![]() ![]() ![]() It was a close-up of a man in a green cloak that was draped in such a way that only one piercing eye was showing, and waves of orange red hair flowed out. Jester had shown them all enough depictions of the Traveler that Fjord could tell painting on the side of the van was supposed to be him. They led him around to the other side of the van where he was greeted with just the most ostentatious and outlandish and Jester thing he’d ever seen in his life. Distantly, Fjord noticed that neither of them had been wearing seatbelts. Nott followed through the passenger side window. “It was a sign!” she exclaimed, “From the Traveler himself! Here, I’ll show you.” She climbed out of the driver’s seat and grabbed his hand. NOTT THE BRAVE VERA LICENSE“We don’t need one and Jester doesn’t have a license and I’m technically an illegal alien but!” She paused for dramatic effect and was promptly interrupted by Jester. “Now, you may be wondering why we bought a van,” Nott said, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Any particular reason why you bought a van?” He almost didn’t want to know the answer, sure that whatever the reason it was likely only going to end in trouble, but his damned curiosity always got the best of him. “I can uh… I can see that.” Fjord hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. “We bought a van!” she crowed, kicking up her short little arms and legs in excitement. “Cowman.” Nott gave a faux solemn nod to him that lasted for approximately three seconds before cracking a grin. Nott,” he added, spying Nott the Brave perched on a stack of what looked like magic theory textbooks in the passenger seat. He rested his arms on the open driver’s side window. It had a folded up striped awning, tarnished silver trim, and Fjord was not in any way filled with confidence that Jester had driven it to his house. It was an old, slightly rickety VW camper van. The song only made Fjord grimace as he reluctantly approached the van. “Fjord! Fjoooooord!” Jester waved wildly out the window and then leaned on the horn again for good measure. Many questions were budding in his mind-and as they usually are, were at once answered and multiplied by the sight of Jester Lavorre’s sharp, toothy grin. He had a brief moment of hope that the peace of his evening would be restored when the van passed his driveway, but it soon left as it screeched to a halt and backed up into a hairpin turn to sit in the yard, leaving skid marks on the admittedly unkempt lawn. His chill evaporated even further as he spotted a dark green camper van tearing its way down the dirt road, repeatedly blaring what was apparently its custom horn. He sat up with a groan and shaded his eyes to search for the source of the not peaceful or sweet music. Just as he was beginning to feel ‘at peace with Exandria,’ and ‘appreciate the ebb and flow of nature,’ or whatever Caduceus was always talking about in those guided meditation classes, this happened. ![]() ![]() The chirping of birds of the day was giving way to the calming harmonies of the night which in turn melted into the sweet melody of… La Cucaracha?įjord sighed. His tense muscles were just starting to unwind and his mind calmed as he listened to the sounds all around him. She was an elf who’d purred the name, “ Avantika,” in his ear when she’d slipped her number into his back pocket and she was not at all subtle about copping a feel when she did.Īfter all that and the traffic jam on his way home, Fjord just wanted to sit back and relax. He’d even been strong-armed into helping a particularly forceful customer, which never happened on the ship. It was his off-season job, for when he wasn’t out on the water, but it wasn’t any easier than maintaining a ship. He’d been doing backbreaking work at the flea market all day, hauling fish and running packages from booth to booth. Fjord had just settled into nap on the hammock outside his and Beau’s ranch-style house. Clouds covered the sky in a fluffy, light grey blanket, the kind of day where you just knew it was going to rain and you didn’t have to go out in it. ![]()
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