Aoren knelt down removing his pack from his back and setting his shortbow on the ground. He made a clicking noise with his tongue gesturing to Isikai. The pup rolled around in the sparse grass chasing a fly that buzzed across his nose before Aoren managed to get his attention.
“Come here, boy. Come here.” Isikai clambered up from the dirt and raced over to Aoren. The Drykas pet him playing with him for a few moments before he took Caesarion’s advice. When he managed to get the pup to calm down just a little he lifted Isikai’s paws looking them over for a few moments. Though Isikai wiggled and squirmed in his grip Aoren soothed him with a few pets on the head. Each paw was in-tact as far as he could tell though Isikai whined and tried to pull away. After a few more moments of carefully scanning the pup to make sure he was okay, Aoren released him. Isikai padded away shaking out his fur. The Drykas man chuckled shaking his head. “Thank you for the advice.”
“I didn’t quite know what to do when I saw you in that tent down in the bazaar. That’s me being honest. I wasn’t unhappy to see you. I just wasn’t…I wasn’t prepared to see you.” He shrugged his shoulders grabbing his pack and propping it up against the trunk of a tree. Aoren then opened his pack taking out a tightly rolled tarp made of water treated material. He stared at it for a moment. It was time to figure out how to pitch a tent. He had only ever briefly been exposed to camping out in the wilderness. He sighed setting the tent roll down for a moment.
“I’m not all that great. So, here’s a secret, I’m not that good at pitching tents.” He glanced over his shoulder as he unfastened the tent poles from the side of his pack. He set them down on the ground next to the tent roll then closed his pack. Turning to face Caesarion he gave him a half-hearted smile. “Trust me when I say this little camping trip is as much for me as it is for you. So, do you want to help me get this thing situated? You help with mine and I will help with yours?”
Whether Caesarion agreed to it or not the truth of the matter was that neither of them was going to get shelter for the night without each other’s help. Aoren reached over untying the ties keeping the tent folded together. He slowly unwove them then unfurled the tent. He paid close attention to the lines of the folds so that when the time came to pack up camp and set out he would need to remember. When he’d unfurled the tent completely it looked like little more than a dilapidated triangular mass of material that was somewhat aspiring to be a rectangle. Aoren looked back at Caesarion.
“I know we’re supposed to start by pitching the front of the tent. Beyond that…umm…” He gave a light laugh shrugging his shoulders. “Any thoughts?”
“Come here, boy. Come here.” Isikai clambered up from the dirt and raced over to Aoren. The Drykas pet him playing with him for a few moments before he took Caesarion’s advice. When he managed to get the pup to calm down just a little he lifted Isikai’s paws looking them over for a few moments. Though Isikai wiggled and squirmed in his grip Aoren soothed him with a few pets on the head. Each paw was in-tact as far as he could tell though Isikai whined and tried to pull away. After a few more moments of carefully scanning the pup to make sure he was okay, Aoren released him. Isikai padded away shaking out his fur. The Drykas man chuckled shaking his head. “Thank you for the advice.”
“I didn’t quite know what to do when I saw you in that tent down in the bazaar. That’s me being honest. I wasn’t unhappy to see you. I just wasn’t…I wasn’t prepared to see you.” He shrugged his shoulders grabbing his pack and propping it up against the trunk of a tree. Aoren then opened his pack taking out a tightly rolled tarp made of water treated material. He stared at it for a moment. It was time to figure out how to pitch a tent. He had only ever briefly been exposed to camping out in the wilderness. He sighed setting the tent roll down for a moment.
“I’m not all that great. So, here’s a secret, I’m not that good at pitching tents.” He glanced over his shoulder as he unfastened the tent poles from the side of his pack. He set them down on the ground next to the tent roll then closed his pack. Turning to face Caesarion he gave him a half-hearted smile. “Trust me when I say this little camping trip is as much for me as it is for you. So, do you want to help me get this thing situated? You help with mine and I will help with yours?”
Whether Caesarion agreed to it or not the truth of the matter was that neither of them was going to get shelter for the night without each other’s help. Aoren reached over untying the ties keeping the tent folded together. He slowly unwove them then unfurled the tent. He paid close attention to the lines of the folds so that when the time came to pack up camp and set out he would need to remember. When he’d unfurled the tent completely it looked like little more than a dilapidated triangular mass of material that was somewhat aspiring to be a rectangle. Aoren looked back at Caesarion.
“I know we’re supposed to start by pitching the front of the tent. Beyond that…umm…” He gave a light laugh shrugging his shoulders. “Any thoughts?”