Companionship

Mavis and Jeriah rode quietly out of town in the dark of the night, well accustomed to riding in the dark, and trusting fully in their horses abilities to navigate. It was well passed the so-called witching hour, and even the drunks had gone home and fallen asleep in their drunken stupors. Even if their absence didn't go unnoticed, there would not be a soul in town who knew in which direction they had gone. Mavis rode a bit in front, his horse being the leader between the two, though they certainly considered themselves to be equals.

"It will be a few days before we reach the next town," Jeriah called out. "Should have more than enough food to make the journey. Both us and the horses." Mavis nodded in response. He had never been much of one for words, so their conversations were always one-sided, though Jeriah didn't mind much. She knew he was listening, and she knew what every small movement he made in response meant. They had been traveling and working together for nearly two decades, and they had found great success in their partnership.

Mavis had found Jeriah in the streets, trying to be a pickpocket with her big mouth as a distraction, but it kept too much focus on her. But Mavis was a silent and calculating man, and he could see what it was she was trying to take, and took it for his own. But Jeriah was quick in both tongue and step, and caught him before he got away. They went back and forth a number of times before finding themselves in bed together that night. They had been working together ever since.

"Clothes are getting pretty worn out, though. May have to consider getting some replacements soon. I mean, I don't mind us wearing nothing but threads, you know, but that'll bring a good amount of unwanted attention to us when we're hanging around town. And the more attention we have on ourselves, the harder it will be to get anything done." She could see the way he was telling her how obvious her words were. "I mean, yeah, obviously, I'm just saying. It's probably best to get them in the next town than the following. Taking you on the dirt tears a lot of holes, you know? And I plan on doing just that quite a bit."

The chuckle she heard was one of the few sounds he ever made, and she couldn't fully explain just how much she loved that noise. She was pretty sure he just lusted for her. But she had fallen for him completely. His laugh ran under her skin like lightning. She always wanted more.