A wandering caravan has attracted a small friend that ensures that even the worst days still brings at least one smile. A small group of Cykets had decided to make their homes in the wagons and travel with the merchants.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04153-k135-to-breathe-clouds-of-joy -- Anon Guest
[AN: For those who don't want to look into the archives, a Cyket is a tiny gryphon-like creature that feature parts of a cygnet (baby swan) and a small monkey. The down from their shed fluff creates joy in other creatures]
Life on the open road is sold as the ultimate freedom. It's not as glamorous as the adventure books like to say it is. There's constant suspicion from landed folk, traveling in the rain, caravan drama, and of course, long stretches of stultifying boredom. There's hygiene issues, people "creatively borrowing" from others, affairs of lust, people not talking to others, waifs and strays joining with dreams of adventure and then learning about the muck.
Only the truly determined stayed beyond the next village. Well. The determined and the desperate.
Generally, the traveling wagon trains were full of traders, entertainers, and weirdos who didn't fit anywhere else. So it was no surprise that one of this train's tagalongs was a singing Wudzgaad.
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