New Life (Solo)

[Avadyr]

The 11th day of Spring 512 AV He started, like everyday, with a walk. His typical attire hanging like drapes from his shoulders and down to his toes. It was a warm cloak, black with a short layer of fur on the inside to keep him warm, but not so hot as to have him sweltering in the cool temperatures. He stared down mostly, his bright red hair hanging below his eyes and swaying with the gentle breeze. His face was almost sullen as he thought hard on what his plans for the day were. For they were not typical plans. He had to buy a few things with what was left of his pinions, this list included what again? He couldn't remember. His mind was drawing a blank on everything, the lack of sleep had gotten to him and he shook his head with a smile, urging himself to snap out of it. He needed a new bow, quiver, and arrows. Otherwise he had everything. His clothes, other assorted gear he'd kept from long since, and just recently acquired, and the horse he'd found a good deal on from a trader making the first trip to Wind Reach of the spring season. He remembered the trader, an older man who seemed to have a smiled forever fixated on his face. The man had approached a fine display of bows set out by their salesmen, and he took his stand next to me as we both observed the weaponry. The trader had a certain gleam in his eye, as if he beheld some sacred treasure. But it was common of Avadyr to forget how outsiders would hold the trade delicacies of the Inarta at such high value. Avadyr, picking up on the outsiders desire, sparked conversation with the man. He was too poor to afford any of the wares that would be for sale, that is if he wanted fine wares. Implied that he had a bow of similair sort. The conversation went on into bartering, then haggling, then into handshakes as a deal was made. His horse for Avadyr's bow. Realizing he had lost his train of thought, he forgot the trader and averted his gaze back to his feet. His eyes having wandered off towards the landscape away from Wind Reach. He wondered if it would bring misery, leaving his home to travel in search of adventure. He was sure it would bring both happiness and pain. Avadyr though, was determined that he would be a better man to leave. He wasn't making an impact in Wind Reach as a hunter. "Perhaps I could make an impact as..." He drew more blanks. Not knowing what he would do once out of the talons of Wind Reach, nor afraid. He would find a way. Whether it be as a hunter, a soldier, or anything that had to do with Archery. It was his one passion. The feeling of setting loose the power of death from his own hands to benefit himself or society. It sounded dark at first but that's how life works. You live, you survive, you die. He thought then about the life of a military man. How would a bow feel, should it be pointed at a man rather than a rabbit? He pushed the thought aside, it was for a later time. But it was then that he began pondering the possibility of mercenary work. It would surely lead him on the right trail to adventure. That was, after all, what he was seeking. At his destination, he bought himself a new short bow, a quiver, and 60 arrows. The shopkeeper, took his pinions and thanked Avadyr for his purchase. He smiled, gave the man a nod, and followed his footsteps home. This time, he noticed the beautiful greens of all the plant life rising from the dead of the past winter. Letting down his hood he strapped the full quiver around his chest and hung the bow over his his back. His long, deep red hair waved down to his shoulders, tickling his skin as the wind brushed it back and forth. He was leaving today, for the first time ever. Leaving Wind Reach for as long as he possibly could. He just hoped that the wind would bring him this same happiness everywhere he went.