Re: Mjorna
Yulka pulled her heavy cart, ever so slowly up the hill. She was pouring with sweat, flushed, and exhausted from physical exertion. The ox who was supposed to be doing this had the gall to get sick, and Yulka didn't need a sick ox to get worse and die. She'd need him for breaking the ground when she started up the fields again. Still, she knew she was near a town, having seen a sign a ways back.
'Just a little... more...' The bunny kin told herself as she neared the top of the crest. Finally! She got to the top... and then she collapsed. She lay on the ground, quite motionless save for the rising and falling of her back as she gasped for breath.
After several minutes, she stood with a groan. Her legs wobbled and threatened to send her back to the ground, but they held. Yulka looked back over her cart, making sure everything was in tact, and then to the animals that were all tethered to it. It was a good thing they were docile, otherwise she doubted she could've made it this far. Well, now it was just a matter of not getting run over by the cart or letting it get loose, as the bunny kin started out again, with a sigh, towards Mjorna, which she was ever so glad was in sight. "Almost there."