21st Fall 514AV
Khara had been on her mind when she awoke. It was a bit strange to the huntress as she had no idea why the little Chiet game scout had entered her waking thoughts. There was a vague sense that the girl had made some sort of appearance in her dreams although what she'd been doing in them was becoming rapidly hazy now that she was conscious. Regardless of what impression the young woman had made on her sleeping mind she'd now entered her woken mind as well, mingling with thoughts of hunting preparations.
She'd told the girl that she would bring her on a hunt but thus far she'd neglected to even think on it let alone act upon it. Now that she considered though it was something that she was going to have to do so why not today? She wasn't adverse to the idea, this day was as good as any other and she could certainly use the scout's tracking aid. Tracking was far from Azira's forte but there was no shame in using a scout, not really. The Chiet couldn't irritate her this time either. It was part of the agreement that they'd made during their encounter in the Enclave. The other had to remain silent unless it was required that she talk. Such an idea brought a smile to the girl's face. Oh what a relief it would be to have such a meek companion this time!
The teen dressed unhurriedly slipping on her work clothes that could probably blend in better than they would have originally. The green vinati was grubby stained with blood that hadn't completely washed out and smears of earth and grime from where she'd wiped her hands across it in the past few days. It might soon require a wash. Her black bryda weren't much better the true colour somewhat obscured by the layers for dirt and the knees almost worn through from repeated kneeling. Boots were tugged on over dirty feet. Today after her hunt the huntress decided she'd have a bath. She certainly needed one. The rest of her body wasn't much cleaner than her feet after all, her face and hands the only really clean areas thanks to some splashing of water from the basin in her room. The Chiet girl was sure to find her a fright; Avora were normally clean.
Azira did an inventory of her backpack. Bedroll, blanket, some stock for soup, her empty waterskin. The bag was closed and slung over one shoulder, quiver secured at her side along with her hunting knife and with shortbow in hand she left her room.
The Warrens were coming to life so she assumed that the bell was far enough advanced for such activity. Dek scurried back and forth hurrying off to gods knew where, Chiet and Avora thronging the passages from the Darniva Commonrooms. As she grew nearer to the Kitchens there was a definite direction for the flow of foot traffic, the majority of the population - now including the Endal - making their way to break their fasts. The teen carried herself with confident authority, shoving Chiet and Dek out of her way if they happened to obstruct her path. There was no mistakes or assumptions made concerning her caste this morning and so she arrived in the Kitchens in a contented mood.
Food for now and food for later was collected by the huntress before she sat herself down at an empty table and wolfed down her breakfast of cold meat and bread. The eating area wasn't as busy as she'd expected, which coupled with the activity in the Warrens could mean that it was later than she wouldn't like. In spite of that she didn't rush herself. Even if it was the Chiet's day off, she knew that Khara wouldn't be hard to find. If she was working then no one was likely to employ her services so she was confident that she'd find her amongst the other game scouts. If she couldn't find her there she'd assumed that she had a day off and so some searching would be in order. A Dek would suffice for any running she might need.
Once breakfast was complete, the girl navigated her way to the headquarters of the game scouts - if it could be called that - and set about scanning the many faces for Khara's. The Chiet bowed and scraped as she made a path amongst them, looking for all the world like skittish prey in the presence of a possible threat. They had no idea what to do and watched her with a mixture of fearful awe and hope. The Avora's expression was far from friendly but she supposed that they still hoped for the chance that she would require them. The more seasoned scouts looked more relaxed around her. They didn't fear Avora but they still treated Azira with respect when she passed them. They were listening to someone, Orthin, who was explaining different animal sightings. There was an Endal standing at his elbow, surveying the proceedings with disinterest. As soon as the respected scout finished speaking he departed with the higher caste member and took a number of the scouts with him.
As the more experienced scouts were removed from the throng, Khara came into view. Of course nobody wanted her. That is except Azira.
The huntress approached her doing her best not to sneak up on the girl by keeping to the front of her, other scouts moved out of her way to allow her to do so. She didn't care if she frightened the girl but she didn't want to listen to her babble if she was startled. She's not supposed to talk though, remember? The thought elicited a soft snort from the huntress. She'd believe that when she saw it in practice.
As soon as she was within easy earshot of the teen, Azira stopped to address her. "Said I'd bring you on a hunt, didn't I? Well, today's the day and gods help you if you don't have the stuff I asked you to bring I'll throw you off the mountain and leave your carcass for the Wind Eagles," she greeted her pleasantly. Some of the nearby scouts who were also within hearing distance retreated from the huntress leaving Azira with ample space around herself and Khara. The threat hadn't even been aimed at them and they'd been cowed so the same had better be true for the Chiet that she was stuck with. "You can sort out rations for yourself if you're quick about it. I'm feeling generous so I'll let you have fifteen chimes to sort yourself out and meet me at the Sanikas Gate, got it?" Without waiting for an answer the huntress turned on her heel and stalked out.
Once she reached the gate herself, she'd lean her back against the nearest available surface and watch for Khara's approach. The girl had better be damn fast.
Khara had been on her mind when she awoke. It was a bit strange to the huntress as she had no idea why the little Chiet game scout had entered her waking thoughts. There was a vague sense that the girl had made some sort of appearance in her dreams although what she'd been doing in them was becoming rapidly hazy now that she was conscious. Regardless of what impression the young woman had made on her sleeping mind she'd now entered her woken mind as well, mingling with thoughts of hunting preparations.
She'd told the girl that she would bring her on a hunt but thus far she'd neglected to even think on it let alone act upon it. Now that she considered though it was something that she was going to have to do so why not today? She wasn't adverse to the idea, this day was as good as any other and she could certainly use the scout's tracking aid. Tracking was far from Azira's forte but there was no shame in using a scout, not really. The Chiet couldn't irritate her this time either. It was part of the agreement that they'd made during their encounter in the Enclave. The other had to remain silent unless it was required that she talk. Such an idea brought a smile to the girl's face. Oh what a relief it would be to have such a meek companion this time!
The teen dressed unhurriedly slipping on her work clothes that could probably blend in better than they would have originally. The green vinati was grubby stained with blood that hadn't completely washed out and smears of earth and grime from where she'd wiped her hands across it in the past few days. It might soon require a wash. Her black bryda weren't much better the true colour somewhat obscured by the layers for dirt and the knees almost worn through from repeated kneeling. Boots were tugged on over dirty feet. Today after her hunt the huntress decided she'd have a bath. She certainly needed one. The rest of her body wasn't much cleaner than her feet after all, her face and hands the only really clean areas thanks to some splashing of water from the basin in her room. The Chiet girl was sure to find her a fright; Avora were normally clean.
Azira did an inventory of her backpack. Bedroll, blanket, some stock for soup, her empty waterskin. The bag was closed and slung over one shoulder, quiver secured at her side along with her hunting knife and with shortbow in hand she left her room.
The Warrens were coming to life so she assumed that the bell was far enough advanced for such activity. Dek scurried back and forth hurrying off to gods knew where, Chiet and Avora thronging the passages from the Darniva Commonrooms. As she grew nearer to the Kitchens there was a definite direction for the flow of foot traffic, the majority of the population - now including the Endal - making their way to break their fasts. The teen carried herself with confident authority, shoving Chiet and Dek out of her way if they happened to obstruct her path. There was no mistakes or assumptions made concerning her caste this morning and so she arrived in the Kitchens in a contented mood.
Food for now and food for later was collected by the huntress before she sat herself down at an empty table and wolfed down her breakfast of cold meat and bread. The eating area wasn't as busy as she'd expected, which coupled with the activity in the Warrens could mean that it was later than she wouldn't like. In spite of that she didn't rush herself. Even if it was the Chiet's day off, she knew that Khara wouldn't be hard to find. If she was working then no one was likely to employ her services so she was confident that she'd find her amongst the other game scouts. If she couldn't find her there she'd assumed that she had a day off and so some searching would be in order. A Dek would suffice for any running she might need.
Once breakfast was complete, the girl navigated her way to the headquarters of the game scouts - if it could be called that - and set about scanning the many faces for Khara's. The Chiet bowed and scraped as she made a path amongst them, looking for all the world like skittish prey in the presence of a possible threat. They had no idea what to do and watched her with a mixture of fearful awe and hope. The Avora's expression was far from friendly but she supposed that they still hoped for the chance that she would require them. The more seasoned scouts looked more relaxed around her. They didn't fear Avora but they still treated Azira with respect when she passed them. They were listening to someone, Orthin, who was explaining different animal sightings. There was an Endal standing at his elbow, surveying the proceedings with disinterest. As soon as the respected scout finished speaking he departed with the higher caste member and took a number of the scouts with him.
As the more experienced scouts were removed from the throng, Khara came into view. Of course nobody wanted her. That is except Azira.
The huntress approached her doing her best not to sneak up on the girl by keeping to the front of her, other scouts moved out of her way to allow her to do so. She didn't care if she frightened the girl but she didn't want to listen to her babble if she was startled. She's not supposed to talk though, remember? The thought elicited a soft snort from the huntress. She'd believe that when she saw it in practice.
As soon as she was within easy earshot of the teen, Azira stopped to address her. "Said I'd bring you on a hunt, didn't I? Well, today's the day and gods help you if you don't have the stuff I asked you to bring I'll throw you off the mountain and leave your carcass for the Wind Eagles," she greeted her pleasantly. Some of the nearby scouts who were also within hearing distance retreated from the huntress leaving Azira with ample space around herself and Khara. The threat hadn't even been aimed at them and they'd been cowed so the same had better be true for the Chiet that she was stuck with. "You can sort out rations for yourself if you're quick about it. I'm feeling generous so I'll let you have fifteen chimes to sort yourself out and meet me at the Sanikas Gate, got it?" Without waiting for an answer the huntress turned on her heel and stalked out.
Once she reached the gate herself, she'd lean her back against the nearest available surface and watch for Khara's approach. The girl had better be damn fast.
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