It all depends on the amount of connections you make between yourself and your central meaning.

Sooner or later, if you continue down this road then a incredible power is born.

Power that could be born as a physical manifestation in this world through certain conduits.

That is the power of laws.

And Jonah was thinking again. Biding his time as his nervousness slowly faded away.

Only to bring the red sea back into his view again.