HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU :] {regene + mentos}

[Oswin Oswald]

It wasn't that Oswin wasn't used to camping. Actually, she really was, considering what her job was and the fact that she and the Doctor got stuck on alien planets and had to sleep in the open sometimes. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

Sometimes it was sort of nice, lying out in the open under the stars. Neither Oswin nor Ossiandre objected to sleeping on the ground, especially when she had the Doctor and his daemon lying close by, and being out in the open air was still a bit of a new experience, even after so long. It was usually only for a night too, they'd get back to the TARDIS in the morning and Oswin would have her hands on a bit of actual technology again. She wasn't an outdoorsy person by any stretch of the means, and really, what was the point of actually doing this for fun? And for extended periods of time? No, thanks.

But, sometimes, she was left with no choice. This was one of those times. To be fair, it wasn't Oswin's fault that her vortex manipulator had just happened to drop them all off in the middle of some forest somewhere. Details on where exactly were sort of foggy, seeing as Oswin's communicator was on the fritz too. Stupid things. "Could be worse," she called back as their little group headed through the trees, "at least we've landed on Earth. Probably." Ossiandre raced ahead as far as he could without pulling at his connection to Oswin, nose pressed to the ground as he attempted to sniff out anything familiar.

According to her vortex manipulator, this was the closest they could get to the TARDIS without anything interfering, but Oswin was beginning to suspect that it might've just malfunctioned. Irritating, but manageable, given the circumstances. Once she got her communicator working, it would be easy enough to radio the TARDIS and get the Doctor to come and pick them up.

For now, though it was getting sort of dark and continuing on through the woods at night probably wasn't the best idea. Oswin just wasn't sure how to go about actually suggesting that they stop and make camp without being yelled at. Seriously, it wasn't her fault. For the most part. Then again, she'd probably get yelled at anyway if she just kept going. The whole thing was a bit of a lose-lose situation, really. With a mental nudge, Oswin bought Ossiandre back to her side as they entered a clearing, pausing to look around and gauge exactly what else was around them. Nothing too dangerous, it looked like. And at least it was a clear night.

"Right. Better at least stop for a rest." Not that part of their party really needed it, but still. Oswin and Regina were both human, magic or no magic, and walking through the woods for the past hour or so could take a bit of a toll. Besides, it was better than out and out saying that they'd probably be spending the night out here.

[Mithos]

Mithos had forgotten, a little, just how fragile humans were. He had been walking around with only mild discomfort, Scylla winging ahead a little only to return to his shoulder. He had keener senses than any of the others, and he had kept himself busy by trying to detect any danger.

There hadn't been any, and he felt a little of Scylla's disappointment - a fight of any kind would have been welcome, a chance to lash out and -

No, it was useless to think like that.

It really would have been faster if he had flown ahead and scouted on his own, but... that would have left them alone, and while he trusted and valued Regina's magic in battle, Oswin was... significantly less able to deal with threats, and Lia was a ghost and thus couldn't do all that much. It was best to stay with them.

Scylla returned to his shoulder, talons biting into his clothes, and her wings barely missed clipping his face as she settled there. He had thousands of years of practice to know she was criticizing him, that she didn't approve of his affection and his worry. He didn't shake her off - she was the only one to understand everything he had gone through, more than Genis, more than Regina, more than anyone. So he walked in contemplative silence up until Oswin stopped, and Scylla made a soft noise of contempt.

Weak, to stop for rest, to need for sleep - it was so human. But then their company was mostly humans, their daemons and one ghost - and he couldn't bring up the usual hatred for any of them.

"It would be a good idea. I can start a fire," he suggested quickly. There were many advantages to being an angel when it came to this kind of situation - he'd also be able to keep watch for the night, since he didn't have to sleep. Or eat, for that matter.

It was more efficient for the rest of them, at the very least.