50th of Spring, 514
Auriga walked through the light fog blanketing Avanthal, her breath coming out in clouds of vapor. She had been sent by Lae to look for feathers, to be used for fletching new arrows. The Ethaefal was planning to search among the pockets of trees in the city that she knew of for the resource, on the off chance that some had fallen from the body of a Great Crowned Owl.
She soon progressed towards a motley clump of pine trees, their branches crowned with a thick layer of snow. Suppressing a shiver, Auriga stepped under the reach of their branches, eyes scanning the thin layer of needles below the canopy.
"[b]Aha!" She muttered, brushing away some brown needles, to reveal...a clump of white fur? What a rip off.
Sighing in disappointment, the Ethaefal briefly searched the base of the tree, successfully finding a pair of striped feathers. Gently, she tucked them into her pockets, hoping they wouldn't be damaged by her movements. Auriga brushed her snow encrusted hands off on her pants, leaving a slightly damp smear.
Standing up, she resumed walking, leave the clump of trees behind her.
She soon progressed towards a motley clump of pine trees, their branches crowned with a thick layer of snow. Suppressing a shiver, Auriga stepped under the reach of their branches, eyes scanning the thin layer of needles below the canopy.
"[b]Aha!" She muttered, brushing away some brown needles, to reveal...a clump of white fur? What a rip off.
Sighing in disappointment, the Ethaefal briefly searched the base of the tree, successfully finding a pair of striped feathers. Gently, she tucked them into her pockets, hoping they wouldn't be damaged by her movements. Auriga brushed her snow encrusted hands off on her pants, leaving a slightly damp smear.
Standing up, she resumed walking, leave the clump of trees behind her.
