@HiddenBlade She'd never liked small spaces. So how she'd ended up curled up, crammed under the floor of a covered wagon full of- she honestly didn't know what, even Tara herself wasn't entirely sure. All she knew was she had a full day of this caravan's travel before she could risk getting out to stretch her legs and feel slightly less suffocated.
Great.
Come on, girl, suck it up, she told herself, resisting the urge to shift around (because she simply didn't have room). This particular trade caravan was only supposed to be on a five day journey. Just five days of stowing away. She could to that.
It was going to be worth it. Her informant had assured her the people she'd been tracking for the better part of a year were in Connlaoth, so that's where she needed to go- and this was the fastest, safest way to get there.
One of the wheels must have hit a rock, because the wagon suddenly lurched sideways, slamming her against what felt like three different walls.
Fast and safe. Not comfortable, but fast and safe. She had to keep telling herself that.
She only hoped no one had heard her banging about in the bottom of the wagon.
