Caelen wrote:Growing increasingly frustrated, he hops up onto Embla's shoulders, giving her little time to react.
"Wh-whoa! Embla cried, windmilling her arms to avoid losing her balance. Not succeeding entirely, she continued to stumble around, yelling up at Caelen.
"Hey! No riders under five foot ten! Get off, I can't see!" Something of Caelen's -the hem of his shirt, possibly an arm, Embla couldn't tell- was obscuring her vision.
Caelen wrote:Caelen hits Embla's arm as if she were a horse. "Th-that way. T-towards that b-building."
The hit stung, and Embla wasn't too happy about it.
"Oy! Do that again and you'll be out an arm and probably everything else!" The hit did cause her to stumble in the direction that Caelen wanted to go, though.
As she half fell, half walked through the crowd, Embla worked on getting whatever was obscuring her eyes away from her face, even as Caelen commandeered her arms and head to keep his balance. Finally tearing away what turned out to be Caelen's big, floppy shirt, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd.
"YOU!" she cried, throwing Caelen off of her shoulders into an unceremonious heap on the cobblestones. Charging, unknowing, she tackled the man that the group was seeking, landing on his chest and pinning him to the ground.
"Why in five hells would you send me on a wild goose chase like that! I've more than half a mind to take your arms off! Explain yourself!"
Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a day.
Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life.