“zero chance of escaping. you asked me to be honest.” danyl reston x roderick fray
“I told you honesty would be helpful and that was when you were explaining the situation. Is this helpful? Do you really think you’re helping right now?” Roderick stared balefully at his companion. “What ever happened to your unconquerable luck?” He sighed, glancing back towards the horde chasing them across the frozen tundra of the north: a dozen or so bloodthirsty men who screamed and brandished weapons. “No,” sighed Roderick, resignedly, as he reigned in his exhausted horse (upon which Danyl was mounted behind him) and both dismounted. “You’re right. We’re trapped.”
They were sandwiched between their howling enemies - and an icy precipice known colloquially as the Falls of Doom because it was a place men went to die. They could not have possibly run in a worse direction.
“What might have been helpful,” countered Danyl. “Would have been you trusting me to guide us in a useful direction for escape. I’m the one used to living on the run! Not you, living in your plush palace!”
“Plus palace? Is that what you think my house is?”
“I’ve seen your house. It’s a. plush. palace. Mark my words. You should have trusted me.”
Roderick grinned. “Why would I trust you? You’d been blatantly lying to me just five minutes before!”
Danyl shrugged. “Granted.”
The two men turned to look towards their pursuers, again, watching them tear through the white snow, kicking it up all around them as they raced.
“I have a mad idea,” said Danyl.
“I used to like it when you said that.”
“Listen, we have to jump. Old Man Jyles fell down this precipice last winter and he made it. Granted, by the skin of his teeth and he’s the first person in thirty years to fall and live, but…we’re out to options. We’ve got to jump!”
“Jump! This cliff is literally called the Falls of Doom, Danyl! The. Falls. Of. Doom. It’s not a complicated concept: if we fall, we are doomed.”
“I told you it was mad!”
Laughing, Roderick rolled his neck. “What other choice have we got?”
Danyl’s lips quirked into a wide grin. “Whatever happened to not trusting me?”
“Let’s be honest,” replied Roderick. “This isn’t even the worst scrape we’ve been in this week.” He gestured towards the cliff. “After you. You’re the lucky one.”
Danyl’s grin widened. “I’ll see you at the bottom.”
