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Motorcycle Travel Guide: Vietnam

Why motorcycle travel in Vietnam?

Vietnam is an incredible country to explore – especially on two wheels. Here’s five solid reasons why you’ll fall in love with the place

The people

The people are friendly and inquisitive. You are unlikely to have any real difficulty or disagreement with the locals as they are keen to present the good side of Vietnam bike tours.

The food

The food is varied and delicious. Each region, Southern, Central, Northern has its own speciality and these are often quite new for most visitors.

The geography has something for everyone – if you are a fan of beaches, mountains or drier plains, you can find what you want.

Range of activities to take part in: trekking, visiting ancient ruins, war relics and battle sites, fantastic open roads with little traffic winding through old growth rainforest, waterfall climbing, paragliding, deep water soloing.

It is possible to bike tours Vietnam on a low budget. You only need to eat locally and stay in smaller hotels/hostels a little out of the tourist centres.

If you prefer a little more comfort and quality, it is available and usually with a welcome and a smile.

When you go greatly depends on the region because Vietnam spans several latitudes. Here’s a handy regional weather guide to plan your North Vietnam motorcycle tour.

Generally good for riding but can get cold and wet. Dress accordingly

Cooler sometimes cold, some rain, drizzle for days, often cloudy and misty

Warmer clothing, good boots, good waterproofs, particularly gloves.

There are a range of guesthouses throughout Vietnam now, particularly in the tourist spots. You can find:

Shared dorm rooms in hostels and stilt houses for around 4-5 USD per night, shared bathroom / toilet. Meals provided are usually limited and a not too cheap. There are usually also private rooms and bungalow options too.

Cheap motel rooms are around 10USD per night for a room for two with an en-suite bathroom/toilet and aircon. Meals are not usually provided here.

Chain hotels 3 or 4 star in the larger towns and cities. These can range between 30-60USD per night with breakfast included, depending on location.

Boutique resorts include all manner of resorts from hot springs to, modern stilt houses, bungalow villages and even mountain top hideaways. These can cost similar to the larger hotels at between 50-80USD per night with breakfast included.

Accommodation availability

There is plenty of available accommodation and if you turn up at a place without a booking there will be another nearby. There really is no need to book more than 24 hours in advance unless you wish to stay at one of the high-end boutique resorts such as Topaz Eco Lodge in Sa Pa.

That said, if you plan to stay somewhere that is off the beaten track, like Kiou Leou Ti Mountain, then you should book 24 hrs in advance so that the host can stock up on food and prepare.

Rent A Bike Vietnam

Firstly, you need a valid passport and visa to enter and stay in Vietnam. When you rent a motorcycle, some companies may want to keep your passport. If you leave it with them, make sure they give you a photocopy of your passport page because you will 100% need this to check into any hotel. You can not check into hotels or even guest houses without at least a photocopy of your passport page. We carry a laminated photocopy of our passport’s main page for such situations.

Driver’s licence

To ride a Bike tours in Vietnam you need a valid driver’s licence and an International Driver’s Permit (IDP). There are two IDPs: 1968 and 1949. For Vietnam you need the 1968 version.

The IDP is issued in your home country and is a small booklet with translations of your licence. If you’re from the UK, you can get your IDP at the Post Office for around £5 and it takes five minutes.

When you rent a motorcycle, you will also be given paperwork that shows who the owner is, keep this safe and with the bike.

Permits

You may need a permit when travelling to certain regions in Vietnam such as Ha Giang in the extreme north as it borders China. For more info on this visit our Ha Giang Guide.

Safety and security in Vietnam

Vietnam is a relatively safe country for motorcycle travel. The locals tend to leave tourists alone in terms of violent crime. If you ask for trouble you will get it, but most tourists don’t have any issues. Be streetwise and careful late at night like anywhere in the world.

However, many locals are happy to overcharge and you need to beware of this behaviour. It is also difficult to get a definitive answer on something and no comeback when what has been promised is not delivered.

Men: be careful of young ladies fawning over you and taking your belongings.

Women: be careful as some taxi or rickshaw drivers may become aggressive when they are rebuked. Both men and women may be followed by these drivers touting their business. They are certainly very persistent and annoying; I have been followed all the way back to my hotel on many occasions. I think this may spook some people so beware.

These situations (except the stalker like behaviour, which happens any time) tend to occur later in the evening, perhaps when one is a tad tipsy and are unlikely to happen at other times.

Laws and police

The police do not seem obliged to help and will often see dealing with foreigners as a hassle. They can often be reluctant to get involved and will refer you to your embassy, who will in turn refer you to the police.

Do not expect much effective action from police unless it is to get some sort of ‘fine’ out of you.

The police are often unwilling to stop foreigners as the language barrier causes them delays and wastes time that they could be spending on collecting ‘fines’ from local motorists. This is NOT an excuse to flout the law. They will stop you and this will cost you time and money.

It can be better to pay an on the spot ‘fine’ if possible as this can speed things up considerably.

If you are on one of our rental bikes, you should call us and let us discuss things with the police. We can often help to come to a win win agreement (no promises mind).

Motorcycle riding conditions in Vietnam

Throughout Vietnam, if you are motorcycle touring, you will predominantly be on tarmac or concrete roads. Perhaps, 90% or more. It is rare to find a route that is not well used and, therefore, sealed in some way.

To find dirt you will need to look carefully and take routes that are rarely used by locals. In fact, if you ask, they will always route you on the sealed road as they cannot understand why you would want to take the dirt route.

So, without a guide it is hard to find dirt tracks that you can be guaranteed will get you to your destination.

This means you would choose a road bike, right? Wrong. We find that the condition of many of these sealed roads is not great and the extra travel in the suspension allows for more comfortable touring.

Road rules and other drivers

Driving here is not like many other countries as it is much more of a free for all.

Space is of a premium and other drivers will do anything to fill a gap. You are best off letting them get ahead, rather than risking any bumps or bruises.

Traffic lights, right of way, signalling before manoeuvring and even looking before manoeuvring are all alien concepts. Cars and trucks will bully you into the gutter if you let them but sometimes it is better to yield than prove you are right.

For more info, check out this cheat sheet on Driving Tips in Vietnam

And here’s a guide on 10 Tips for Motorcycle Security While Abroad

Ha Giang Loop

This is considered to be the best that Vietnam has to offer motorbike tourists. There are great roads through the mountains and good places to stay, often run by the local ethnic people. The landscape is stunning and there are a variety of road surfaces to be found: tarmac to dirt.

Central North Loop

This is an epic adventure that could take anything from 10 to 25 days. You can head out west to the Dien Bien Phu military site and then loop round to Sa Pa, one of vietnam’s premium tourist destinations. After this, you head to the northernmost point, Ha Giang and then on to the quieter area of Cao Bang. All the time skirting the border with China to the North.

Hanoi to HCMC (Sai Gon)

Another epic journey made famous by the Top Gear Crew. You will pass through the Northern, Central and Southern regions of Vietnam with their differing culture weather and food. This how to truly get to know the country.

Central Loop (Danang/Hue)

This is a short loop that will get you out into the countryside amongst the relics of the American War. A trip along the HCM Highway and then back to the ancient capital of Hue before taking the stunning Hai Van Pass over the mountain

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How I Became the Sea

On a routine fishing trip, Lloyd meets a selkie girl named Colette - and from then on, she was like a secret he wanted to keep all to himself.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Dirk Rating: T Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Written for Day 5: AU / Crossover! I wanted to pair a selkie story to match with this art by @frayed-symphony and also because I have been thinking too much about a selkie au with them.

Lloyd had once dreamed about being adrift at sea.

His body floated just above the waves, the sky a dark and angry red, rain pelting his face and hair. Every time he opened his mouth, sea water rushed through, trying to clog his throat, trying to drown him. He tasted salt on his tongue, felt the tinge of the lightning as it crashed across the clouds. He was lost, and there was nothing he could do.

But in the dream, he felt arms grab hold of him. They kept him in the water still, but he no longer sank. The arms were strong, secured him in their grip. He would be okay, if he just let the waves take him along and ride the storm out.

Dirk had told him that such a dream was an omen.

“Be careful you don’t sink now,” Dirk had warned his son before he set sail, out in the boat he had long promised to make by himself. “Many sailors would postpone their trip after having a vision such as yours.”

“Good thing I’m not like most sailors!” Lloyd had argued, waving away such concerns. “It was only a dream anyway.”

He was not old enough to have weathered the superstitions, to look up at the roiling sky at dawn and make sense of the portents in the water beneath. But maybe, that was just all part of his luck.

The sky had been clear when he set out. He checked the rigging on his small boat, packed away his fishing gear, and then set off. The boat wobbled when he stepped inside, but his hands held onto the edges as he easily seated himself.

He had done this numerous times, the waves lapping at his vessel, the sea so dark if he leaned over to look. Even if he fell overboard, he would simply swim. There was no danger here at all.

He was not usually the only sailor either. Off in the distance, a much larger sea vessel lumbered along the waves, puffing smoke out of its center, acrid and harsh to the lungs if he were to get any closer. Back on shore where the ports were, locals fixed the ropes, took to fishing there instead of bobbing all the while out on the water. No fishermen were too close too his spot, no one except the raucous seagulls, which occasionally tried to nip at his bait box when he opened it.

As he settled his boat on the water, he gathered the net to hang from the side, then went to retrieve his rods before he noticed something odd. He sighed upon realizing. “Did I really forget to put the fishing line on this morning?” He had slept in for a bit…

With that, he went and searched through his packs, hearing the splash of water to his right. The fish must have been lively today, and he was already missing it!

He kept searching through the tight corners of his little boat, but couldn’t find the fishing line anywhere! “I thought I…put it here…” Another search, but he only came upon the same boots, the same pack full of bait. “Where is it…?” Ugh, did I really leave it at home?

A soft voice floated to him, so light that a strong gust of wind could have blown it away. “Is it this?”

He turned. A hand was outstretched, holding the plastic cord gently in its palm, the line wrapped around it as clear as silk.

“Oh, thank you! I was looking for that.” He took the fishing line gratefully. Then stopped. Then thought a moment.

He was out in the middle of the ocean. So, another hand… was kind of weird, wasn’t it?

When he moved to look over the side, he didn’t do it quickly or with loud movements. A hand carefully placed itself over the rim, fingers pressed against the damp wood, the thin lines of a fishing net he had also brought along with him, ready to be cast out into the water.

Sunlight fell over waves, so bright that it blinded him. Salt on his tongue, eyes still peering through the light, he found her there – and felt familiarity.

It’s said that beauty cannot be trusted when it’s from the sea. A wondrous pattern can lure any curious sailor to fall overboard, or a song so piercing the heart can smash a ship to pieces against rocks hidden beneath. But the girl that peeked her face from the waves only blinked, her golden hair unfurling all around her, like the serrated drapes of a strange curtain.

Lloyd leaned forward, just a bit, as his tiny rowboat wobbled, the splashing water taking over sound.

He saw the shape of a fish tail far beneath her in the swirling dark, saw the trails of scales that dotted her shoulders, and the curved fins that poked out from the sides of her head.

There was a name for this, along with a story, and a lesson hidden away… if he could just remember it.

Silence, except for the creaking of the rowboat, moving with the shifting waves, stretched between them. He knew the girl could speak, but she didn’t do it now. She only placed her hands on the side of the boat, looking up at him with a curiosity Lloyd couldn’t help but share. The way she touched the boat looked as if she were about to knock, asking to be let in.

“Hi…” Lloyd finally spoke, still in awe of her. He started at the hair that looked as thin as twine, the sheen of the scales of her tail refracting the sunlight, even when submerged in the deep. Water bobbed up to her chin, and it seemed she was sinking lower and lower, away from him.

“Wait! Um…” Lloyd nearly reached out, stopped when he thought he saw her flinch. “What’s your name?”

The girl stared – the selkie – and the word only floated to his mind through the gruff voice of his father. Old stories told in the quiet evenings, through the crackling of the fireplace that would make him feel so warm that he’d fall asleep, curled up in great arms.

Her hands were near his own, hovering near scratches and dents that were on its side, from years of salt peeling away the paint, from scuffing too close to rocks or piers when Lloyd had first started sailing.

“I’m Lloyd,” he told her, just loud enough for her to hear through the lapping water.

A blink, eyes that matched the shade of the sea when the sun hit it at certain angles in the early morning, and then she spoke.

But she spoke while her mouth was half-submerged in water. “Bluppbb,” was all she said.

“..Huh?” Lloyd started, then smirked, small laughter bubbling from his lips.

The girl only seemed to realize just then what she had done. “Oh!” She rose further up, nearly knocking heads with Lloyd from the motion. “I’m sorry!”

“T-That’s okay!” Lloyd said, and he couldn’t seem to push away the grin on his face. “I just couldn’t catch that.”

The selkie was now half-over the rim of his boat, water trickling from her hair. She was mostly bare except for the scales around herself, like speckled turquoise that was patterned against the skin, falling like rain into the sea below.

But he noticed something else about her – she was smiling too.

“Sorry,” she apologized once more, her tail fin splashing in the water. “My name is Colette.”

It is in those old folktales that his father would tell about the sailors who found selkies, how compelled they were to keep them to themselves.

Lloyd wondered if that was what he was doing, sailing out to the ocean each day to fish, to the exact spot where Colette waited for him.

“Here, I got you something,” he told her one day. It had been routine to always give each other something nearly whenever they met. Once she had given him a polished pearl, its surface so white and luminous, and another time, she had given him a bunch of seaweed she said was good for having with food! With Colette, it was always a surprise.

“Is it another figurine?” she asked him, and he remembered her wide-eyed fascination as he gave her an old carving of a dolphin he had fashioned out of oak. But both the salt and pressure of the water had been too much for it, and she confessed how it had fallen apart in her hands when she swam back down below.

“Hopefully it’s better than that,” he said, and handed her a necklace, its chain colored red, the gem in the middle winking from the sun. “It’s waterproof, so you should be able to take it without it rusting!” And he had heard of jewelry weathering the depths of the ocean, so hopefully this could work as well?

In comparison to the jewel-like scales on her, maybe the necklace looked drab and plain. But still she took it with excitement, fingers already sliding across the chain. “Is this a human invention?”

“Er, I guess so,” Lloyd said with a shrug. “I just made it. You said you liked shiny things, so I tried to make it extra shiny too!”

And maybe that was true of all selkies? Lloyd wasn’t sure, but he was hesitant to ask his dad, or anyone about it. All that mattered was Colette’s happy grin, and how she looked at the gem in the middle that caught her reflection. She even flicked out her tongue to lick at it!

“It tastes funny!” she said, laughing as she did so. “I like it!”

“Well, it’s not meant for eating!” Lloyd corrected. “You just wear it around your neck.”

“Oh.” Colette looked at it again, bobbing up and down the water along with the rowboat. She managed to work the clasps of the chain open, and just when he thought she would put it on, she held the ends of it back to him. “Can you show me how?”

“You already got it halfway,” he said, but took the chains, her hands brushing against his, damp from the sea, yet still so warm.

He knew that people typically turned around to let someone else latch a necklace on them, but Colette wasn’t like most people, so she stayed facing him, watching as he leaned forward to put her new gift on.

He was close enough to catch each individual scale that lined her head fins, see the sharp curve of her teeth as she giggled at the sensation of his fingers over her neck. “It tickles!”

She was the most interesting person to him. “Almost got it,” he finally remembered to say. “And…there!”

Moving back and seeing her in full, he wished he had crafted something better. The gem he had used look dull compared to her, the shape of the pendant too plain against her existence. Yet even so, Colette looked happy.

“Thank you! I still have to give you your gift.” She then reached her hands underneath the water, tongue sticking out of her mouth as she searched… and then leaned back up, a multitude of little mussels cupped in her palms. “Some food for you!”

Of course, Lloyd happily accepted, as he still would be if she just gave him an old tire that had run down from the river and out into the sea. (Which did happen… He figured he could find some use for it).

It would be another trip where he barely caught much, of anything at all, though he could use the mussels Colette had given him as a substitute. Even so, he’d have to come up with a reason to his dad why his fishing trips had been so unsuccessful lately.

He just wanted to keep Colette to himself.

Two months after Lloyd had started seeing Colette, Dirk had once stopped him at the door, the hour so very early.

“The fish don’t bite so much during this season,” his father had told him, working on mending their wooden coffee table – one of the legs had snapped after Noishe had jumped on it. “Sure you should be going out at this time?”

The lie was ready at Lloyd’s tongue, and maybe on other days, he’d feel bad about it. Instead he grinned, winding the net around his fist. “Fall down seven times, get back up eight. I shouldn’t give up yet, right?”

“Hm,” Dirk muttered, but the lie wasn’t called out. And with that, Lloyd hurried out the door. He didn’t take note of the red skies.

He made the same preparations as always, tying up the rigging and securing the oars, bringing along his boxes of bait and fishing lines, and the net that he hooked to the end of his boat. Then he rowed out to sea, past other sailors that were in the distance, moving further and further away until he reached a sort of privacy out in the open water – to where Colette always waited for him.

Except she wasn’t there.

Sometimes she’d be late, apologizing and explaining how she had tripped over a shellfish on the way. Lloyd would ask how someone could trip while they were swimming… and then they’d forget what they were even talking about in the first place, her arms leaning against the boat, playing with his fishing lines as her fingers got tangled in it in intricate patterns, and him watching it all with a smile, once again barely catching any fish at all.

But he waited, and waited, and continued to wait. It was soon past noon. Colette never showed up.

The boat creaked underneath his weight. The net felt rough against his fingers as he still held it on the rim of the boat, its ends barely reaching the waters. Gazing out over the strangely calm waters today, he pulled back the net, moved the oars out of their handles, and headed somewhere new.

Maybe it was curiosity that made him go down a different direction to shore. He passed by other boats, those much bigger and with greater nets at their portside, at the sailors who gave him a quick glance before returning to their work. There was something pulling at him then, something in the skies, only now noting their color.

His father had warned him of omens, but never said that the omen would be for him.

It was like water, clogging his throat.

Colette had not been far.

It had been mid-afternoon when he set out, the sun still bright despite its lurid color. Now it was early evening, the waves crashing more frequently against his boat, pulling at his oars. The wind bit at his bare arms, trying to throw salt in his eyes. He felt coated in grime, felt as if he had been rolled into the ocean, left to marinate until the salt soaked him dry.

It was the shine of her hair that drew her to him.

He found her tangled in fishing nets on the shore, the sky still so red, even in the dark. Red-tinged clouds at night should not have made him so worried. But they did, making him hastily pull his boat to shore, unmindful of any rocks or gravel that could have torn the underside. He leapt from the side, rushing to her, his feet sinking in the sand with each step.

She didn’t have her scales anymore.

“Colette?” he called out. Only silence back, tinged by the red skies. “Colette!”

He caught a sharp glint in his sight; the necklace she still wore, the pendant laying squarely on her chest. And there, tangled around her legs, was a blanket of starlight. He stared at it, trying to make sense of its fabric and shape.

She stirred slightly, her mouth half-buried in the sand.

He had to get the net off her first.

As he got closer, Lloyd was reminded of the poor seals that would get tangled up in such nets, fisherman careless in how they cast it out, too low into the waters where such animals fed in. The lines would be so tough and the struggle so unbearable that it would cut through their skin, staining blood right onto the sand.

He could already see the bruises around her arms, her shoulders, and on her newfound legs that he was sure she didn’t use to have… But at some point, she must have passed out, stopping her struggles to sleep everything away. Lloyd took his small whittling knife that he carried out of sheer habit, and then carefully sliced open the net, one thread at a time.

When she was finally in his arms, she felt light. Still, that strange blanket was over her, but it looked so thin. Surely it wasn’t enough to shield her from the cold.

He felt her move, her hands reaching to grab at his shirt in her sleep. “..Nn…”

“It’s okay! I’m taking you home.” And Lloyd did not know that the words he just said were echoes of those from before, of those who wanted to keep what they found to themselves, clutching that same coat of starlight in their hands.

As he walked further inland, leaving his boat on the shore, the sky stayed red, long into the night.

Dirk had already gone to bed, but even if he was awake, Lloyd would make sure to keep quiet. So, with all the remembered stealth from his adolescence, he opened the back door of the house, which led to a storage room where fishing tools, old furniture, and other supplies were kept. Through that room, he snuck into another stairway that led upstairs, one that was closer to his room, where the floorboards didn’t creak as much.

The selkie girl was shivering in his arms, even as they finally went inside, away from the biting cold of the shore. The strange blanket she had was cradled against her stomach, half of it laying over Lloyd’s arm. It felt soft to the touch, yet still so thin. What was it…?

“Colette,” he called out again, bringing her to his room and stepping around a pot by his door, containing a healthy cast iron plant he had been growing for the past few years. “Can you hear me?”

For a moment, she stirred, seemed to try to say something, before falling quiet again. Through the half-open balcony doors of his room, he saw the red tinge of the dark sky.

He had to get her warmed up, so he tucked Colette into his bed, careful to not irritate her scratched-up wounds on her arms. Even with his sheets, she still shook. So Lloyd acted on instinct and pulled out one of his spare jackets that hung on the bed, draped it around her shoulders like a second set of blankets.

The red of his jacket was brighter, like the red of the clouds that passed by his window. The light from outside shone on that strange fabric Colette had been carrying, dark like a piece of shadow that had been cut, still housing stars within.

He was curious, and as Colette slept more peacefully, Lloyd reached to grasp the star-studded fabric from her hand, which snuck out from the blanket. It really was so soft to the touch, and it had a texture to it that Lloyd couldn’t really place.

He felt like he should know what this was… But it wasn’t coming to him at all.

“It must be a blanket,” he thought aloud, fingers going over it, reflexively folding it up into a neat square to easily carry. Maybe he could just store it somewhere until Colette woke up? Yeah, that would work! And just as he stood up, carrying the fabric in both hands now, nearly almost hidden away in his grip, he heard a creak from his bed, a soft sigh and a familiar gasp of his name.

“Lloyd..?” There was something about hearing her call to him that made him want to smile, already turning to her ecstatically.

“Colette, you’re up!” He grinned, seeing the red shade of the sky paint against her hair as she slowly sat up. “Do you feel okay?”

She was staring at what he held, and then shrunk away against the headboard of his bed. “So…you’ve taken it…”

And it was only then that he realized, the knowledge of it slowly dawning like the slow crack of a weathered bark of a tree, as the tree would fall and fall almost too slowly, until it snapped halfway from its stump, its end crashing harshly against the ground.

Her coat felt so soft in his hands, his thumb and forefinger rubbing against it gently.

Colette smiled at him, but it was not with the abandoned glee that he was used to seeing whenever he rowed out to see her, the kind that showcased sharp teeth, and highlighted the bright scales of her fins. Only now did he notice that those fins, once on both sides of her head, were no longer there, and her mild attempt at a smile showed no sharpness.

“Someone tried to take my coat earlier today,” she said, the blanket sliding down her legs, legs that she moved with awkwardness, hands placed against her knees. “I was swimming by the rocks on the shore, playing with the seal puppies there… when a man on a boat that made a terrible noise came by. He used something to catch me, and it cut at my skin.” Her fingers gripped each other lightly, marks that he had missed painted on there too. “He knew where my coat was… where it ended… and how to grab it from me…”

Lloyd stood within the middle of the room, watching her silently, seeing the night sky catch the glint of the necklace he had made for her. “Did you think it was me?”

Colette raised her head in guilt, opened her mouth part-way, then closed it again. It was only then she seemed to notice the jacket that was hanging off her shoulders, and she reached out one hand to bring it closer. “No. He didn’t have your smell.” Her voice grew quieter, barely heard over the wind outside. “And his hands felt different.”

Lloyd once again looked to the shroud of starry darkness he held, and now saw it as the same shade as the scales that surrounded her tail, that highlighted the fins and made the light in her eyes sparkle. This held Colette in every seam, in the way it draped over his arms as warm as sunshine. It was so hard to not just hold it against his chest and find some place for it to keep, so that he could always go back to it when needed and –

Colette kept looking at his jacket that he put on her with little thought. Her fingers caught the long strips white tassels that trailed from the collar. “You have mine… but you gave me yours?”

Lloyd quickly walked up to the bed and, with a moment that let him linger too long on the coat against his fingertips, placed it on the bed, practically at Colette’s feet. “It’s yours! You should have it back.” I shouldn’t want it. And even though he would never take it from Colette, knowing what it was and its very importance, he winced at his feelings still, at the strange way he had considered it. Too many stories? Or remembering how Colette had smiled at him when he clasped the necklace on her? “I only wanted to bring you here so that you could rest first.”

She still tugged at his jacket, and so the next words fell out of his mouth without him even thinking on it. “You could keep that too, if you wanted!” Had it been too stupid to say? But he kept going, watching how her hair fell around the red leather fabric. “You seemed cold, so I put it on for you.”

Colette gazed at Lloyd wide-eyed, and with his words, she pulled the jacket around her torso, the loose sleeves falling at her sides to lay folded at the mattress. “I do like yours… Is that really okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine!” Once again he looked to the dark, folded up shape on the bed, but stopped himself from touching it. “I can make us some hot chocolate. You want any? And you can stay here until you’re ready to go home.”

She looked to say something else, but then paused. Her hands went from the jacket to the selkie coat that was folded with care. “Home… Um, yeah! I don’t know what chocolate is, but I would like some.”

Lloyd smiled, and the strange feeling from before seemed to wash away from his mind – even if some of it lingered still, watching Colette unfurl the selkie coat like a piece of the night sky. “Heh, I think you’d like it.”

And with Colette still wearing his jacket, legs folded underneath her on the bed, she stayed with him for the night. He helped bandage up her scratches and other wounds, moving aside the jacket to get at the ones near her shoulders. He then taught her how to hold the mug carefully in both hands, but told her it was okay to drop it if she needed to, for the mugs were of polished wood and didn’t break as easily. He also showed her the way to put on his jacket, so that she sat across from him, decked out in the red of his coat. It was still unbuttoned down the front, her necklace plain for him to see.

The hour grew too late, that not even Lloyd could keep his eyes open. He yawned wide, enough to crack his jaw just a bit. “Sorry… You should sleep. I think I should too.” He got up from the chair he had placed next to the bed so they could chat easier. “I can make us breakfast in the morning.”

Colette said nothing at first, seemingly content in looking at him. The silence made him see her again, at the way her selkie features seemed to have vanished, looking just like the girls from town… except, no, her eyes were still different, still that deep blue.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, pulling him out of a strange daydream.

“I was just going to be downstairs… I won’t be gone.” He’d have to pull out the couch which was rather old and stiff, and wake up early enough to avoid his father’s suspicions, who already woke up early enough as it was.

“But this is where you usually sleep?” she asked him, tilting her head.

Lloyd scratched at his hair, still half-dusted from the sea breeze. “Yeah? But, it’s yours tonight.”

And then she took his hand, held it between her own, fingertips tracing along his knuckles and thumb. With the way she touched him, it was almost entrancing, like a spell.

Later he would wonder, and later he would brush that away. Already had he been drawn to her, when she splashed in the water, smiling sharp teeth.

“I still remember them grabbing me,” she whispered, sinking into his jacket, comforted in it. “I… would like to not be alone.”

Lloyd’s memories were hazy ever since, just remembering the feel of her hands as she drew him close, the brush of her hair just against his neck. He thought he remembered the rhythm of someone’s breath, something warm and comforting – and then the taste of salt on his lips. But it had been sweet, like taffy, and the arms around him like blankets that kept him safe.

At some point he must have fallen asleep, for when he woke up the next morning that was clear and blue, lying on his bed, Colette had left.

She had taken both his coat and her own.

For the next few weeks, he no longer saw Colette, even as he passed by the same fishing spot they would once gather at each day.

But this time, he no longer worried for her, unlike before. Because sometimes she’d still leave him little gifts; once her own fashioned necklace of seaweed and pearls, floating at the top of the water’s surface. Another time, the curious splash of a baby seal that had pawed at a boat’s side, holding a seashell, carved with unfamiliar runes over its surface. And once, when he had been fishing, (and actually getting his catch), he found a lock of her golden hair on his hook, fashioned curiously like a bow, the shape of it enough to make him laugh.

Even though he missed her, he knew that most likely she would never come to meet face-to-face with him again. He had held her coat without her consent, had thought about keeping it stored somewhere out of reach. He was happy to, at the very least, receive her gifts.

“Suddenly you’ve become a much better fisherman,” Dirk commented as he looked over Lloyd’s catch one day, taking a mackerel to fillet and gut for their dinner. “Found a better spot this time?”

“Not really,” Lloyd said, determined to not lie anymore to him, even if his dad would never know about it. “The fish just come easier now.”

Lloyd started dreaming again of floating out to sea, the skies full of stormy red. He’d dream again of arms holding him close, keeping him safe in the water. He knew he was safe now, that he really had nothing to fear. So he’d open his mouth, and still be able to breathe, something sweet on his lips. He’d look towards the oceans depths and feel a hand hold his own tight, guiding him all the way.

If it was still an omen, he didn’t know what it meant. And should an omen make you feel this comforted anyway?

One day, Lloyd didn’t go on another fishing trip, but instead went out into town to restock on supplies; the tilled soil for the gardens, the kibble for Noishe, the paint for the much bigger ship he was going to build someday and sail out into the world. If he was going to be a sailor, he figured he should start acting like one!

So when he came back home, carrying the supplies from his truck to the garage at home, he didn’t expect to see familiar golden hair at his doorstep, talking to his father.

“He just went out to the city streets, but he shouldn’t be long,” Dirk’s voice traveled to him. Then he saw the shorter man turn to him, his thick beard lifting with a hidden smile. “Ah, there he is. Lloyd! You got company!”

Lloyd was unsure if, perhaps, he was still dreaming.

But he didn’t stay back, instead he walked, then ran to the house, only remembering to stop just before crashing right into her. Noishe was nearby as well, head leaning towards the girl’s hands to get a pet from her.

“Colette?” Lloyd said, too dumb to keep such precious words hidden, his father’s eyes still on him. But he was looking at her, standing on two legs again, dressed in a long skirt, though her feet were bare. Her blouse was loose, matching the afternoon sky, along with the satchel slung over her shoulder. And her hair fell down her shoulders and back like a golden cascade.

No scales, no fins, but it was her, the selkie girl right at his doorstep.

“Lloyd! It’s so good to see you,” she said to him, hands clasped before her. “I hope it’s okay to visit?”

Nothing could stop the stupid grin forming on Lloyd’s face, the light laugh that tumbled from his throat. “Yeah! I just didn’t think… I just hadn’t seen you in a while.”

By this time, his father had decided to give them some privacy, heading back inside through the front door and taking Noishe with him. Lloyd wondered if Dirk knew anything about Colette, but everything about her passed for human, down to the clothes and the smile she showed.

Once they were alone, he had to ask her, remembering only one other time she had appeared this way to him. “Is everything okay? Do you still have your-”

At that, Colette held out a hand, stopping him gently from continuing. But her smile never faltered.

“There’s something I wanted to give you… That’s one reason why I came here. If you don’t mind?”

Lloyd shook his head, and then watched as Colette reached into her satchel, unlatching the front to pull something from within. Something dark and studded with jewels like stars, like scales deep underwater, catching the sunlight.

He already felt it against his palms as Colette handed the coat to him.

“I still have yours. I was wondering if you would like mine as well?” And she giggled as she asked, his necklace glinting against her blouse, the chain still never having rusted.

#tales of symphonia #colloyd #lloyd irving #colette brunel #colloydweek2021 #fanfiction #one shot

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pumpkinleif · 4 years

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A librarian’s job, above all else, is to give information. As such, here’s a checklist of things to bring and not bring to a protest, as well as some quick tips. Please note that not all of these may be possible or reasonable for your situation, so use your best judgement. DO BRING:

CLOTHES:

A plain, water-resistant, layered outfit

Avoid logos or decorations, especially identifying ones (school slogans, local clubs, etc)

Cover all tattoos, scars, and identifying body marks

Long, well-fitting pants

Avoid pants that you’d have to pull up or adjust when running, and roll up any baggy hems.

Good running shoes or boots

Gloves

Nitrate or knit is fine, but insulated gloves can be useful for clearing debris such as broken glass or gas canisters. (Note: gas canisters are VERY HOT. Do not attempt to hold or carry one!)

Goggles

Swimmer’s goggles or safety goggles are fine. Both protect against gas and debris.

Face mask

If possible, avoid reusable masks with distinct patterns.

Hair ties

Kneepads (optional)

Falling or being tackled is very possible. Avoid scrapes!

Hat

A hood is also fine. Both obscure the face and protect against debris.

SUPPLIES:

LOTS of water!

Quick snacks

Granola bars and trail mix are ideal. Energy on the go!

Cash

Avoid using credit/debit as much as possible. Don’t leave a money trail!

First aid (ointment/bandages/alcohol wipes)

Loose fabrics/scarf/washcloth

These are VERY versatile! They can cover the face, wipe surfaces, staunch bleeding and clean out injuries, and can be dipped in vinegar or water to help breathe through smoke or gas. Likewise, a loose, billowing fabric can quickly tell you the wind direction, and so which way to run away from traveling clouds of smoke or gas.

Backpack

Extra clothes (kept in a ziplock/plastic bag)

Useful for if you’re stuck overnight! Also, if you get hit with chemicals (tear gas, pepper spray, corrosives), being able to swap to unsprayed clothes will save you a world of hurt.

Milk

Water mixed w/ antacids (Tums) or baking soda

Both milk and the above mixes can be used for pouring into the eyes of someone hit with pepper spray. A spray bottle or a water bottle with a squirt-top are ideal. (EDIT: while milk can provide immediate pain relief, there is a chance that milk can smear or aggravate mace gels, corrosives, or tear gas. If you’re unsure what someone’s been hit with, play it safe and use water.)

Sunscreen

Hand sanitizer

Watch

Keeping track of time is vital, even if your phone is dead or off.

Baggie with ID, keys, cash, and any medical info or supplies.

Do you have your inhaler? Are you epileptic? Do you need a daily medication? Write those down and keep them with you.

Ear plugs

Notepad and pen, or camera

Document anything amiss that you see!

Map of the area

Keep track of where you are, exit routes, and a distinct place to meet up if you lose track of your friends or group.

Vinegar (optional)

Again, a rag soaked in vinegar can be breathed through to help get away from tear gas.

DO NOT BRING OR WEAR:

Cell phone

UNLESS it is in Airplane mode, with Face ID and Location turned off! Your phone is very literally a data tracking device. If you can afford to leave it home, do so.

Jewelry

Necklaces, earrings, and piercings can be easily caught up, grabbed, or damaged in crowds or during conflict.

Makeup

Many anti-protest chemicals can bind to and react poorly with makeup. Washing out your eyes is much easier if they aren’t surrounded in waterproof mascara.

Contact lenses

See above. Glasses are better protection against debris.

Moisturizers/lotions

See above.

Detergent-based soaps

See above. If you can, clean yourself with PH-based soap before heading out.

Glass containers

Do not bring anything that can seriously harm you if you fall and it shatters!

Weapons

The last thing you want, if arrested, is to look like you were planning violence. This includes scissors and small pocketknives!

Drugs/Illegal items

Don’t give police any more reason than they need to hold you in custody. Protesting is legal, weed often isn’t.

TIPS:

Write the number of your lawyer or an emergency contact on your arm before leaving.

GO WITH A FRIEND. Talk with people in your area and find someone you know to pair up with, then keep an eye on each other. If you’re at a protest without a buddy, don’t be afraid to ask others around you if they want to pair up.

Clearly communicate with your friends and roommates about what you’re doing, where you’re at, what time you’re leaving, and what time you expect to be back. Make sure you set up a distinctly visual, safe location as a meet-up point if you get separated from the group, lost, or need a pick-up.

If possible, have a third party who’s not attending the protest, but can act as an emergency contact or a ride.

Document and be alert of people trying to incite violence. DO NOT be pulled into it, yourself! No veteran protest organizer wants violence, but there are MANY random people who will goad you into it at the cost of your safety.

If you feel unsafe or overwhelmed, LEAVE. Do not feel like you have to stay there 24/7 to prove your point. You’re human. Take breaks, step back, restock supplies, go home and rest and come back later.

Prepare for long hours of standing and bad weather. If you have joint pain, bring a brace. Bring something like a jacket to sit on when you can. Put clear packing tape over cardboard signs to insulate them from the rain.

Keep in touch with your buddy and the protest organizer often. Plans can change rapidly.

Check in on the health of those around you. Is someone panicking and needs to be pulled aside to breathe? Is someone hurt? Is there a bathroom around for someone to use?

Research the protest’s organizers beforehand. Is it a veteran grassroots group with previous experience and a history of nonviolence? Or are they giving off red flags towards white supremacy in a protest disguise?

Have a back-up plan in case you’re arrested or injured. Will someone feed your pets and look after your kids if you need to be out for more than a day?

Above all else, stay safe, stay in touch, and stay sharp! The best gear to have is a cool head, a history of research, and a circle of supportive allies.

#long post #leif babbles #protest #safety

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acciomanorian · 4 years

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Wasting All These Tears on You (Jurdan Modern Au)

So, I did a thing. This is my first time trying to write fanfiction, and I hope that it isn’t horrible. If you like it, and want more, I would be willing to give it another go. I actually, kinda, had fun. Also, I left room in this fic for their to definitely be a part 2.

This is based off of the song Wasting All These Tears by Cassadee Pope. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I tried to write it out instead. I really hope you guys enjoy. 1770 words.

Of all the days for Jude Duarte’s car to break down, of course it had to be the one with the downpouring rain. Fortunately, her office was only a ten minute walk from the home she shared with her fiance, Cardan. Unfortunately, she didn’t even have an umbrella, assuming she would have a working car to protect her from the rain. Maybe she could run into the coffee shop five minutes from their house, with the chocolate crullers that Cardan liked so much, a little treat for them both. Jude had been cutting down on carbs since the proposal, when she realized that she would have to wear a wedding dress, and wanting one scandalous enough to offend Madoc and Oriana.

Just as she was about to duck into the coffee shop, Jude saw something through the glass that made her heart stop. Cardan sitting in a corner booth. He was supposed to be at work until six, he said. Something about an important meeting at the firm, a new client. Maybe that’s who he was meeting, although it doesn’t explain the expression on his face, like a love sick puppy. Or the glimpse she caught of the mysterious person, a girl really, who also happened to look extremely familiar. Nope, not a business meeting, Jude thought as she saw Cardan lean forward and kiss his “client” on the lips.

As he leaned back, Cardan looked up, out the window and saw Jude standing there, watching him and a look of absolute horror overtook his face. The girl looked over as well. Nicasia. There was a sly smirk on her painted face, and she snuck a kiss on Cardan’s cheek before getting up from the booth and walking out the door. Cardan followed her, and Jude didn’t know if he intended to stop and explain himself or just keep following Nicasia. She turned away at the last second, feeling the tears running down her face, and began to walk towards her home.

“Jude!” She heard Cardan call behind her, but she was not going to wait. “Jude! Please, let me explain.”

“Explain?” Jude cried, whipping around so fast, her wet hair smacked across her face. “Explain what? That you’re cheating on me? That you’re lying about where you are, so that I think I’m in a loving relationship with a loving fiance.” People were staring, but it was the least of her concerns. Cardan however, was looking around, trying to find a place where they could talk without all the attention.

“Please, Jude. Let’s go home, let me talk, let me explain.”

“No. You can go home. I’m done. I’m going to stay at Vivi’s. I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my stuff,” Jude turned around again, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call her older sister. Catching sight of the diamond on her finger, Jude ripped it off and threw it at Cardan, shouting “Take this, too. Maybe you can give it to Nicasia, since it seems you care more about her than about me.”

Cardan let the ring land at his feet, not bothering to pick it up. “Jude, dear…” he said softly, but Jude was done listening to his lies. She didn’t want an explanation. She wanted her sisters, and a dozen bottles of alcohol, preferably the strong stuff. Luckliy, that was Vivi’s specialty, being a bartender at the local gay bar.

The phone rang once, before Vivienne answered with a “‘Sup.”

“I’m coming over,” was all Jude said. The tears were running down her face, mingling with the rain pouring from the sky.

There was radio silence, on the other end of the phone, and then “Okay”. No questions, nothing. This was the reason Jude called her older sister first, rather than her twin. She also knew that the second Jude hung up the phone, Vivi would be calling Taryn, and Jude’s best friend Liliver.

The second Jude walked through the door of Vivi’s apartment, she was bombarded with a hug by Taryn, before being traded off to Vivi, and then Vivi’s wife Heather. After she was released, Jude found a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter, placed there by Vivi only moments before. Without any hesitation, she ripped off the top and began to guzzle it down like it was water, relishing the burn in her throat, hoping that it will make her forget the ache in her heart.

She was halfway through the bottle when Liliver walked through the door, saw the look of Jude’s face and said, “Viv, you better have more than just that one bottle.”

She shot Lil a look. “What do you take me for? An amature?”

Liliver just shook her head before coming over to Jude. “Babe, what happened?” she asked, swiping the bottle out of Jude’s hands. Lil took a sip before handing it back to her.

“Cardan cheated on me. I saw him kissing another girl, and not just any other girl, but Nicasia.”

“Nicasia,” Taryn started, “as in his ex Nicasia.”

“The one and only.” Jude took another chug of the vodka and wiped her wet eyes with the palm of her free hand.

“That bastard. Wait until I get my hands on him, he’ll never know what hit him, my baby sister.” Vivi began to pace, until Heather put a hand on her back and handed her a glass of honey whiskey. She had two more glasses, as well as a barely opened bottle. Pouring generous amounts of the alcohol into the cups, she handed them out to Taryn and Liliver. Heather opted for a ginger ale herself, due to the fact that she was 3 months pregnant.

“I have a better idea,” said Taryn after draining her glass. “Let’s go out and get wasted.”

Jude looked up at her twin, and saw the devilish grin on her face. “For the record, I had already planned on getting wasted, either alone or with you guys, but I’m in. Anything to make me forget, even for a little while.” She turned to Vivi, “You got something I can wear, cause I’m not going to a bar in my slacks.”

Vivienne ran to her room, returning moments later with a silver mini dress. “The only way you’re wearing this is if you promise no more Cardan tears, cause I don’t need that negative energy polluting my favorite dress.” Jude only wiped her eyes a final time and took the last swig out of the vodka bottle. Rising from the chair, she accepted the dress from her sister and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, thanking God for waterproof mascara and proceeded to get dressed. The silver mini was a little tight, thanks to Vivi’s slender figure, but fit nonetheless.

Jude exited the bathroom, and grabbed her phone from her bag by the door. 13 missed calls, all from Cardan. She shut it off and threw it back into her bag, no inclination to call him back.

“Let’s go get wildly drunk and make me forget everything,” Jude loudly shouted, followed by a woot from her sisters and friends. She was beginning to slur a little, the effects of an entire bottle of vodka slowly hitting her brain. Heather noticed this, and also knew that it was only going to get worse.

“As the only person here who can’t drink, I volunteer to be the designated driver and get all of your drunk asses home tonight.” Heather also knew that she would be the only one with a working brain tonight.

The girls piled into Heather and Vivi’s car and made their way to Elfhame, the only bar where ladies get in free at all hours. Even though it was only a ten minute ride, Jude couldn’t hide her delight of the tiny bottles of assorted liquors being handed out from Vivi’s tiny bag.

“Bottom’s up,” said Lil, before shooting back whatever was in the bottle she had been handed. Jude also drained hers, some cheap tequila. Good enough to get her drunk fast, but not enough to avoid a major hangover in the morning.

Two more shots later, they arrived at the club, and were ceremoniously allowed inside. Jude would be lying if she said that she hadn’t flirted with the bouncer a bit in her inebriated state, just for a little extra treatment. It was granted, as the group was corralled into the VIP section and handed complimentary margaritas, mostly alcohol from the smell of them. A sip of her’s confirmed Jude’s suspicion, and she began to take bigger sips. As soon, as she finished the first drink, a second was pressed into her hand, another margarita that Jude drank half of immediately before making her way to the dance floor.

Two hours, and about five drinks later, Jude was having the time of her life. Dancing with her sisters and friends, enjoying herself without the pressure of having a fiance at home who might not be too approving of the dancing she was doing with strangers at the club.

When Jude and Taryn excused themselves for a quick brush up in the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of a guy watching her with profound interest. She knew him too, and allowed him to see her face, and the enjoyment of the night. Valerian just shot her a grin, in his eyes, a promise for something fun later.

“How are you feeling?” Taryn asked once they got into the bathroom.

“Never better,” Jude replied, throwing on another layer of lipstick. “I don’t even remember what I was crying about earlier, or if I was even crying.”

“Good, I’m glad. We haven’t had a good girls night out in a while. I missed this, and I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Jude gave her twin a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain behind. Taryn didn’t even bother to wipe it off, she just laughed and pulled her sister out the door and back onto the dance floor, where they were greeted with another round of tequila shots and margaritas.

…

At five in the morning, Jude found herself on the bathroom floor of the guest room she was sharing with Taryn and Lil. She was over the toilet, dry-heaving the alcohol left in her system. As the memories returned to her more sober brain, she began to cry in earnest again. She remembered why she wanted to go out drinking, remembered seeing Cardan and Nicasia together, the fight, the ring. Jude felt her heart break a second time.

#jurdan #breakup #viviennexheather #liliver #thebomb #taryn #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #cardanxnicasia #club #fanfiction #this is my first time writing so please dont hate it #i tried really hard #the folk of the air #cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #tusermonique

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falling (like the rain)

Masterlist | AO3

Written for Adrinette April Day 19: Rain

@adrinetteapril

Adrien didn't particularly enjoy telling people about his specific specialization of magic. He hated lying, and although the lie was necessary for his safety, it still left a bad taste in his mouth.

The typical elemental (if you could call the rarest form of magic user typical) controlled only one of the four elements: air, water, fire, and earth. The Graham de Vanily twins were contradictions to this rule in their abilities to control two elements. Emilie Agreste controlled the elements air and water and Amelie Graham de Vanily controlled the elements fire and earth - speculation ran rampant that had only one daughter been born, she would have been a true elemental.

Adrien, the greatest anomaly of them all, had control over all four elements, a power referred to as true elementalism. Adrien was the fourteenth true elemental in all of recorded history - needless to say, this was an ability his parents kept quiet. Adrien lied and told people that he was a water elemental. He kept his control over fire, air, and earth a secret, practicing them only in the safety of his own home.

Adrien didn't enjoy lying, but he knew that it was necessary. Should his true elemental nature ever be revealed, he would never know privacy again. The media hounded the Graham de Vanily family for months after Emilie and Amelie came out as duel elementals, he could imagine the storm of publicity that would arise should it ever be revealed that he was a true elemental.

Worse than the lying, Adrien wasn't allowed to enter public school. When he was young, he was enrolled in a private school, but everything changed when his mother was kidnapped. Her kidnappers, scientists obsessed with figuring out the secret to elementalism, had held her captive for five months. During those five months, seven-year-old Adrien spent every day worrying that his mother wasn't going to come home. After his mother was rescued and his father revealed that Adrien wasn't going to be sent back to school, Adrien was relieved. He didn't think he could go an entire school day away from his recently returned mother.

Now, it took eight years for Adrien to convince his parents that he was ready to return to public school. His family rarely left the safety of the Agreste Mansion and its walled-in grounds, but Adrien longed to make friends in the outside world. When his mother finally agreed with him, and in turn convinced his father that Adrien should enroll in classes with his peers, Adrien was ecstatic. Adrien daydreamed about his first day of school for weeks. He envisioned the day going perfectly. He imagined all the new friends he would make, all the interesting classes he could take, all the new clubs and activities he could join.

His first day of school hadn't gone as perfectly as he anticipated. He made a new friend, Nino Lahiffe; however, he also managed to make an enemy out of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who was, according to Nino, the nicest girl in their class. It wasn't exactly his fault - Chloé was the one who stuck a misfortune charm to her seat. According to Nino, his friendship with Chloé was a red flag for him being a bully. Apparently, Chloé bulled Marinette mercilessly for years

Adrien spent the entire day trying to explain himself to Marinette, but every time he got close she slipped away. Eventually, he ran into her at the end of the day right outside of the school. She was standing underneath the entrance to the school, holding her arm out to feel the rain. A crash of thunder overhead muffled Adrien's footsteps as he walked up behind her.

"Hey," Adrien greeted.

Marinette spun around, obviously startled. Her face fell when she recognized him, and she turned around, purposefully ignoring him.

"I just wanted you to know that I was only trying to take the misfortune charm off your seat, I swear. I've never been to school before. I've never had friends. It's all sort of new to me."

"Oh." Marinette gave him a reevaluating look, and it was enough to reassure Adrien that he was making some progress.

"It's raining pretty hard. I can walk you home if you'd like."

"Do you have an umbrella?"

"I have something better." Adrien stepped out into the rain, manipulating the air overhead of him to create a sort of umbrella overhead.

"You're a water elemental." Marinette sounded surprised.

Adrien nodded, though even that was technically a lie. It was much easier to make his umbrella out of a force field of air, rather than to manipulate every droplet of rain.

Marinette stepped out of the shelter of the alcove and got under Adrien's 'umbrella', with a small smile. "I'll forgive you, but only if you keep me dry."

They started walking, Marinette pressed up against Adrien's side as she tried to keep under his umbrella. All was going well, and all should have gone well, given that Marinette's house was less than a block away. Unfortunately, Adrien's foot caught on an uneven bit of sidewalk, and he tripped forward, his umbrella of air dematerializing as soon as his concentration broke. Adrien tried to get his umbrella back in place as quickly as possible, but by the time he and Marinette were under shelter again, both were soaked from their brief time in the pouring rain. Marinette looked shocked, her soaking wet hair dripping onto her shockingly dry clothes.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck guiltily. "Sorry."

Marinette giggled. "It wasn't your fault that you tripped. I'm not mad at you."

"Thanks." There was still a question that Adrien wanted to be answered. "How are your clothes so dry?"

Marinette pulled the collar of her coat out so that Adrien could see the sigil stitched into it. "Protection against water. I stitched it myself. I'm a threadwitch. I specialize in protective sigils."

"That's cool. It's a lot more useful than elementalism."

Marinette shook her head. "Elementalism is way cooler."

Adrien shrugged. "You have to have perfect concentration the entire time that you're wielding water. This certainly isn't the first time I've gotten soaked because I broke focus for a millisecond. For the most part, my control of water is only good for party tricks, like making umbrellas."

Marinette stopped underneath a bakery awning, and Adrien realized that it must be where she lived. "Well, we can agree to disagree. Also, if you ever want me to waterproof some of your clothes, I can embroider a sigil into them."

"That sounds great," Adrien smiled. "So, are we friends now?"

Marinette nodded. "We're friends now."

Out of the corner of his eye, Adrien saw Gorilla pull the car up to the curb outside of the bakery. He winced when he realized that his parents were going to scold him for running out without any warning. "That's my ride. Bye, Marinette."

"Bye Adrien." Marinette seemed a bit sad to see him go, but in an instant, her face suddenly brightened. "Wait just a second." She ducked into the bakery and came out a moment later with a little paper bag. "A thank-you present, for walking me home."

Adrien peeked inside the bag, which contained a rainbow of macarons. "Thank you, Marinette."

"See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Marinette agreed. Adrien couldn't wait to see her again.

#adrinetteapril2020 #adrinette #miraculous ladybug #adrinette april 2020 #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #my work #miraculous ladybug fic

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jaa1682-27 · 4 years

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Violent Delights

Summary: Kia and Mando seek Kuiil’s help to help them get their parts back and repair the Razor Crest.

Chapter 6

We departed the farm soon after, Mando, the child, and I hitching a ride on the empty trailer being pulled by Kuiil’s Blurrg.

We were riding through a downfall, thunder booming overhead. Mando sat up front, perched like a statue, his gun lain across his legs. The child was safe and secure in his pod, but I was shivering under a cloak that Kuiil was kind enough to let me borrow.

Even though the cloak was very thick and waterproof, Arvala-7’s elements were still unkind to me as it was very cold as well. Eventually, Mando noticed my shivering and asked, “Are you cold?”

“I-I’m f-fine,” I mumbled out, trying to not to worry him.

Mando sighed, “No, you’re not.”

“I-It’s fine, M-Mando.”

Mando turned to look forward before stepping down from -his perch and sitting beside me. My breath hitched…and it wasn’t from the cold. I realized that he was using his own body heat to warm me. Mando didn’t sit too close to me, but he was close enough.

When the rain finally let up, it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep shortly afterwards. I woke up with a slight pain in my neck, as I had been leaning on the side of the trailer, my arms resting under my head.

We made it to the Sandcrawler around midday, and the Jawas had set up tents and were running around.

They all exclaimed when they spotted Kuiil, who greeted them in their language. They were excited until they saw Mando, and then, blasters and other weapons came out.

“They really don’t like you for some reason,” Kuiil said to us. As we passed the Sandcrawler, some of the Jawas stuck their heads out of some of the compartments, but most shut their windows with a loud slam!

“You need to drop your rifle,” Kuiil warned.

“I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are a part of my religion,” Mando insisted from his seat at the front of the trailer.

The child put his hand on my arm, and looked up at me, bright-eyed. I smiled and scooped him into my lap. I reached for a protein bar out of my bag, and split it between the child and myself.

“Then, you are not getting your parts back,” Kuiil replied.

“Mando,” I gritted. We were never getting off this planet if we couldn’t get our parts back.

Mando sighed, “Fine.” Then, Mando set the gun down next to him on the trailer.

“And the blaster,” I added. Kuiil gave Mando a look, and he reluctantly dropped it next to my leg.

Mando exited the trailer and followed Kuiil to negotiate with the Jawas. While I was grateful for Kuiil and his help, it seemed that the negotiations were not going well.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying well, until Mando lost his temper and tried to fry a few Jawas with his flamethrower. I sighed and shook my head.

Kuiil calmed him down, and a few Jawas wandered over by the trailer. One tried to reach for the child, who was looking at them curiously, but I quickly pulled out my vibroblade and they cowered away.

Mando snapped, “Get away from them!”

The Jawas retreated at the sound of his voice, and I let out the breath that I had been holding. The negotiation continued on for a little while longer, and then, they started chanting, something that sounded like, “Suka! Suka!”

Kuiil relayed the information to me once we boarded the Sandcrawler with the Jawas, Mando, and the child. Apparently, what the Jawas really wanted was some type of egg, and if Mando got it for them, they would give us the parts back.

I sat between Kuiil and Mando, who had to scrunch down in the cabin since he was too tall. A Jawa chanted, “Suka!” at him and he just shook his head. When we hit a bump, his helmet banged against the ceiling and he let out a soft groan in annoyance. I turned my head to stifle my laughter.

After some time, the Sandcrawler stopped. Kuiil, Mando, the child, and I, along with a few Jawas, met at the opened hatch. Kuiil just nodded at Mando, and then Mando turned to me.

Before he spoke, I said, “I’m gonna sit this one out. I mean, you’re just getting an egg, right? You don’t need me.”

Mando nodded in agreement and replied, “Hold onto the comms, in case-“

“-In case I run into trouble; I know the drill. While I’m here, I’ll see if I can dig around some, maybe they have something that can be useful for us.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Mando answered before he began his decent down the ramp.

I caught his arm and his helmet instantly turned to me. “And, don’t die,” I said quickly.

Mando nodded and he and the child were soon out of sight once they walked over a nearby hill. My heart clenched at the fact that he was taking the child with him, but we both knew the child was probably safer with him than here with me.

Kuiil decided to plant himself by the ramp to keep watch for their return while I tried to busy myself by tinkering with some of the broken items on their ship. A few of the Jawas watched me curiously, but overall, they didn’t give me any problems.

A few hours passed, the Jawas were starting to get restless. They kicked Kuiil and I out of the Sandcrawler and started to raise the ramp. I cursed lightly under my breath and glared at them. Not even a minute later, Kuiil chimed, “Mando!”

Mando, followed by the child, limped over the hill. He was covered in mud, and most of his armor was bent and twisted in different ways, but he (and the Child) were alive. I let out a breath in relief.

We were going home.

Mando explained the details about what happened when he was gone when I asked about the Child, who had not awoken by the time we returned to the Crest. I, like Kuiil, had heard rumors about beings who could lift objects without touching them, but everyone accepted them as just rumors. Could there be some truth to them?

Kuiil offered to help us put the Razor Crest back together, and I was more than grateful. I was sure Mando was too, because it would have taken days and a LOT of credits to get a crew out here and fix it up for us. With Kuiil’s help, we worked through the night.

I was exhausted, but pushed through, gulping down a few caffeine shots that I stolen from Rhonona’s kitchen. I guessed Mando noticed, because at one point, he said, “You should get some rest. Kuiil and I can take care of things for a while.”

I shook my head, “No, I’m alright. Besides, if I don’t help, it means staying on this planet for a lot longer than I would like. I just wanna get this done so I can go home. Besides, I know the ins and outs of this ship probably better than you do.” I gulped down another shot and Mando left me to finish the wiring for the engines.

Once everything was finished, and the engines were now running again, Kuiil met us at the ramp to say goodbye.

“I can’t thank you enough. Please allow me to give you a portion of the reward,” Mando said to him. I noted that his voice was very genuine.

“It’s only fair, Kuiil. Please,” I agreed.

“I cannot accept. You were both my guests and I am therefore at the service of you both,” Kuiil replied, and I nodded with a smile.

There was an awkward pause, and Mando said, “We could use a crew member of your ability, and I can pay handsomely.”

“I am honored, but I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude,” Kuiil replied.

“I understand. Then, all I can offer is my thanks.”

“Thank you, Kuiil,” I added, extending my hand.

Kuiil reached for it and held it gently, “And I offer mine to you both. Thank you for bringing peace to my valley.”

When Kuiil left the ship and boarded his Blurrg, he said to us, “And good luck with the Child. May it survive and bring you a handsome reward. And good luck to you, Kia. You will make a fine bounty hunter.”

Mando nodded to Kuiil and I followed him up to the cockpit; the child’s pod trailing behind us. Mando started the engines and I monitored everything, making sure everything was functioning properly. I did a quick scan with my datapad, and nodded at Mando.

“Everything looks good. We should be clear to take off,” I said to him.

Mando said nothing and proceeded to slowly ascend the ship into the atmosphere. Kuiil sent us a wave and I waved back with a smile.

I buckled myself in the co-pilot seat next to the child as we took off into space. It was silent for a while, and I proceeded to finish my scans of the ship as Mando piloted.

Suddenly, he turned around and gently rocked the child’s pod. The child didn’t awake and he quickly turned around. I ignored the exchange and continued with my work. The child stirred next to me, and then left out a soft coo, alerting us that he was awake.

Without looking at him, I reached for a protein ration in my pocket and handed it to him. The child cooed at me, and I smiled silently as he began to nibble on it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mando’s helmet turned back towards the front of the ship.

#the mandalorian #mando #black female #original female character #baby yoda #din djarin #din

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Of Strange Companions and Raging Rivers

(Thorin's POV)

The company was acting weird, that's for certain. When I had woken up this morning, I was the last one up, when normally I was the first. Everything was taken care of. Ponies saddled, breakfast made and being eaten, the route was planned, and everyone was up, their things on the ponies. All in all, I was slightly proud of them. The only thing that made me worry, was that Fili, Kili, Myrin volunteered. As in, they took charge, told everyone what to do, and wouldn't let me do anything when I woke up. I glanced back at them, where they were riding their steeds, talking quietly right behind me. Something was up, again, and the way everyone else was smiling, it wouldn't end well for who ever it was for. I had a feeling it was me. I took a sip of my water again, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't try to dump me into another mud pit. The last one, you couldn't even tell it was there from the road. Myrin burst into a fit of suppressed giggles, so I turned around, staring intently at her.

"What's so funny," I inquired. "Bilbo dumped pepper in your hood," She asked, still trying to suppress her giggles. I rolled my eyes as I nodded. Full out laughter from Myrin. Fili and Kili shared that evil look, then started to imitate my sneezing from a few weeks ago. That sent everyone into giggles. I turned back around, growling silently. I loved those three dearly, but at times like this, I wanted nothing more then to hang them from their toes. Someone quietly counted down behind me. "Three, two one," Kili said, barely in a whisper. Two deep breaths, and a very off key song, sounded from my nephews. "For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow," They shouted. I must say that I jumped. "FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLLLLOOOOOOOW! THAAAAT NOBODY CAN DENY!!!" Next thing I know, I have them both on either side of me, strangling my chest and neck in what I think they meant to be hugs. Barely able to keep a straight face, I gently wrapped an arm around them both, and gave them a little squeeze also prying them off. "What are you two trying to get away with," I asked when they sat back up. Kili gaped at me. "Can't we just give our Uncle a hug for no reason," He asked. I looked at him, and he gave me his puppy eyes. That confirmed it, something was up. "We're not doing anything Thorin," Fili promised. I turned my gaze to Fili. He shrugged and looked beyond me at Kili. Fili blinked at Kili, who gulped. "By the way, did you two send that letter," I asked, remembering that very important letter. Kili nodded eagerly, but Fili shook his head. "But we did get it to it's recipient," Fili said. I frowned at him. "How can you not deliver a letter, yet have the person it's meant for receive it?" I stared at Fili, who was slowly shrinking. If they had opened it and read it's contents, I was dead. I turned to Kili. "Did you send the letter or not," I asked him. "Wetriedtobutthepostmaster-" "Slow down, and speak properly!" Kili took another deep breath and started again, slowly. "Weeeee....Trrrriiiii-" "Talk normally! You sound like one of those tree people!" I could feel Fili's gaze on me, but I kept mine on Kili. He nodded and tried again. "We attempted to send the letter, but because it didn't have a name on it, the post master would not even look twice at it." Yep, I'm dead. "What did you do with it," I asked, trying to stay calm. "We weren't sure what to do with it," Fili said. "But figuring that Dwalin knew you best, we gave it to him," Kili finished. My mouth went dry, and my stomach churned as I stared in disbelief at the two idiots next to me. I hadn't't been lying when I said it was an important letter, but it was meant for Myrin! I poured my heart and soul into that letter, and they gave it to my best friend. I really, really hoped Dwalin hadn't't read it. Well, at least they didn't read it.... "No, I realized what that seal was, so I gave it to Myrin," Fili said. I wasn't sure which to believe, but I was going with Fili, because I entrusted him with the letter. My panic attack faded, only to return twice as hard when I realized that she had yet to read it. What's worse, she would probably read it when everyone was up still, and someone would read it over her shoulder. Then our relationship would be revealed and either Dwalin would kill us on the spot, or Fili and Kili would. The last thing I need is her getting hurt, not only would it break my heart, she was a pain in the neck when she couldn't do anything. "You know, I think I should read this letter now," Myrin said loudly behind me. I whirled around, hoping she didn't mean what I thought it meant. In her hand, which she was waving around like a banner, was an envelope, and from what I could tell when she waved the front of it towards me, that was my letter. She couldn't be daft enough to read it in front of everyone, could she?! I swallowed my fear, and yes, this was a cold fear, and tried not to look too interested in the letter. "Read what," I asked, sounding normal to my ears. Myrin smiled and tossed her head. "Just a letter I received," She said. Crap, crap, crap, Crap, CRAP, CRRRRAAAPPP! She peeled the seal off, slow as death. She took a deep breath as she pulled the letter out. "It reads, 'Dear Thorin,' " She began. "I thought you said you got it," I interrupted. She rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side. "I got it, only if I promised to read to you," She yelled. She cleared her throat and began again. "Dear Thorin, we the company, would like to wish you a very happy birthday. Because of our lack of supplies, coinage, and other such necessities to throw you a proper birthday, we have decided to say something positive about you." "Hey, that isn't't what we agreed on," Gloin yelled. Myrin shrugged as she returned her gaze to the letter. "That's what's wrote," She said. "That's what I wrote," Ori said at the same time. All steely gazed turned from Myrin, to Ori. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I announced. All the company's gaze turned to me. "We can't throw you a good birthday on the road, and giving you a day off doesn't really count," Dwalin growled. "Everyone deserves a proper birthday laddie," Balin added. "The hobbit shall go first, then we will continue from youngest to eldest," Myrin finished. She folded up the letter, shoved it back in the envelope and shoved it into her satchel. I rubbed my face, glad for many reasons. Then one by one, and slowly, the company gave me compliments. Bilbo said that because he had known me for such a short time, he couldn't think of a proper compliment, but attempted to give one anyways. He said I was very lucky, and I have to agree with him. Then Kili said I was the best uncle ever. Fili argued that it was his compliment, and a brief brawl ensued. Myrin finished it when she said that it could be both of their's. Ori was next, then Nori, Dori, Bifur, Bombur, Bofur, Gloin, Oin, Dwalin, Balin, Gandalf and Myrin finished. "Your poetry was excellent," She said. I frowned at her, then it dawned on me that she in fact had read the letter. I flashed her the biggest grin I could muster. Mostly because I could feel my face turning shades and I needed a good excuse.

(Kili's POV)

Rain, rain, go away come again another day! Ever since June 2nd, it had been raining. Everything was soaked, the food that was dry was stale, and the constant sound of raindrops dropping onto the ground, the pony's hide, my hood, was making me insane. "Oh mister Gandalf, can't you do something to stop this deluge," Dori called from behind me. Gandalf turned around, irritably. "It is raining, master Dwarf," He announced. "And it will continue to rain until the rain is done! If you wish to change the weather in the world, find yourself another wizard!" Bilbo looked up as much as he could without getting rain in his eyes. "Are there any," Bilbo asked. Gandalf looked at the burglar. "What," The aged wizard asked. I stifled a snort, and turned it into a sneeze. Myrin, who was riding next to Thorin, looked back and frowned. "You will not, I repeat, NOT get a cold," She growled. I nodded and wiped my nose. She scowled a little more at me, then sat back in her saddle. "Other wizards," Bilbo continued. Gandalf looked ahead and leaned back in his saddle. "Yes there are five," He said. "There is Saruman the white, the head of our order. The blues.... You know I've quiet forgotten their names." His voice trailed off, so Bilbo got him back on track. "And the fifth," The hobbit asked. Gandalf seemed to smile. "That would be Radagast the brown." Bilbo frowned at his saddle horn, then looked back at Gandalf. "Is he a great wizard.....Or is he more like you," He asked. I frowned at him. Gandalf is a great wizard! How dare he say that he wasn't. Then again, he didn't pull me out of my home and send me on what could be the first/last adventure of my life. Gandalf looked sideways at Bilbo, still facing ahead. "Well I think he's a great wizard," Gandalf exclaimed, completely missing the insult, thankfully. We didn't need a roasted hobbit on our hands. "In his own way. He prefers the company of small animals over people. He watches the woods in the East, keeps an eye out for any rising danger..." Gandalf's voice trailed off again. Bilbo shook, flinging water droplets every which way. Then, all of the sudden, the rain stopped. Myrin looked up, her white waterproof hood fell off as she looked towards the sky. "I'm going to scout while there's a break in the storm," She said. She clacked at Lakita, who promptly shook, showering Thorin, Fili, Bilbo and I with water. They flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. I wiped the water off my face and pulled my hood off. "Put that back on Kili," Fili said, pulling my hood back up. I turned towards him, frowning, and pulled my hood back down. Dwalin rode behind me and pulled it back up. I glared at him as he rode up next to Thorin. I pulled it back down again. "I'm not going to catch a cold," I growled at him. Dwalin snorted and readjusted his own hood. "Yes you will," Fili said. "Listen to him Kili," Thorin growled. I reluctantly pulled my hood up. "It's wet anyways," I grumbled. Some of us didn't have waterproof cloaks like Thorin and Myrin. "Better to have at least some protection from the rain," Thorin grumbled back. "I would listen to him Kili," Bilbo added. "Having rain flow down your back isn't the most enjoyable thing." "I am listening to him, aren't I," I growled at him. "I put up my hood didn't I?" "Don't snap at the hobbit Kili," Fili growled at me. "He's just trying to save your hide from Thorin." I turned to face him, and found my sweet older brother glaring at me. I sighed noisily and turned back to the hobbit. "Sorry for snapping," I muttered. Bilbo shrugged. "I am surprised everyone else isn't snapping," Bilbo admitted.

A few hours later, Myrin landed right next to Thorin, frowning. "You should see this," She said. Everyone looked up and stared at her through the rain. Thorin pulled his pony to a stop next to Lakita. "Show me," Thorin said. Myrin shook her head. "You have to fly there, in order to see it." "You aren't doing that Thorin," Dwalin said. Myrin stared ice daggers at him. "He'll be perfectly fine on Lakita," Myrin said, patting the griffon's feathers. Lakita trilled as she looked around. "Just like riding a pony. And he must see this." Dwalin glared at her. "Is it something you find interesting," Dwalin asked. "If you call a danger in the path interesting, then yes, it is very interesting," Myrin snarled at him. She turned back to Thorin. "Just get on." Thorin grumbled something, got off his pony, got on Lakita, behind Myrin and they flew off, leaving Dwalin fuming. Bilbo leaned over. "What's with them," He asked, throwing his head towards Dwalin. "Old grudges I guess," I said. I glanced at Fili, who shrugged. We never really knew what made Dwalin and Myrin enemies, so it must of happened before they settled in Ered Luin. Bilbo frowned and squinted at Dwalin, who was leading Thorin's pony at the head of the line. "Must been something bad..." "Who knows," Fili said. He dug his heels into the pony and jolted forward. I followed suit and glanced at Bilbo, who was shaking his head, mumbling to himself. I leaned over. "What are you thinking," I asked. Bilbo looked up and shook his head. "Just wondering what was so interesting," Bilbo growled. We didn't have to wait too long to ask. Lakita, Myrin and Thorin were flying rapidly back towards us from the north east. Lakita landed and laid on her stomach, then Thorin was shoved off the saddle. Mryin started to shout at him loudly and in Khuzdul. You would think that I could understand it, but I couldn't. She was talking so fast, I could only pick up words. The ones that made sense, were Idiot, Balrog, Let Go, Told You, Never, and Stupid. Thorin sat in the mud staring at Myrin as she ranted at him. She gave him one more hard scowl, then she flew into the sky. Thorin pulled himself off the ground and brushed himself off. He walked over to his pony and got on. "Move on," He said. "What did you do Thorin," Gandalf shouted, spurring ahead to ride next to Thorin. Thorin snorted. "I didn't do anything," Thorin growled back as we started to move again. "You obviously did something," I yelled at him. "Why else would Myrin yell at you like that! She called you a Balrog, Thorin. She doesn't even call NORK one!" Thorin turned his steely gaze at me, his eyes narrowed. "Because her beast did it, and she won't admit it." I felt my jaw drop. Lakita wouldn't harm anyone, ever! I rode on her when I was three, and nothing happened. I shut my mouth and glared back at Thorin. Thorin bared his teeth at me and turned back around, growling still. "I think I agree with her," I shouted. I rode out of the line and rode ahead of everyone. "KILI, GET BACK HERE," Thorin shouted. "YOU TOO FILI!" I turned around, and found Fili following me. "Kili," Fili shouted after a while. "We should go back!" I snorted and slowed down. "Why," I asked. Fili rode up next to me. "Because we don't know what's out here," Fili said quietly. "Sure, Thorin might be a balrog, but we don't know what happened exactly. There might be a chance that something happened to make Lakita snap-" "No, Lakita won't even hunt near us," I yelled at him. I pointed back towards the line of ponies now in the distance. "He's been irrational, thinking that Lakita did something." Fili nodded. "I agree, Lakita is the safest griffon out there," Fili defended. "But we don't know what's out here, and I would like to stay alive. Can we please get back, we don't even have to acknowledge Thorin." I looked at Fili through one eye. Okay, so he agreed with me, and was willing to bare Thorin's anger with me. I sighed, and turned the pony back towards the company. "Fine," I said through my teeth. I dug my heels into the pony's sides and it lunged forward. "Don't pick sides yet," Fili warned. "Not until we get both sides of the story." I nodded. We got to the camp and removed the saddles from the ponies. Everyone else was by the fire, how they were able to make it in this rain was beyond me. Then again, Gloin was pretty handy with a flint. Someone must of found some dry wood too. Thorin was sitting under a tree, a bowl of stew in his hands. I glared at him and grabbed my bowl from my pack. Bombur dished me some stew and I sat by the hobbit. Bilbo looked up, the cloak he was borrowing from Dwalin was huge on him. I couldn't help but snicker at him as I sat next to him. "I know it's huge, but don't laugh," Bilbo grumbled. He was sitting in his own little tent, all made by the cloak, so how could I not? Fili joined me next to Bilbo, his own bowl of food in his hand. Bilbo turned to him and burrowed further into his tent. "Staying dry," Fili asked. Bilbo nodded. "Rather be sitting on the saddle then here though." "Why's that," I asked. The saddle was harder then tree roots, last I remembered. "It's dry," Bilbo said with a smirk. I nodded with my own smirk. "Or it was... So what did Myrin say to Thorin earlier?" "We don't know really," Fili said quietly, tossing Thorin a look. He was talking quietly with Dwalin. Fili turned back to Bilbo, who was frowning. "But she was speaking your language, right?" "Yeah, but she was talking fast. We could only pick up a few words. And they weren't too nice." Bilbo looked at us through one eye. "Define nice," I grumbled. Fili rolled his eyes as he looked towards the top of the tree. "Okay, so nice was exaggeration," Fili said very quietly. "She called him a few nasty names." Bilbo frowned at Fili. "But they weren't even out for half an hour," Bilbo reminded. "What could of happened in that time to make her so.... cross?" I looked around the camp and smiled. "We can find out now," I said, pointing to Myrin. She was walking to the stew pot, a scowl on her face, bowl in hand. Bombur gave her some food and she walked over to Thorin. He turned around a little and looked her in the eye. "Hope you're here to apologize," He mumbled. Fili and I flinched. Bad move Thorin.... Myrin's free hand clenched, and she threw her bowl of stew down. "You think I'M here to apologize," She screeched at him. "If anyone should, you are the first that comes to mind! I told you NOT to do something, and you DID IT!" "I didn't do anything," Thorin yelled back, standing up. "That's just it, YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" "If that beast didn't let go of me, then that wouldn't of happened!" Myrin bared her teeth at Thorin. "How could she of LET GO?! YOU WERE ON HER BACK!!!! AND IF ANYONE'S A BEAST HERE, YOU ARE!" Balin stood up and set his hand on Myrin's shoulder. "Lassie, calm down-" "NO, I AM NOT CALMING DOWN," Myrin growled/screeched at Balin. "Thorin nearly DIED because he didn't follow my instructions, all because he thought he knew better! Well, guess what?! You don't, and you almost died because you thought you did!" Thorin opened his mouth, shut it and glared at her. "That was uncalled though, calling me a Balrog," He growled at her. "YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT," Myrin snarled at him, twice as harsh this time around. She raised her hand, probably to slap him, but drew it back to her ear and morphed it into a pointer. She launched her pointer at Thorin's nose, and held it right in front of it. "Do you have any idea what would happen if you died," She asked, deathly quiet. "The journey would be forfeit, Erebor would never be reclaimed, Dis would have lost another brother, Fili and Kili their uncle, and the council in Ered Luin would over run everything. All in all, everything you care about would be destroyed. Don't do anything like that again..." Myrin lowered her finger, glared once more at Thorin and stalked off. The camp was silent, only everyone's shocked breathing could be heard.

A week later, and Myrin still wasn't talking to Thorin. Multiple times, Thorin had ridden up to talk with her, and she flew away, leaving Thorin fuming again. The rain hadn't stopped, so we were riding through mud, puddles, the food had gotten soaked, and what wasn't soaked was moldy. Fortunately, the deer had been out a lot in this weather, so Fili and I went hunting every night. Unfortunately, the wind had knocked many twigs down, so even if we would tread lightly, something would snap, alerting the deer and sending them away. Luckily, this time around, we hadn't stepped on anything, and had already brought down a few hawks. Too bad the arrows had broken when they landed though.... I loosed an arrow at the buck in front of me and it missed. The buck leaped away as I yelled into the flooded forest. That was my last arrow, and I had lost it into the brier bushes. I wouldn't borrow from Myrin, she needed those to scout, and I couldn't borrow from anyone else. Thorin was the only other archer, and I wouldn't borrow from him in his current mood. He wasn't snapping at everything, but he wasn't exactly agreeable either. Fili burst from the bushes, two hawks in each hand. "Didn't get it," He asked, already knowing the answer. I growled and shouldered my bow, not meeting his gaze. "That's okay Kee, I mean.... We have these pretties don't we?" Fili held up the hawks with a smile on his face. I shrugged and took one from him. "Hey, who do you think Thorin was writing," I asked. When we had left the company, Thorin had been writing something, and hadn't even noticed our leaving, as loud as it was. Fili shrugged as he threw the limp bird over the pony. "Probably Amad, maybe his girlfriend," He mumbled. I snorted and climbed up onto my pony, three hawks behind the saddle. We followed the trail out of the forest, then followed everyone's trail to the camp for tonight. It was right next to a river, and the bridge that crossed it was underwater, not to mention in the middle of the swollen river. The camp was nestled under a group of trees, and the ponies in a clearing just to the north. I rode over that way as Fili dropped his two hawks off at the camp. There wasn't a fire going, so I assumed that the dry wood Bofur had been hording in his pack had finally run out. Shame... I rode into the clearing for the ponies and slid off the slippery saddle. The hobbit was right, sitting on a dry saddle was nicer then sitting on the wet ground, or worse a wet saddle. I pulled at the straps keeping the saddle on the beast. Me being the stupid dwarfling I am, forgot to try up the pony before I started to mess with it's sensitive areas. That and combined with something hiding in the grass just in front of it's nose made it bolt. Not wanting to disappoint Thorin yet again in loosing the four hawks, I ran off after the pony. I passed Fili and his own pony as mine bolted for the river. I chased it into the river, staring in horror as the saddle, and the food fell off it. I lost my footing as Fili ran in after me. My head plunged under as someone shouted on the bank. I tumbled around the river, terror seizing my chest in an icy grip. Maybe it was the water soaking through my clothes, but it didn't feel like it stopped when it hit my skin. My head broke through the surface, only to be plunged back under by a nasty rapid. I'm not the best swimmer, can barely stay afloat in a peaceful lake. This, this was going to kill me. I bobbed back to the surface and managed to take a breath that I really needed. "KILI," Fili shouted from the middle of the river, his arms thrashing madly as he swam towards me. "STAY ABO-" Fili's commands were drowned out as I was shoved back under by another rapid. The water underneath was dark and murky, twigs, leaves and small rocks rushing past me. The water was freezing, how I hadn't noticed this before when I had first entered the water, I didn't know how. I swam back to the surface and burst through, just to get shoved back under as I hit my head on a large branch that had fallen half way into the river. I cartwheeled in the water, getting slammed against boulders lodged in the former stream. Everything was going fuzzy, and my lungs were screaming for air. My energy was fading, and my strokes were slowing, not that they had been doing much good. With was energy I had left, my hand went to my pocket, where I kept a stone that Amad had given me. It wasn't pretty, or large, but it was one of the most precious things I had. Home was etched into it's top, a promise I wouldn't be able to keep. I squeeze it and shut my eyes. It couldn't end like this! I refused to drown! I let go of the stone and my eyes flung open. I couldn't see much, between the black spots filling my vision and the murkiness of the water. Then I spotted it, a large boulder I would be passing in about ten seconds. I swam towards it and braced my feet against it. I could feel the water pushing against me, willing me to forget about trying not to die. I crouched down and gathered the new energy I had found within me. I sprang upwards, pushing through the water, yet moving with the current still. I burst through the surface and took a deep breath. I flailed at the water, staying afloat, just barely. I took many deep breaths, the burning feeling in my lungs easing. Someone grabbed my hand and drug me across the water, but I didn't have the energy to see who it was. I could hear shouting, but it seemed far off, and my vision was fading again. The person that had grabbed me flopped down on something hard, but it didn't hurt. Well, it hurt, but not as much as it could have, as it should have. More shouting, then someone picked me up, flipped me onto my stomach, and set me on something warm and soft. Then they started to beat my back. The burning sensation in my lungs started again as something came flowing out of my mouth. Only a little at first, but getting larger the more the person beating. I coughed, heat coming to my cheeks, pain shooting to my back, basically all my body. I couldn't take a breath though, not that I didn't want to. I took as much air as I could, and coughed again. Someone grabbed my feet and lifted them up, dumping me onto my face. More stuff came spewing out of my mouth, gurgling as I took a breath to cough again. Sounds came rushing back to me. "Is he okay," the hobbit asked, loudly, sending my head spinning, twice as fast. I coughed again, sending something out of my mouth. Someone started to rub my back, helping the rest of the junk out of my lungs. "Don't know yet," Oin said. "Now shut up," Thorin snapped. I took a deep breath, coughed one last time and took another, not coughing. "Set him down gently," Oin said, patting my back. "Bombur roll out of the way- NO THE OTHER WAY!" The warm thing pressing against my belly moved away as my legs were lowered. More stuff came flooding out of my nose and mouth as they lowered me, and I hated the feeling. I moaned when everything wasn't moving again. I opened my eyes and took a tentative swallow. My throat was raw, and felt like someone took a fish filleting to it. Fili's face filled my vision, he was so close that I had to cross my eyes to see him. "Hey, wake up Kee....Please," He said quietly. I blinked at him and he let out a shaky breath, ducking and shaking his head at the same time. "You little imp," He yelled, making my head pound. "Do you have any idea what-" "Stop please," I croaked. I heard my voice crack when I said please. Fili stared at me, fear and worry ebbing away from his eyes, being replaced by relief. He pressed his forehead against mine, I could feel him shaking as he clutched my head. "Don't do that again," He sobbed through my hair. I moaned again, reaching up and grabbing his forearm. I attempted to squeeze it, but I barely saw the fabric move. It felt warm and wet. I started to shiver, and that's when Oin pulled Fili away. "We have to get ye two warm, or ye'll get hypothermia," He said, looking Fili in the face. He looked at me and frowned. "Do ye think walkin's an option," He asked me. I shook my head, felling like an over used piece of leather. Limp and worn out. Oin growled as he stood up. He shouted orders, something about picking me up. Fili got to his feet and walked next to Thorin, who was carrying me back to camp. A roaring fire was waiting, along a billion blankets. Our wet clothing was removed, until we were down to just out under wear. Fili and I huddled in a huge blanket, Thorin's warm coat draped over our heads, reminding me of all the fortresses we had made when we were little. Oin handed us both a cup of steaming something, then walked away. Thorin was on us in a heartbeat. He stood in front of us, scowling into our blanket fortress, the fire behind him casting his shadow on us, adding to the effect. I ducked further into the blankets, hiding everything below my nose from the outside world. "Kili, do you know what you did wrong," Thorin began, his voice soft. I curled tighter into a ball, and wouldn't meet Thorin's gaze. "Kili..." I took a deep breath and looked up at my uncle. "I followed the pony into the river," I mumbled. Thorin crouched down and looked me in the eye. "Do you know why you shouldn't of done that," He asked. I nodded, felling more like a dwarfling then an old piece of leather now. "Explain." I felt my throat close up. "I could have drowned ," I mumbled through the blanket. I held my knees against my chest, wiggling my toes in anxiety. Thorin looked at me, the expression on his face unreadable. "And....." "And....I should of let the pony run into the river, then come back." I looked at Fili, tears welling in my eyes. He glanced over at me then returned to his cup of something. I burrowed into my blanket to hide my face. "I'm so sorry, Thorin," I sobbed. I felt Fili loop an arm around my shoulders and draw me close to him, then I felt Thorin wrap both of us in his firm but gently hug. I sat huddled in the middle of my brother and uncle, sobbing. I think I heard a sniffle from Fili, and I felt one of Thorin's tears drip onto my head. Once I was done sobbing, I sat back up and tackled Thorin's neck. Once more, I felt like a little dwarfling, but for a different reason. Thorin let go of Fili and hugged me back. He let go when I started to shiver again so I could burrow back into the blankets. I wiped my face with it and sighed. "Thanks Fee," I said. He stared at me, frowning. "For what," He asked. My turn to frown at him. "For dragging me out of the water," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, 'cause it was. "That wasn't Fili, that was Myrin," Thorin said. "And I think you both owe her an apology." I felt my face twitch, almost raised an eye brow at him. Didn't he have one to her too? Wood being dumped startled me, so my head whirled around. Myrin dumped some wood onto a nice little stack that I hadn't noticed. Her face was white, lips turning blue at the edges, and she was rubbing her hands as if they couldn't get warm. Oin noticed this and shoved her towards the fire. Myrin didn't argue, verbally or physically, like she normally did. "What did I tell ye," Oin yelled at her, shoving on her back again. "I told ye to getta wood, come back and WARM UP! Notta go an' get more! Sit down this secon' before I make ye!" Myrin didn't argue, and sat next to the pile of blankets. I took off Thorin's coat and held it up to her as she took off her coat, cloak, half vest, weapons, boots, socks, and other things. When she was just in her white undershirt and leggings, she looked at me, smiled as much as she could with teeth chattering and took the coat. "Th-than-nn-kkksss, Kili," She chattered. I scooted closer to Fili and held open the blanket fort. She smiled again and sat down next to me, pulling the blanket against her back. Oin handed her a cup soon after, then she stopped chattering, and started trying to get up. Oin growled at her for a while, something healer-ey so she stayed put. The second she wasn't cold to the touch, Oin let her have her own blanket mound. Lakita walked up to Myrin's mound, sniffed it, then laid around Myrin, resting her head on her paws in front of Myrin. Bilbo walked over to Fili and I and sat down. "You both are idiots," He said as he rolled out our bedrolls. "Running into the river like that, what were you thinking?!" "He doesn't," Fili and I said at the same time. We stared at eachother, then burst out laughing.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I had fallen asleep sometime whilst talking to the hobbit, who was sprawled out on my bed roll, drooling. If only Ori was up, then he could draw a picture, then I could tease the hobbit endlessly! I lifted my head off of Fili's shoulder and looked around. The fire had almost died, and the rest of the company were in their respective family heaps. Thorin must of been taking watch, but I didn't see him anywhere. I turned my head to the right, the only spot in the camp that I couldn't see. The only things over there were Gandalf and Myrin's drying clothes. That's when I saw Thorin inching away from Myrin's half vest. "What are you doing," I asked him. Thorin turned towards me and smirked. "What are you doing up this late," He asked, using the same tone. "You tell me first," I said, sitting a little straighter and folding my arms. Thorin threw his up and looked to the stars, which were shining brightly, despite today's earlier down pour. "Giving Myrin an apology, but don't tell her," Thorin said at last as he threw his hands down. I shrugged and snuggled back against Fili, who was still snoring. Thorin walked over and rubbed his head, then rubbed mine. "G'nigh' Thorin," I said best I could with one cheek scrunched up. Thorin chuckled. "Good Night Kili," He mumbled softly.

#Angery!Thorin #Whump!Kili #Fam!Durins #tbh gotta see more of that #branching paths #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin/oc #Writblr #the hobbit #everyone lives au!#bilbo baggins #the trolls

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How long to walk a mile? – Verified Tasks

How long to walk a mile?

The average time to walk one mile (M.T.) is the average distance covered. A mile defined as a distance from the centre of a track or surface to the nearest corner, or from a point on one of the track surfaces to an intersection. The distance covered is also called walking. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, there are 1.6 miles per person per day for all U.S. adults. That means that you would need to walk for 7.6 years if you were to complete the standard walking average (13 miles for males, 12.7 miles for females), or 10.3 years if you were to walk the usual passing average (20 miles for males, 12.7 miles for females).

The typical time for running a mile can be calculated using the following formulas.

Average Time 1 Hour 2 Hours 3 Hours 4 Hours 5 Hours 6 Hours 7 Hours 8 Hours 9 Hours 10 Hours 11 Hours 12 Minutes Total Miles (Miles per Minute) 20.0 21.0 20.3 20.7 21.7 21.9 22.0 22.8 23.1 23.8 24.0 24.9 25.0 24.9 25.3 25.6 25.7 26.1

These formulas will yield your average mile time. If you want a more comprehensive estimate, try the following equations.

Total Miles (Miles per Minute) 1 hour 15 minutes 2 hours 2 days 3 days 3 days 4 days 4 days 5 days 5 days 6 days 6 days 7 days 7 days 8 days 8 days 9 days 9 days 10 days 10 days 10 days 10 days 11 days 11 days 12 days 12 days 12 days Total Miles (Miles per Minute) 60.0 60.6 60.9 62.2 61.3 61.9 62.2 62.9 63.3 63.9 64.5 65.1 64.9 65.9 66.1 66.5 66.7 67.0 67.9 67.9 67.2 68.1 68.4 68.9

Now that you know how many miles your average running day takes to use this formula to determine your average distance. This formula assumes you spend 5 minutes running every minute of your day, or about 1.5 miles per day. If you’re running more, consider using a more aggressive formula such as the following:

Average Running Distance 1 hour 5 minutes 20 minutes 25 minutes 30 minutes 45 minutes 60 minutes 80 minutes 100 minutes

Here is a complete table for running in 3 months:

Monthly Running Total Miles Running Per Month Distance Running Per Day Average Running Distance 1/2 year 8,664.6 9,000.0 7,826.0 5,400.0 2/2 year 8,664.6 8,000.0 8,636.0 9,800.0 2.2 year 7,908.0 5,400.0 5,800.0 4,000.0 4.2 year 7,818.0 4,000.0 3,000.0 2,900.0 2.0 year 7.

So, if you start your journey from the ground up, you can walk a mile a day in less time. How Do I Do It?

1. If you want to start walking a mile a day, make a list of all your personal, personal goals. You could start here.

2. Get a friend or partner to walk with you and do a couple of steps along the way. (If they’re both wearing waterproof or rain jacket, they could do a couple of steps in one.)

3. The best way to begin a walk is with a hike, so try to get on a trail that is safe and well-marked. If you’re on foot, it’s best to start at different points along the path and continue your walk. (If you’re biking, the best advice I can give is to walk the first few miles with a friend or a partner.)

4. Remember that walking with a partner is a bit more physically challenging on a walk than without one, so keep your walking partner on your hip as you take a break for food or beverages.

5. Once you’re done with your hike or run, walk a mile or two for a walk to your car. Walk back to the trailhead.

Would you like to know how many calories you burn walking a mile?

Not many people know. So if you’re going to walk, you’d better make sure that you know how many calories you’re burning by the time you’re getting to your destination.

Here at Health.gov, we’re tracking your steps using wearable devices that are worn around your ankles. Your wrist has sensors that capture your heart rate, blood sugar, speed, and other metrics. When you wear the device, you’re logged into our smart fitness profile where you are encouraged to eat healthier and exercise regularly, but you can also choose to ignore those recommendations and walk away. If we’re not sure what you’ve been eating lately, we can tell — you’re missing an out.

This is precisely the kind of thing that I’d love to be able to do in my home. I love spending time at my favourite neighbourhood park and enjoying the beauty of my home’s landscaping. But how do I know if I’m eating enough protein? Well, it’s not as easy as merely sitting next to somebody else, because we’re all walking and talking when we walk home!

A smart GPS tracking device measures steps taken while you walk and then sends all of our data to Google’s health platform Fitbit so you can monitor your daily progress through the Fitbit app.

What’s important is that we know how much you’ve been eating and the calories you’ve consumed. The more calories you’ve eaten and the more you’ve walked on your daily calorie counts, the better your health! And the more calories you’ve walked, the better, too!

When you walk away from your tracker, your fitness profile updates so you can see how many additional steps you have left when you get to your next destination. Then, when you start your next route, your progress and your fitness profile update with those steps, so you are in the right place at the right time.

Here are some other ways you can see your steps while you go about your day:

You know your total number of steps every day.

You can log those steps from your Fitbit or Garmin Connect.

Also, you can log your steps when you step off an aeroplane, train or ride a horse.

If you have a Fitbit or Garmin Connect watch that is paired with the Fitbit app (for the Apple Watch), you can record your walk and run times directly from your Fitbit or Garmin device.

What Could Be Your Ideal LISS Workout

1. Lifting

One of the hardest muscles of all the muscles is the lats (upper back of the upper body), which we’ll cover in this guide. This is one of the most misunderstood muscles of the body, and we’re going to explain why.

In other words, it looks like a bunch of skinny little legs when you put your hand on it. And when most people look at it this way (which can be a lot of people who don’t like to lift), there’s a bunch of muscle that stretches into it and makes it look pretty.

However, these are the same muscles that most people have to spend a great deal of time in to learn to use in their daily life because they’re so tough to train.

If they could do a routine, that’s not going to change this, but there are a couple of different ways people can improve their deadlift if they were to focus on the lats.

How the Lats Can Improve

A couple of people do this: Mike “The Beast” McDaniel, the head of Strength and Conditioning on CBS Sports, and John Kettle and Dan Lieberman in the “MMA Mag” magazine have done great programs where they train the lats very slowly, very gradually, in the 90s/mid-90s.

The purpose of this is to get your body used to it using a variety of sets and reps. If you’re used to doing it as a single set, and you have a good general understanding of the lats, you can get it going very rapidly.

Here’s how I do my deadlift.

It’s like, a very, very, very light warm-up. It’s about 15-20 reps. It doesn’t have to be this great. But the idea is that I go into it and do 3-3-3-3-3, then I start doing sets of 5 to 10 reps. So it goes from there. This will work both the upper and lower back of the lats and the front of the lats. Then I’ll do three sets of 10 reps.

How Long Will It Take to Walk Miles and Kilometers?

We can’t know the answer to this question until someone does it. But we can calculate how long it probably takes to run 2 miles and 10 kilometres at the same pace.

This equation works as follows: Distance = Time – Distance (miles) (km) x (Time – Time (mile)) x (Time – Distance) x (Time – Time (km))

The equation is the same for any exercise, but we’ll ignore the time-only component in this case because it doesn’t affect the outcome much. We’ll take the equation as written above and subtract distance by the time. We’ll use “Time” to denote distance, so “2:10” would represent the same as “2:09” as we don’t have to use it.

Note: For speed records, the actual time is typically estimated by using a treadmill or a cycle ergometer. So the difference we measure in the equation is probably a bit less than 100 minutes, not a full second.

The result is that we’re probably only running the same distance for 10 miles, or about 60 seconds. We’ll get back to that later.

You Can Walk 100 Miles in 5 Minutes

The other important fact to keep in mind is that if you do the math, then a person can run the same distance for 5 minutes.

The time for the distance between two points is the square root of the distance between them. If your starting line has to be a mile away from the finish line (about 10 miles), then you have walked for one mile before you can get a second starting line (about 12 miles). So for your first-mile run, your distance from the starting line to the finish line is 4 miles (or 3 miles if you’re faster and run a long distance before reaching the finish mark). For your second mile run, your distance from the starting line to the finish line is 8 miles. So your distance from the finishing line to your running goal in a mile is 3.6 miles (or 2.6 miles if you’re faster). If you’re faster (running a long distance on your first mile run), your distance from the finished line is 4 miles; if you’re slower (running a long distance on your first mile run), your distance from your run goal is 9 miles; and if you’re slower (running a long distance on your first mile run), your distance from your run goal is 11.9 miles. It’s the same rule with meters from the start line to the finish line; if you’re faster (running a long distance off a start line), your distance from the finish line to the finish line is 4 miles (or 3 miles if you’re slower and run a long distance before reaching the finish mark); and if you’re slower (running a long distance off a finish line), your distance from the finish line to the finish line is 8 miles (or 5 miles if you’re slower and run a long distance before reaching the finish line); and if you’re faster (running a long distance off a finish line), your distance from the finish line to the finish line is 10 miles (or 6 miles if you’re slower and run a long distance before reaching the finish line); and if you’re slower (running a long distance off a finish line), your distance from your finish line to the finish line is 12 miles (or 7 miles if you’re slower and run a long distance before reaching the finish line).

So, what’s the average amount of time the world’s fastest sprinter has walked?

That’s quite a bit longer than the average American or Brit. But that’s because he or she is running the world record in some other sport.

To figure this out, we’ll do two more calculations. First, let’s say we’re going to compare how fast this American (and Brit) sprinter walked at 5 yards per second. We’ll divide that time by 100 to get the number required to break the 100-yard barrier.

Then, in the calculation of the actual distance, we’ll subtract the time and make the difference in miles. Read more on how Walking can help you in your life.

How Many Miles Is a 1k Run?

A 1k run is a marathon distance that is completed in 2 hours, 15 minutes, 7 seconds. Some people might think about using the number of the mile, and if you do, that’s fine. If you do not want to know the number of miles you are running, then you need to look up the distance on your phone or website.

1,200 miles is a 10-hour marathon and is usually run in 5 days.

1,800 miles is a 3-days marathon, which is generally 5-days.

2,000 miles is a 4-days marathon with an optional 5-daybreak or a 2-day marathon.

2,400 miles is a 1,000 mile ultra marathon which is usually 3-days.

We’ll give you some tips on how to maximize your best running results on a running trip.

1. Get an Early Start

If you have a day off the following morning, it’s probably best if you get the first run or two out of the door early.

That way, you will have more time to focus on eating and eating better the next time!

We also highly encourage you to make sure you get the “first-mile” workout before you leave your hotel.

As we just discussed, there are some benefits to having the first mile.

You can feel great right out from the gate!

It can give you something to think about for the day ahead.

In the end, a well-planned, well-balanced, balanced, and effective running workout is going to help you maximize your best running results.

2. Get Your Calories in a Quickly

If you have any chronic health issue, this is a great time to get that issue out of your system.

It’s a great time to exercise, to eat healthy snacks and to get some good quality time with family.

It can take just a few minutes or minutes and a little money to get in shape.

We encourage you to do as much as possible.

You may even need to put together one or two more runs regularly as you get in better shape!

Don’t give up! There is always a way to get in shape for running.

We also highly encourage you to do as much as possible.

You can read more about the benefits of getting some good quality running out on a running trip by clicking here.

3. Run the Longest Distance Possible

In our sport, we all have a certain threshold of distance that we can go before it starts becoming too taxing.

For example, some people can go for 3 to 4 miles but are not able to go longer than 10 miles with a full heart beating.

If you can’t run longer than a mile or two, you are too far from the next goal you set.

How Many Minutes Should I Take To Walk?

There are many opinions about the optimal time for walking, many of them based on the body’s natural reaction to walking. One of the reasons that walking speed seems to increase as we get older is that we can slow down and walk more slowly as our muscles age. However, research suggests that this isn’t always true.

In fact, the average age to walk is 25 years old. A recent study published in the British Journal of Medicine found that the average age of the oldest people to walk an average of 15 minutes daily was 33.8 years old, compared to 31 years old for those who did it less than 5 minutes a day. The researchers suggested that the reason why older people don’t walk 5 minutes a day is that they don’t need to!

The 1-Mile Walking Test

The first test on the Walk-Around-The-Track is done with the 1-mile loop from the start of the course, which starts with a short walk-around along the track to the middle portion of the circuit before heading back through the loop. The 1-mile test is used to determine how a rider would be able to accomplish the same speed in a race. The first race for this test was a 50k race at the Chicago Marathon. The 50k course included a 1.5-mile walk-around. The following year saw the competition at the Philadelphia Marathon, which was used as the first 50k race. In this second year of the event, the runners walked along the track for a total of 1.9 miles to get a good understanding of how they would be able, from start to finish, to run a 1.9-mile pace.

The 1-mile test is done by measuring the average distance over a given number of kilometres. The range is measured by taking the total length from start to finish, dividing that average distance by the distance for the whole race distance, and multiplying by 100. For the first two years, the distance was determined using 1 mile as the measurement standard. In the third and fourth years and before, the distance was determined using 2 meters as the standard.

The 1-mile test is done for the first time with a 50km race. The first race for the 50km race at the Chicago Marathon, the Chicago Marathon was used as the first 50km race. For starters, the race distance is determined as 3.5 miles as the race distance in the first four years of the competition. As the race distance increased, the runners were given the option of taking the distance, starting with 1.5 miles as their starting distance, going one mile at a time as they approached the finish line, or continuing the race until they ran out of energy, which is why the race distance was 2.5 miles in 2006 and 2.75 miles in 2007.

How Long Does It Take to Bike a Mile

The typical bicycle commute from Point A to Point B takes anywhere from 40 to 120 minutes, depending on the distance you want to bike in. On average, bike commuters tend to ride the bike from Point A to Point B approximately 3.2 miles, which equates to an average of 10 miles.

In addition to the actual time it takes to bike the distance, you also have to take some factors into account. For example, if you commute by car, chances it will take less than 10 minutes to get from one point to another. Therefore, you’ll spend less time cycling around the city and less time commuting.

If you don’t take into account such factors, then, your average bike trip will be significantly longer than 15 minutes (about 45 minutes). You will be spending more time commuting than cycling.

How to Plan Bicycling

To help you get to work more efficiently, you can plan your biking trips around the school, work, or the grocery store where you’re likely to visit often. Here are some ways to make things easier, like setting aside time for lunch or shopping.

If you’re planning your bicycle trip for more than the usual commute and would like to take your time, you could consider taking a walk to cool off before the bike ride. A 20-minute walk to cool off is recommended for most people, and you’re better off doing so when you can do so in as short of time as necessary.

If you’re planning a bike trip for school, visit a bike rental office to find a bike in short supply and then schedule a ride for yourself, or find someone who can help you find a bike for you. Be sure that you pay extra to get a rental bike and that you don’t need to buy a new one at the last minute. When you are looking for a new bike, ask for advice on how long to ride a certain amount (e.g. 20-minute walk), as this will help you decide how many minutes or miles to ride.

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