A Coursing Passage (A Life of Magic Book 3) by Matthew Mitchell Page A
Authors: Matthew Mitchell
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"When do we leave?" I asked Stain.
He looked up and smiled. "You still have some time. We will also help. We have enough time to take care of it." He looked back down at the scrolls he held.
I smiled and ate. The next bit of time was a blur of packing and loading. Finally everything was either loaded on Tag and Evins or in our own packs.
"Good. You are all packed." Tulip walked up to us. "You will be behind me today. My wagon is the blue one." She pointed at a round wagon that looked like a massive wooden tub was laid on it's side and had been painted all manner of blues by a blind artist.
"That would be hard to miss. I believe we should be able to follow it with little problems." Stain was grinning broadly.
Tulip stuck her tongue out at him. "My granddaughters repainted it for me. It is the Wind Wagon, as they put it." She smiled and turned to Raven. "Today you ride with me and learn how to handle the wagon and team." She walked off and talked to a few other people.
Stain stood there and watched her walk through the camp. "That is one unusual woman." He picked up his pack. "Ott, you and I will be walking behind the wagon while Tag and Evins follow us. We will be traveling all day with a short break at midday." He helped Raven to her feet. "You had better assume your place, I think we shall be leaving shortly."
Raven picked up her pack and headed to Tulip's wagon. Once there she climbed onto the driver's bench and settled her stuff. Tulip appeared on the other side of the wagon and started explaining things to Raven.
"We should move into position so that when the line moves we will be ready." Stain led the way over to Tulip's wagon, taking up a position behind the wagon. Tag and Evins moved behind Stain and maneuvered into position in front of a wagon that bore a resemblance to Tulip's. This one was painted with wildflowers, they covered every surface. A young man sat on the driver's bench and a few other people were still attaching things to the outside of the wagon. A team of donkeys stood ready to pull the wagon. They looked bored.
I looked around and realized that while there were many different colors of wagons, most looked about the same in shape and design. Each had been painted and had unique features, yet the overall look was similar. I mentioned this to Stain.
"There is usually a family that builds wagons for all the other Wanderer's in the area. These look to be made after the same idea as barrels, a good idea. Each family or person will pick a theme to paint their wagon. If no other person has that design then they have it painted. If someone already has that design then they change it. Each wagon will be unique." He motioned to different wagons. "If you look closely you will notice that each wagon has been customized. Learn what was done to each wagon and why. Perhaps you will discover something that you would like on your wagon." He smiled and nodded at Tulip's wagon. "I like the awning that extends off the back of her wagon. She can have a little shaded work area without having to unpack a tent."
I walked around a bit and looked at each wagon. Overall there were ten wagons. Each had different features, some for utility, some for comfort. All the people were proud of their work and showed me how each thing worked. Some even discussed what other changes they were planning on making. I realized that these wagons were their most prized possessions, constantly being redesigned and changed. I heard a loud horn ring out across the camp, which was now a group of wagons and people. Calls and cries could be heard as the animals were commanded to move forward. Wagons groaned as they started to roll down the road. I made my way carefully back to where Stain was walking.
"So, did you find out anything interesting?" Stain asked me as I joined him.
I nodded, "There is some basic things that all wagons have in common, yet each is customized and shaped by the various needs of each person or family."
He grinned, "So
He looked up and smiled. "You still have some time. We will also help. We have enough time to take care of it." He looked back down at the scrolls he held.
I smiled and ate. The next bit of time was a blur of packing and loading. Finally everything was either loaded on Tag and Evins or in our own packs.
"Good. You are all packed." Tulip walked up to us. "You will be behind me today. My wagon is the blue one." She pointed at a round wagon that looked like a massive wooden tub was laid on it's side and had been painted all manner of blues by a blind artist.
"That would be hard to miss. I believe we should be able to follow it with little problems." Stain was grinning broadly.
Tulip stuck her tongue out at him. "My granddaughters repainted it for me. It is the Wind Wagon, as they put it." She smiled and turned to Raven. "Today you ride with me and learn how to handle the wagon and team." She walked off and talked to a few other people.
Stain stood there and watched her walk through the camp. "That is one unusual woman." He picked up his pack. "Ott, you and I will be walking behind the wagon while Tag and Evins follow us. We will be traveling all day with a short break at midday." He helped Raven to her feet. "You had better assume your place, I think we shall be leaving shortly."
Raven picked up her pack and headed to Tulip's wagon. Once there she climbed onto the driver's bench and settled her stuff. Tulip appeared on the other side of the wagon and started explaining things to Raven.
"We should move into position so that when the line moves we will be ready." Stain led the way over to Tulip's wagon, taking up a position behind the wagon. Tag and Evins moved behind Stain and maneuvered into position in front of a wagon that bore a resemblance to Tulip's. This one was painted with wildflowers, they covered every surface. A young man sat on the driver's bench and a few other people were still attaching things to the outside of the wagon. A team of donkeys stood ready to pull the wagon. They looked bored.
I looked around and realized that while there were many different colors of wagons, most looked about the same in shape and design. Each had been painted and had unique features, yet the overall look was similar. I mentioned this to Stain.
"There is usually a family that builds wagons for all the other Wanderer's in the area. These look to be made after the same idea as barrels, a good idea. Each family or person will pick a theme to paint their wagon. If no other person has that design then they have it painted. If someone already has that design then they change it. Each wagon will be unique." He motioned to different wagons. "If you look closely you will notice that each wagon has been customized. Learn what was done to each wagon and why. Perhaps you will discover something that you would like on your wagon." He smiled and nodded at Tulip's wagon. "I like the awning that extends off the back of her wagon. She can have a little shaded work area without having to unpack a tent."
I walked around a bit and looked at each wagon. Overall there were ten wagons. Each had different features, some for utility, some for comfort. All the people were proud of their work and showed me how each thing worked. Some even discussed what other changes they were planning on making. I realized that these wagons were their most prized possessions, constantly being redesigned and changed. I heard a loud horn ring out across the camp, which was now a group of wagons and people. Calls and cries could be heard as the animals were commanded to move forward. Wagons groaned as they started to roll down the road. I made my way carefully back to where Stain was walking.
"So, did you find out anything interesting?" Stain asked me as I joined him.
I nodded, "There is some basic things that all wagons have in common, yet each is customized and shaped by the various needs of each person or family."
He grinned, "So
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