Not too rough, but definitely rougher than the road.
"See?" he grunts, wincing as they fly over a small dirt mound. "Plenty of time for... ah... sightseeing."
Jamie is actually looking forward to the woods. They won't be as exposed, even if they have to stop and leave the bike, and it's more natural for him to try to blend into the trees than hide behind Eleanor.
They cross the tree line and he exhales slowly, relieved; until he looks back to see if they are still being pursued. The answer is yes, but more troubling is the way the trees are closing behind them, like soldiers marching into place. His view is quickly blocked. Up ahead, the trees seem to be moving out of their way.
It's probably just a wood god or goddess, intrigued by their plight, but Jamie points it out anyway, fingers tightening on the stolen sword.
"The trees are letting us pass," he informs Eleanor. "And not the goblins."
Frustrated howls come from beyond the woods, the sound dampened by distance and protective foliage.
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"See?" he grunts, wincing as they fly over a small dirt mound. "Plenty of time for... ah... sightseeing."
Jamie is actually looking forward to the woods. They won't be as exposed, even if they have to stop and leave the bike, and it's more natural for him to try to blend into the trees than hide behind Eleanor.
They cross the tree line and he exhales slowly, relieved; until he looks back to see if they are still being pursued. The answer is yes, but more troubling is the way the trees are closing behind them, like soldiers marching into place. His view is quickly blocked. Up ahead, the trees seem to be moving out of their way.
It's probably just a wood god or goddess, intrigued by their plight, but Jamie points it out anyway, fingers tightening on the stolen sword.
"The trees are letting us pass," he informs Eleanor. "And not the goblins."
Frustrated howls come from beyond the woods, the sound dampened by distance and protective foliage.