Thanks kupo for the review! (and yes I agree that is my weak point when it comes to writing!) But any who here is chapter 8! Enjoy!

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Caravan Tale

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Mog watched as Lora and Tobias poured over the world map planning their travel route. Over the past week he had noticed Lora becoming much friendlier. Mog was quite happy because he liked the new company. One moogle couldn't look after Lora alone with the way she always found trouble. It was very tiring for Mog. He plopped down by the chalice and remembered what had happened in the mines. He had felt helpless. A moogle has no weapon or strength to fight such powerful monsters. Mog hoped Tobias would stick not just this year but for future caravans also. All this thinking was beginning to make him sleepy…

"So it's decided then. We head straight to Tida and then stop at Alfitaria for supplies." Lora spoke up as Tobias folded up the map.

"We'll have that myrrh in a week if we keep travelling this fast."

"What are we waiting for then?" Lora asked rhetorically as she grabbed Helon's reigns and picked up the sleeping Mog. They headed back on the road to Tida.

Tobias looked down at Mog sleeping in Lora's arms while they walked, "He is a very unusual moogle."

Lora chuckled, "That's because he was raised by my family. My father found him orphaned near Cedon. It was on my birthday so he gave Mog to me to take care of."

Tobias nodded, "Well you are very unusual. I can see your traits in him."

Lora punched him in the arm as he began to laugh. Tobias looked back down at Mog, he was a very perceptive little guy, and he was very brave. Most moogles spent their lives living in a cozy little hole, being companions for locals, or delivering mail. Mog on the other hand had become a very essential member of a caravan facing dangers a moogle wouldn't dream of.

Lora sniffed the air, "It's going to rain up ahead."

Tobias was already hopping up onto the wagon, "I'm never going to doubt that nose of yours again."

Lora smirked as she also joined him on the wagon, "Why because you lost 50 gil last time I smelled that Yuke caravan?"

Tobias grabbed the reigns to steer Helon. "Don't remind me.", he groaned.

Just like clockwork it started to pour an hour later. Tobias just shook his head, Lora's senses were ridiculous. He wondered if he were a selkie if he would have such skills. Even in the dismal shower Lora was basking in her glory. She loved being right, what woman didn't?

Everything was going perfectly fine as they travelled in the rain until....thunk! The wagon had thumped to a complete stop. Tobias hopped down to see what the trouble was. He groaned when he noticed one of the wheels had sunk into an old muddy rut from a previous caravan. He walked back to where Lora was waiting, "We're stuck. You need have Helon pull forward while I push from behind."

Lora nodded and grabbed the reigns. She snapped them to make Helon pull forward again. Tobias ran to the back and pushed with all of his might, but he and the wagon was just sinking deeper into the mud. He then had another idea and hopped in the wagon. When he came out, Lora saw him carrying her blanket.

"I don't think this is a good time for a nap!" she said to him sarcastically as he walked over to the stuck wheel.

"But it is a good time to get unstuck!"

Before Lora could object to what he was doing, Tobias quickly rolled up the blanket and placed it under the sunken wheel.

Lora was outraged, "That's my only blanket! You mucked it all up!"

"Just get Helon to start pulling again." Tobias replied as he went to the back to push.

Lora muttered her protest but made Helon start moving again. At first the wagon didn't budge, but after the wheel caught the blanket it rolled right out of the rut. Tobias could hear Lora cheering ahead of him as he picked up the blanket and tossed it in the wagon. He hopped back up on the wagon to continue their travels. Lora crossed her arms, "You owe me a blanket."

"I'll wash it. It's perfectly fine."

Lora huff puffed, but Tobias had heard her shout of joy earlier and felt very smug. He had a feeling he would use that against her later on.

The rain eventually let up in the evening when Lora, Tobias, and Mog made camp. The rain had cooled the night air and Lora looked longingly at her washed blanket hanging to dry. Tobias walked behind her and dropped a blanket over her head, "Use mine. I only used yours today because it was the first one I saw."

Lora wrapped it around but began to feel bad. Tobias was always giving. He was helping her with the myrrh, he shared his food, he got them out of the mud, and now his own blanket.

"Tobias?"

Tobias looked down at Lora, "Yes?"

"Um, well since you don't have a blanket now and it's pretty cold tonight, you can sleep in the wagon if you want."

Tobias smiled, "Thank you, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

A few hours later Lora began to feel her exhaustion take hold, "I think I'm done for the night. See you two in the wagon."

Mog quickly interrupted, "I call the middle, kupo!"

Lora laughed and climbed into the wagon with Mog following her. Tobias looked at the stars and then the wagon. After a few minutes he also climbed in and fell asleep with Mog cuddling up near his face. He had forgotten how nice it was to sleep like this.