He'd sort of forgotten what it was like. That there was a different cadence to hiking, putting one foot in front of the other, for hours on end, than there was to hauling sail ropes, or the foot-stomps and claps of bringing an entire tavern into harmony, singing harvest songs and tax songs and sailors' chants.
There definitely was, though. Heavy and tied to the rhythm of his breath and his heart, the way his boots were meeting the ground beneath him and the steepness of his path.
Quietly, deliberately, he started humming. Not so loud he wouldn't be able to hear something beginning to take troubling interest. But enough to notice, to fill his chest and vibrate his throat.
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Putting one foot in front of the other - Trickwood Unification, Ruadhan
Date: 2016-05-10 04:37 pm (UTC)From:There definitely was, though. Heavy and tied to the rhythm of his breath and his heart, the way his boots were meeting the ground beneath him and the steepness of his path.
Quietly, deliberately, he started humming. Not so loud he wouldn't be able to hear something beginning to take troubling interest. But enough to notice, to fill his chest and vibrate his throat.