[The shelter of the cart makes it easier to stand; but Kratos wishes he can afford to sidle a bit closer, to lean on it. He's walked more today already than in weeks, and the ache in his leg and hip is telling him how infrequently he's been able to exercise anything.
[It does mean he can eye the cart, doubt not showing on his face. It looks altogether too slender for the trails of the gorge. Surely it can't be too light, or the wind would take it right off; but, with a glance ahead at the trail, he sees that the winding paths would require maneuverability too. How did anyone manage to live here without being pitched off into the depths? He's abruptly, fiercely glad the gorge is on the other side of the cart.
[The jingle of tack has Kratos glancing back to regard the step up with some degree of resignation. Well, maybe if he could reach the edge of the wall and pull himself up --
[An attempt which proves unnecessary, as Ka-Fai's hand comes into view. Kratos stares at it, then accepts it, using his unmoving leg to stand on and his better to take his weight as Ka-Fai pulls him into the cart. There's barely enough room for the two of them opposite each other. It's one of the smaller carts.
[Kratos sits with his bad leg awkwardly extended, and hunches against the wind. He's shivering, doesn't realise it; being cold is a familiar state these days, as is the rattle of a carriage moving. Having the wind tear straight through him, and the gorge starting to rush past, are not. He turns his head away from the falling emptiness of that cliff, but seeing the opposite cliff extending upward makes his heart jolt to his throat every time they sway toward its uncompromising stone. In the end he closes his eyes, gripping the side of the cart, and tries to settle his mind enough to think.]
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[It does mean he can eye the cart, doubt not showing on his face. It looks altogether too slender for the trails of the gorge. Surely it can't be too light, or the wind would take it right off; but, with a glance ahead at the trail, he sees that the winding paths would require maneuverability too. How did anyone manage to live here without being pitched off into the depths? He's abruptly, fiercely glad the gorge is on the other side of the cart.
[The jingle of tack has Kratos glancing back to regard the step up with some degree of resignation. Well, maybe if he could reach the edge of the wall and pull himself up --
[An attempt which proves unnecessary, as Ka-Fai's hand comes into view. Kratos stares at it, then accepts it, using his unmoving leg to stand on and his better to take his weight as Ka-Fai pulls him into the cart. There's barely enough room for the two of them opposite each other. It's one of the smaller carts.
[Kratos sits with his bad leg awkwardly extended, and hunches against the wind. He's shivering, doesn't realise it; being cold is a familiar state these days, as is the rattle of a carriage moving. Having the wind tear straight through him, and the gorge starting to rush past, are not. He turns his head away from the falling emptiness of that cliff, but seeing the opposite cliff extending upward makes his heart jolt to his throat every time they sway toward its uncompromising stone. In the end he closes his eyes, gripping the side of the cart, and tries to settle his mind enough to think.]