[Teal]

Yes, I join at last!

*critical look* I could have written this better... *shrugs* Oh well.

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A young mudokon was walking down the path, tiredly, feet dragging, his loincloth dirty with several days worth of road-dust. His green-grey skin was sun-darkened, his eyes looked tired, and old, and . A small rough-cloth bag hung from the fingers on his trailing arm and dragged on the path behind him.
“Okay, so now where are we…?” he said, exhaustedly, stopping at where the track divided and dropping his bag in the dust. A rough sigh nailed to the trunk of a vigorous young sapling at the apex between the branches read ‘Sothis – 2 mi’ and an arrow pointed to the right; accompanying the arrow pointing into the left branch was a sigh reading ‘Pyke – 1 ¾ mi.’
“Oh, helpful,” he sighed, and scratched his head. “Have you heard of either of them, Aura?”
“Unh?” His travelling companion lifted her head off his shoulder and squinted dark violet eyes at the signpost. She was a young slig – only barely adult – and small, maybe a third smaller than the average slig. Her skin was a very dark green, her stripes barely visible; across her shoulders she wore a small bag, slung like a sash across her chest. Strung on a fine metal chain around her neck was a brilliant blue-white gemstone, gleaming against her dark skin. “Peh,” she dropped her head back down onto the mud’s shoulder, and complained direct into his ear. “Nope, not heard o’ neither o’ them.”
He glared sideways at her. “Fat lot of help you are, then…” he muttered. “So we still don’t know where -”
“No, I know where we are;” she cut in, as though he was stating the blindingly obvious. “We’re lost, an’ I want ter get un-lost.”
The mudokon sighed. “I know, I want to get un-lost as well, which is why I was going to say, if you’d let me finish, that we can ask for directions at one of these places,” he gestured with a paw at the signpost.
“Huh,” she closed her eyes. “Maybe if yer’d brung that map we wouldn’ have got lost in th’first place. So much fer yer ‘I don’ need no map, I know the way’ speech before we set out.”
“I did know the way, but if it hadn’t rained and then those paramites appeared out of nowhere we mightn’t be lost right now,” he dropped the shoulder she had her head on, annoyedly. “And you’re damned heavy, Aura, gerroff my shoulders.”
With a grunt she slid to the floor, and shook the stiffness out of her muscles. “I smell muds,” she informed him, turning her face into the wind and sniffing.
“Where?” He hitched his bag back onto his shoulders, watching as she cast about round the signpost.
“This way…” she jerked her head at the ‘Pyke’ branch, and was gone before seeing if he was following or not.
He shook his head, but followed her off down the track.