Flashback - Off the Beaten Path(closed)

[Ainyi]

45th of Fall, 511 AV.
Outskirts of Town, a few weeks before entry

Sitting was never Ainyi's strong suit.

Stringing a bow, she did, often and well. Flitting about on light-footed steps was another forte. She would even pull out a sword once in a while, as the need showed itself. But sitting was entirely different. Sitting required the body to be still regardless of how still the mind was. There had to be enough of a disconnect between spirit and body that no matter how much nervous energy was inside you, it wouldn't affect your outward composition.

And Ainyi's mind was never still.

Frowning, the Inartan woman pushed some of her thick mahogany hair from her face, willing the wild locks out of her way. Impatiently, she felt for the braids adorned with glass beads, and used the braids as ties to keep the rest of her hair in a pseudo pony tail. Not that it would do any good in another minute, but she at least tried.

There was a sharp screech above her. Ainyi cocked her head to the side and offered her forearm as Braghna lazily found his perch. The falcon folded his wings and clicked his greeting as his companion smoothed a stray feather on his chest. If Ainyi turned to face south a third of a mile, she could still see the glow of the trading caravan, hear the laughs and roars of the stories being traded, and the night's food being eaten. There were also sentries standing, to ensure safe passage, but it was too much for Ainyi sometimes. There was something entrancing about this vast plain of a world, the creatures that roamed it. She liked it; in a world that was so hard to understand, it was comforting to have something that wasn't.

"No catches, eh?" She murmured softly in the whistles and clicks of the Nari language. Looking out over the field, she huffed, and turned her eyes North. "Again, yeah? That way." The falcon clicked it's acknowledgment, and released from her arm, soaring off in that direction. She picked up her bow, plucking at it's string idly. As Braghna's silhouette kissed the moon, her lip curled slightly. She took another long look at the camp, as though to ensure she knew where her tether was, before she stood and trod off in the direction she sent Braghna, arrows jostling in the quiver on her back.