Hey guys I'm back! Sorry for not posting anything new in a couple years, I (literally) completely forgot about this story, but I ran across it recently and thought I'd redo it because, lets be honest here, it was trash. Any suggestions, pairings or anything would be great, thanks!
"He's not very skilled is he?" Thorn asked, Lydia looked up an amused smile on her face "no" she replied, "this is so easy even you could do it!" "yeah, whatever you say beautiful." Thorn replied. Lydia looked confused, but figuring that he was teasing her again she let it go.
Lydia never had much experience with the male species, as the only guy she every really talked to, aside from her grandpa, was the blacksmith apprentice in Limmat.
His name was Benji and she was eternally grateful to him, because, thanks to his skiff she escaped Zavacs attack on Limmat.
Unfortunately he was killed defending the town from the pirates. She wasn't able to go to his burial, due to her rushed departure from Limmat.
"You find anything new?" Thorns words broke her train of thought. She held her hand up as she spotted a boot print in the mud by the river "there, he went this way, downriver."
"Good!" replied Thorn, "don't go any farther tonight, its getting dark and we don't want to risk losing the trail."
They set up camp on the opposite side of the river. There was a flat spot, more or less, underneath a large tree. Thorn laid the tarp they had brought along, out on the ground.
Tasking Lydia with first watch he rolled himself up in the tarp and promptly fell asleep.
