Plot 204: In Short Supply

The Flock was low on supplies, that much was obvious. Though many worked hard on their supply runs in Talori, the flock was growing too fast to be supported by just small runs. Perseus knew this, and so did Oriole. More than anyone, she experienced first hand how few supplies she was able to carry back home with her on a good day. Maybe enough to support what the flock once was, but definitely not enough to support what it was now.

As more days passed, the Flock was growing more desperate. They couldn't keep relying on the Talorian rebels forever. If the Flock was to spread its wings, it would have to find a way to obtain supplies faster. But how? Letting other herds know about the Flock's existence would be risky. If Talori found out about the uprising, they were be sure to stomp out the fire before it grew too serious.

There was already a few solutions floating around when it came to fixing the problem at hand. Everyone knew that they had to act fast, as supplies were a vital part of the Flock. So, Perseus came to a solution.

Rogues.

It wasn't a popular one, but it was one that would allow the Flock to continue to be undetected among other herds. And so, it was one that the Flock went with.

Oriole was chosen to be the leader of such a patrol. Though, she had no idea why; she wasn't exactly amazing at discussing deals with others, especially when it came to rouges. Drest and Renata were accompanying her, which made the mare feel a bit more at ease, considering they were probably far more experienced than her.

And so they left their mountain base and made their way to the Isles of the Dead, a string of islands in the southernmost reaches of Aquore. One of the smaller islands in the bunch had been chosen as their destination; a place where they could have privacy they lacked. However, they were heavily warned to keep an eye out for enemies. Radical Vagabonds, cultists and other unfriendly faces were bound to show up sometime. And when they did, Oriole didn't want to stick around.

They left early in the morning after a long rest. Even if she had never been on such an important patrol, Ori was excited. They had been walking in silence for a while, too tired to do anything else.

"We're drawing close now," Oriole said, eyeballing the other two with a small smile. "Any ideas on what to say when we get there?" She asked casually. She didn't really know how to make a good trade, but she hoped Drest and Renata would be more informed then her. Despite being excited, she was nervous. There was so many things that could go wrong. She almost guaranteed a safe travel to the Isles...If something went wrong, she wouldn't know what she would do with herself.

Renata | The flock - Apothecary

Renata let her eyes close for a second, enjoying the feeling of the wind carrying her. She loved the feeling of flying, how the air pushed under her wings and made her mane and tail whirl. It was the feeling of complete freedom, something she did not get to experience often, always buzzy putting together some tincture or another. Even now the relaxation could not last as they were soon reaching their destination and their task at hand would require all attention. She opened her eyes to watch the land rush by beneath her, sadly thinking about how her dear Izel was yet again sent on a dangerous mission. They'd no doubt would soon be reaching their destination as well and there was nothing she could do but hope all went well. Now she had to do her best to help secure their precious cargo. She looked over at Oriole and gave her a smile of her own. "Well, maybe introducing ourselves could be a good start? I do hope these rogues our Primary made dealings with have some manners. What do you think?" Her eyes slid from Oriole to Drest and back. The fact that they 'might' want to deal with her sparked a bit of concern in her. When she stilled lives in the Talori herd itself, she had heard many one story about the rogues who prowled those isles. It was hard not to remember those stories, but she tried to keep in mind that they themselves would now spark the same kind of terrifying rumors as well if they were heard off. It would make a bad impression if they went in thinking the worst.

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