She couldn't escape the odd dreams, restless sleep, and thoughts that certainly bordered on crazy, that had previously consumed her mind , and as she paddled ...they ran amok in her head again.
Glancing upward to the sky she wondered again about bosk and tarsk carrying tarns - and the serious improbability of that - but there really was no other way a bosk and a tarsk would make it this far on their own. There were no herds of either simply wandering the Vosk Delta Marshes, and certainly not together.
She forcefully pushed those thoughts out of her head and wondered where she'd be headed with limited supplies she had onboard - only having a smallish skiff , it would probably be wise to head to Port Kar after all. Maybe acquire more things for travel and see if she could book passage to - somewhere else.... Somewhere populated... somewhere with a Doctor or something.
She turned her small boat in the direction of the port city – a trip she'd made hundreds of times before, She could do it in the dark or with her eyes closed – almost. Afterall, the city was her real home. She knew it like the back of her hand.
The juvenile jit peered through the slats in its travel crate, watching her paddle in relative silence. Occasionally she met eyes with the young creature and noticed that he was unusually silent for his kind - most often a trickster with a sense of humor, and a jit laugh that would make you plug your ears. Born in captivity and most likely destined to be some sort of entertainment in some city somewhere - she'd stolen him off a dock in Port Kar.
Several crates had been stacked on the docks awaiting reloading on the more flat bottomed boats that would deliver goods through the tributaries of the delta and onto the the Vosk River itself to be moved east and inland to various other ports. This particular creature had peered through the crate slats at her back then too... only then he was newly weaned and less than half his current size. It was fairly easy to make away with him unnoticed.
Since that time she'd been training him to acquire shiny things, and for those shiny things he was handsomely rewarded with bits of tospit or larma. It was a good arrangement they were working on and she was glad to have him as company.
Pulling her gaze from the silent creature in the box she looked again skyward... something was unsettling in all of this, something was different... it was 'too' quiet. She simply couldn't put her finger on what was bothering her and chalked it up to the odd night and her inability to get good sleep... hopefully tonight would be better. Tonight, in Port Kar, among people - where she wasn't going stir crazy alone.