Cloudsong

The road's song is a song of continuous renewal, scattering her children to the wind to plant their roots in fresh soil. Her most faithful children however are those who never leave that gust, planting their roots nowhere but instead gather continuously from her.

We are Couriers.



Your name implies one who is reliable and one who's diligence is endless. It is one name of course, because who has a second name in this world? You are the child of the road after all, no family could claim you their daughter.

What is your name? >_

Blue, as the clear skies above.

Chime

Chartreuse

>Toady

What other name could say "reliable and diligent" any better?

>Line

Meter

> Pan

Sortie

Quarter-mile

>Montague Potato, the Lemon Queen of California

>Your is Au.

Pat. Your name is Pat. What else would it be? All the couriers are called Pat. Your real name however, that's a secret.

And their black and white cat

Hermes!

Sareea

> Remi

Juice

Sortie

i like this one also

>Virago

>Pat Blue

>Blue



Your name is Blue. Lots of wonderful things are blue, the sea, flowers, but most notably the sky. You feel like it's a name to fill into, but never stops giving you places to aspire for.

Your steed is an Engine named Nobody, it tends to frustrate people when you tell them his name, which never really gets old to you so you have a gentle appreciation for such a strange name. You weren't the one who named him, but you sort of wish you were sometimes.



By now you're halfway across the Pilgrim Plains. You heard in the last town that the stone towers were seen as faithful servants on a slow pilgrimage to a blessed land, but had lost their way and can only reach for the heavens for direction. It's a cute story you suppose.

For you, it's a less-than-scenic stretch of rolling hills with plenty of hovels for monsters to hide in to ambush a traveller in if they decide to stay the night in one of these hollow towers. Thankfully on the back of an Engine it's a half day's drive at worse and you're on the back of a particularly faithful Engine.



Some Couriers swear by the loyalty of riding a Sundog, but animals can be so finicky sometimes.



You value consistency after all, Nobody just asks for a few tune ups here and there and doesn't complain when the road goes long.



The sound's really relaxing too, you can really lose yourself in the um... in the...



...uuuuhhhh...



...................................Hmmm...



You'll rethink praising anyone while they're still capable of taking your fond thoughts for granted. This lazy hunk of junk just stalled out. Jokes on him though, cause you're not pushing anyone out of here but yourself.

Alright, what now though seriously? >_

> Give Nobody a meaningful kick

> Try the engine

>(CAN NOBODY TALK...)

The solution is wd40.

It's always wd40.

Look around for anything of use. Maybe try and use some elbow grease to get the engine going?

>Teatime, get out the jam and biscuits.

happens to the best of us i'm afraid. crack that bad boy open and see what's what re: why he's broken down.