50 Fall, 513AV
Nhadia and her strider were determined. They were determined that they would not go back empty handed. The days were getting shorter, and there was a slight nip to the breeze that wasn't there before. It was a sure sign that the seasons were about to change, and gathering food to store was of the utmost importance. She didn't care if they just went back with one measly bird, it would be one bird more than they had before. Nhadia was no pro hunter, in fact she was far from it, but she never lets that deter her or damper her spirit. Everyday that she made a mistake, was a day she learned a new lesson. If she was ever going to become part of the Watch, she couldn't let a bad day of hunting get her down.
She didn't want to stray too far from the tent city, but her determination gave her a bit more confidence to push onwards. She knew of a stream nearby that if you were lucky, you could sometimes catch an animal hanging about. The thing about streams though, was that not just little animals got thirsty, and she was taking a chance by venturing out of her comfort zone. Oh well, she thought to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
With a slight squeeze of her thighs and a push inward of her heels, her strider took off in the direction she had been told the stream was in. For as long as she was able she stuck to the route that the caravans took. She had been told that the stream was just slightly off the worn path, and all she had to do was to watch for the spot where the path seemed to veer off in a separate direction from the main one. The information had been given to her from a man that she traded with, he was old now, too old to hunt and so she hoped his information was still reliable.
She had been riding for at least an hour solid and had yet to see the spot the man had told her about. He had assured her that his information was accurate, and so she had given him a bargain on a trade they had made. The information had been a part of that bargain, and so if it were untrue she had been ripped off. Her temper was quick, and she felt the heat rising into her cheeks. It was dangerous to let anger take over while you were on the hunt, but nothing about her was rational at that moment. All she could think of was that some old man took her for a fool.
Nhadia and her strider were determined. They were determined that they would not go back empty handed. The days were getting shorter, and there was a slight nip to the breeze that wasn't there before. It was a sure sign that the seasons were about to change, and gathering food to store was of the utmost importance. She didn't care if they just went back with one measly bird, it would be one bird more than they had before. Nhadia was no pro hunter, in fact she was far from it, but she never lets that deter her or damper her spirit. Everyday that she made a mistake, was a day she learned a new lesson. If she was ever going to become part of the Watch, she couldn't let a bad day of hunting get her down.
She didn't want to stray too far from the tent city, but her determination gave her a bit more confidence to push onwards. She knew of a stream nearby that if you were lucky, you could sometimes catch an animal hanging about. The thing about streams though, was that not just little animals got thirsty, and she was taking a chance by venturing out of her comfort zone. Oh well, she thought to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
With a slight squeeze of her thighs and a push inward of her heels, her strider took off in the direction she had been told the stream was in. For as long as she was able she stuck to the route that the caravans took. She had been told that the stream was just slightly off the worn path, and all she had to do was to watch for the spot where the path seemed to veer off in a separate direction from the main one. The information had been given to her from a man that she traded with, he was old now, too old to hunt and so she hoped his information was still reliable.
She had been riding for at least an hour solid and had yet to see the spot the man had told her about. He had assured her that his information was accurate, and so she had given him a bargain on a trade they had made. The information had been a part of that bargain, and so if it were untrue she had been ripped off. Her temper was quick, and she felt the heat rising into her cheeks. It was dangerous to let anger take over while you were on the hunt, but nothing about her was rational at that moment. All she could think of was that some old man took her for a fool.
