Sybil watched the swirls of dust spiral up into the sky as they were kicked up by Mugwump, she felt bad for the old horse. As if he hadn't worked hard enough all his life, now he was being roughly spurred towards what would likely be his own death. What was likely going to be all of their deaths! She couldn't believe Melissa had come up with such a crazy idea, slaying a dragon? That was something real knights had lots of trouble with! Let alone a group of girls from some nowhere town! The only reason Sybil came was she didn't want to see Melissa get all of their friends killed, all of their silly naive friends who volunteered for a deadly mission without ever stopping to think about the odds of it not going bad. She looked again at Melissa, all because of that garbage the tinker had tricked her into buying. The rusty chainmail shirt that ended up being more of a halfshirt thanks to Melissa's rediculously large tits. Those plated leather gloves of hers, that slid up maybe halfway to her elbows. The stupid leather pants that had accentuated just how curvy Melissa really was, as if she needed that, had all the men of the town talking. The clanking of those silly iron boots of hers, really, Sybil shook her head. How did she expect any of that to really protect her? What's worse was the practice she insisted on holding every morning with that rusty half sword of hers, waking them all up at the break of dawn. Sybil wouldn't have minded so much if her and the others didn't have to walk all damn day. Though according Ysell all the walking was making her ass even higher and tighter. She should know, she had to walk behind Sybil every day, and it was no big secret she liked girls. Sybil sighed thinking about home, she hoped she would get to see it again.
Back in town Sybil had been quite popular with the boys, though she wasn't known for giving it up outside of dating. With her long legs and great ass, she was often a topic of conversation. She never quite got over her disappointment about her tits though, they were barely average, and you needed more than that to compete with Melissa. She held on to hope though that maybe she was a late bloomer, being only a year younger than Melissa. After all, the two were opposites in nearly every other way. Where Melissa was tan and curvy, Sybil was pale and thin. Where Melissa had mischievous dark green eyes, Sybil's were light blue and calm like the Neias sea. They were opposites, yet they were still reasonably good friends.
Sybil worked as a tavern maid back home, and it did grow tiresome to hear the constant talk of Melissa. The men betting and bragging about who would bed her and how. There were plenty of nights she went home feeling sad and jealous, looking at her body in the mirror and wishing she had breasts like Melissa's. It was what made Sybil try so hard to set herself apart from the other girls. Everything about her was a calculated mix of graceful seduction and careful utility. She wore the back of her long red hair in a loose ponytail, leaving the front to frame her face and shoulders but not obstruct her vision. Her clothes were often tight and short, showing her athletic body off and being less restrictive than the gowns and dresses most of the other girls wore. Waist length shorts, tight tops, and thin leather gloves and shoes. She wanted to accentuate every feature, and while she was at it, why not increase her tips?
Though they were both very aware of the others nature. Sybil knew Melissa would do anything to get what she wanted, and it was that exact reason Sybil decided to come along. She would make sure what Melissa wanted didn't require the sacrifice of their friends. Her suspicions grew when Melissa was less than pleased to see her volunteer, and did her best to convince her not to come. Of how the boys would flock to her with most of the other girls gone, and how she would miss her home too much. On top of that Melissa wouldn't let any of the boys come, saying they would just distract them all and waste time just trying to get with them all. Well, she was going to do her best to make sure nothing went wrong. She had studied her as much as she could on the swamps before they had left, and the more she read the less she liked the idea of the expedition. But she didn't have a choice. Lucky for all of them she had managed to convince the owner of the small bookshop in town to let her take a few with them, though not before having to give the old pervert a hand job. Sybil shuddered remembering it.
Though what Sybil bemoaned the most was how none of them were really good with a weapon. She had no idea how they would protect themselves. Melissa had that rusty sword that was more likely to kill a beast weeks down the road from tetanus than with it's blade, but she barely knew how to swing it. Sybil was pretty good with a knife, thanks to years in the tavern kitchen and years of having to deal with patrons trying to cop a feel on her. But beyond that, they didn't have a weapon to the group or the ability to use it!
"You look awfully worried," A voice whispered from beside her, startling Sybil a little. It was thirteen year old Jessa, the youngest of the group. Sybil was worried, mostly about her. She was still angry at Melissa for letting her come along, and without thinking about it shot another angry look at her back. Jessa caught it. "I can take care of myself you know!" She said haughtily, "I don't need you all always looking out for me!" Her brown eyes were filled with anger as she looked up at Sybil.
Sybil quickly apologized. "I'm sorry Jessa... I just worry about you all, you especially." She told her, doing her best to sound truly apologetic and not mocking. Jessa was always so quick to take offense.
Luckily it seemed to work, as Jessa stopped looking so angry. "Well don't, we'll be fine. I can take care of myself, and Melissa can protect us too!"
Sybil watched the blond girl's pale face soften as she looked at Melissa, Jessa idolized her. It had always been kind of a joke amongst the girls. Jessa started cutting her strawberry blond hair like Melissa's and following around the older girl acting like her years before, and it never quite wore off. Much to Jessa's pleasure, and to the boys of the town, she was blooming like Melissa as well. She wasn't quite as curvy, but she definitely had the figure of some of the older girls. Sybil used to think all of it was cute, but now it just made her mad thinking that Jessa could be just another pawn to Melissa. She really hoped she was wrong about it all.
Jessa walked alongside Sybil for a while and the two talked about the town and the journey. But eventually she made her way up to Melissa, who Sybil was pleased to see smiled warmly at the girl and pretended to listen with interest to what she had to say. Some days Melissa just wasn't up for having her hanger on about, but other days she went well like this. Sybil knew both she and Jessa thought of her as a big sister of sorts, and seeing them like that gave Sybil hope that maybe she was overthinking it all.
Night was beginning to fall, and Jessa was now riding behind Melissa much to poor Mugwump's annoyance and Sybil felt for the horse. Her own legs felt like they were on fire, and her pack felt heavier with each step. An hour past Geslia had threatened to just stop and sit in the road if they wouldn't taken a break. It had taken several minutes of cajoling and berating from Ysell to finally get her back on her feet and walking, including several reminders that it had been Geslia's idea to come along on trip in the first place. Ysell had wanted no part of it. The pair of them always made Sybil laugh, and them arguing made her think back to when they first appeared in the town.
It had been a curious affair when the pair of them had shown up dusty and malnourished on the road into town. Especially with Geslia's strange greenish blond hair, none of them had ever seen anyone with hair like that, and a few of them thought they were demons because of it. Once that had died down though, the girls were brought into town and taken care of by the town's doctor. Old sad Mr. Uillo who had lost his own family years before in a fire. He had ended up loving the girls so much he adopted them. After a few months, they were just like all the other girls in the town, except that Ysell never left Geslia. There was lots of rumors about that, they were lovers, they knew some dark secrets about the other, they actually were demons and couldn't be away from each other. But most sensible people like Sybil just thought they were great friends bonded by what they experienced together. They certainly weren't sisters by blood. But Sybil was glad the two of them were here, Mr. Uillo had taught them some knowledge of herbs and healing before he passed, leaving them all his possessions. And Sybil was sure what they knew could be a great help with the danger they were heading into.
Sybil heard Mugwump whinny as Melissa jerked on the reigns, and she knew something was ahead. "Look there!" Melissa called back to them, her arm outstretched and pointing down the road, "The marsh!, and the village!" Then Sybil saw it. What she had thought was dark clouds moving in the distance was the dark foreboding beginnings of the marsh. And there a small blip against the marshes was the Tobo, the village where they would start from. As her weary companions cheered, Sybil didn't feel anything but fear in her stomach.
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