Warm summer breeze hit samir face carrying with it the scent of concret, people.. and other odd things that had no name in the woundering half elf mind.
Since leaving his desert home samir has found that he was likeing this world. So many things to see, so many new colors and clothing. Those fires ahead burned in so many odd colors. He wished he know what wood they burned to make them blue.. or a bright red.
"heelp"
A cry in the distance? Samir head turned listening to the echo die away.. Yes too the south just behind him.
"come Babbit." he muttered patting the large cats head springing her to sudden life racing towards he sound.
There in the sand sproud out on the dirt was a large man.
Babbit stopped abruptly with samir rolling off her shoulders landing perfectly and gracefully making not even a light thud on the ground next to the man.
he sat down checking the mans pulse..
It drummed on steady.
"my friend, you simply pushed yourself to much." he sighed turning him over gently checking for wounds. Once he was confident that the other could stand a quilk ride on babbit back he picked up the man, straining just slightly because of how large and awkward it was.
Soon they where racing back on the dirt towards a cave he spotted before the sun truly had set.
Withen moment of going into the cave he had the man covered in a old blanket and a soft pillow that came out of a small bag 5 times to small to have been able to carry that.
Babbit mur'd pushing her head into the small of his back making the half elf chuckle..
"yes yes.. i'll take some rest.. " after placing a bladder filled of fresh creak water, samir settled down laying partly on his ride, placing his hat over his eyes and resting back, thow both hands where near his sword that layed harmless across his lap. as if he was ready for a sudden attack by well.. anything.
