Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-30715799-20191127021703

After a while on the trail, Kelli became restless. Occasionally she would look out a view port, but each time she saw nothing bit fog. Though once she swore she caught the tail of a Scally, her Clans name for a small, gray wild cat that frequented the lower mountains and valleys. In their old stories, the cat was both a good and bad omen; it represented fortune and betrayal. You can always trust the cat to lead you to heat if you were lost in the woods. You can also trust it to steal anything edible that isn't locked up tight and kept under an eye.

She pondered for a while before dismissing it all together. Instead she moved near the hatch and hung from a hand hold, taking care to pick a spot where she wouldn't knock into anyone. This was a light, upper body exercise she had been taught when she first joined a Caravan. There wasn't a lot of room, so hanging like a sack from a hook is one of the few things one could do. 8 minutes passed before she started to feel the burn in her gut.

'Good, another 28 and I'll beat my record...', she thought to herself as a drop of sweat streaked down her cheak.