Timestamp: 2, Spring, 514AV
Atika was in a hurry to rush out of her apartment, nearly forgetting not only her quiver, but to lock her door as well, having to run back after the first few steps. Once she had acquired her quiver of arrows and secured it to her back, and then locked her door, she was off again, rushing through the streets as she tried to reach the outskirts of the city before it got any lighter out. It was very early, the sun only just beginning to threaten to rise and fill the city with Syna's light. There were still people out and about the city regardless, as many people often only slept during the hours of rest and were awake most of the day and night equally.
The young Inarta managed to avoid running into anyone as she made her way out of the city and finally reached the last of the Skyglass buildings. She took in a deep breath of air as she paused before she began to carefully walk into the wooded parts just outside the city. She took her time moving through the woods, watching and listening for something to catch her eye as a potential hunting target. She was competent with her short bow, but she was still a novice at the whole hunting thing. If Atika ever wanted to hunt for her own food she would need to practice more, which was exactly what she planned to do.
Patience was not exactly something Atika had in reserve, in fact she had very little to begin with, so after a few minutes of seeing nothing but some bugs and a little bird she began to grow irate. The little bird she had spotted was not a viable option to hunt, her Inarta father Iriv had taught her to respect birds and that Inarta were against the killing or hurting of birds of any kind. They even disallowed naming children after them. Being she did not grow up in Wind Reach and was raised primarily by a native Lhavitian she was not entirely sure if she agreed with all of it, but she respected her native culture and followed the rules, at least about killing birds.
As Atika was about ti give up, climb a tree and whistle along with the birds as they began chirping with the early dawn, she heard something. Her form froze and then her head swiveled around, looking for the source of the noise before she saw it, a rustling in the shrubs nearby. She slowly reached back for her bow and then an arrow, carefully stringing it and lifting it. Another rustle. She pulled the string back and took in a deep breath before letting the arrow loose, a soft thud telling her it had sunk into something, but then a small brown rabbit jumped from the brush and took off. Atika snorted and ran to the bush, pulling her arrow from the dirt and chasing after the rabbit.
"At least the arrow didn't break..." She grumbled.
Atika was in a hurry to rush out of her apartment, nearly forgetting not only her quiver, but to lock her door as well, having to run back after the first few steps. Once she had acquired her quiver of arrows and secured it to her back, and then locked her door, she was off again, rushing through the streets as she tried to reach the outskirts of the city before it got any lighter out. It was very early, the sun only just beginning to threaten to rise and fill the city with Syna's light. There were still people out and about the city regardless, as many people often only slept during the hours of rest and were awake most of the day and night equally.
The young Inarta managed to avoid running into anyone as she made her way out of the city and finally reached the last of the Skyglass buildings. She took in a deep breath of air as she paused before she began to carefully walk into the wooded parts just outside the city. She took her time moving through the woods, watching and listening for something to catch her eye as a potential hunting target. She was competent with her short bow, but she was still a novice at the whole hunting thing. If Atika ever wanted to hunt for her own food she would need to practice more, which was exactly what she planned to do.
Patience was not exactly something Atika had in reserve, in fact she had very little to begin with, so after a few minutes of seeing nothing but some bugs and a little bird she began to grow irate. The little bird she had spotted was not a viable option to hunt, her Inarta father Iriv had taught her to respect birds and that Inarta were against the killing or hurting of birds of any kind. They even disallowed naming children after them. Being she did not grow up in Wind Reach and was raised primarily by a native Lhavitian she was not entirely sure if she agreed with all of it, but she respected her native culture and followed the rules, at least about killing birds.
As Atika was about ti give up, climb a tree and whistle along with the birds as they began chirping with the early dawn, she heard something. Her form froze and then her head swiveled around, looking for the source of the noise before she saw it, a rustling in the shrubs nearby. She slowly reached back for her bow and then an arrow, carefully stringing it and lifting it. Another rustle. She pulled the string back and took in a deep breath before letting the arrow loose, a soft thud telling her it had sunk into something, but then a small brown rabbit jumped from the brush and took off. Atika snorted and ran to the bush, pulling her arrow from the dirt and chasing after the rabbit.
"At least the arrow didn't break..." She grumbled.
