"Toril, do you know who's driving this? How do we know they haven't set a bounty out for our heads?" Samie sat on the other side of Onmund, worrying about where they were going. She secretly hoped for Onmund to lay on her shoulder, being careful to show nothing of what she was thinking on her face.

"It's a miniature wagon, who do you think is driving?" The woman said taking the reins of the small pony attached to the wagon as she led it forward. The pony, only coming up to the woman's hip, was black and white with a long mane and tail of kinky hair. The whole get up had been rather expensive but she had no doubts she could get that value back as well as a few extra coins. That was if Onmund didn't claim the animal as his own. The man was leaning against the side of the wagon, holding his stomach still. A tear slid down his face and he shook slightly.

Samie watched Onmund, making sure he didn't fall out. She watched the tear slide down his face and started thinking of what she could do to help. "Have your stitches broke? My father will have some alcohol on the Yellow Diamond, that could make you feel better," She said it as a joke, hoping to lighten the mood,"How bad does it hurt?"

The man didn't want to answer...it hurt so much he didn't want to talk. Simply he shook his head, not wanting to answer any other way. "Why don't you heal it then? You are a made remember." Toril suggested which the man looked up at. He hadn't though of that. With that his hand flowed slightly though ended quickly. The pain dulled though didn't go away, yet it was much better than it had been.

Samie frowned and looked out of the cart, watching the trees go by. She listened to the birds and hoped they didn't run into anything. The siren closed her eyes and opened them, looking down at her legs, thankful for her leggings being there to cover her scaly legs. Once they were back at the coast she would feel much more at home, she might even see her mother once they were out on the ocean.

Double post

In relief he sat back sighing a bit. "I don't think I caught your name..." Onmund said looking at her with a smile. Why hadn't he thought about that before? Healing himself that was. "I'm Onmund if you didn't know. Toril there is my wife."
"She knows Onmund." Toril said smiled back at him.

"Oh, it's Samie. I know she's your wife, you told me when you first got stabbed," Samie hadn't realized how much she wanted to see her father and mother until she first smelled the salt of the sea. "Hey, I uh, I don't know how my father is going to react when he sees you Toril. He may be in his late 30's, but he still flirts with every woman he sees."

"I don't handle flirting very well. Last man that did I cut off his-"
"Privates!" Onmund filled in knowing that the woman would be a tad vulgar in her discription. Toril gave up a slight laugh at this but continued on with the story.
"I can be shrewish to strange men, and do take kindly to their attempts to woo. My loyalty lies with my husband. And if anyone tries anything more than that I will make them pay."

Samie smiled at Onmund, he was very childish when talking about these things. She wondered if he had always been like this. Hearing Toril's last remark she started wondering if she was talking about Samie. "Uh, yeah, my father's crew might also try some things, but most of them are actually really sweet."