Saraphina's picture was becoming clearing. If she was from Avanthal that is was easy to see how she can survive out here in the freezing Winter temperatures. Avanthal was permanently encased in snow and ice. At least it was to Ashryn's knowledge. Somehow the girl knew how to survive, whereas someone not from the North may not. Ashryn could never see herself living out here in the wilds. Surely, maybe a night or two if she wandered too far from the city, it couldn't be that difficult. Still, Ashryn did not want to be stuck outside tonight. Perpahs a few days in the Summer would be nicer.
Ashryn's eyes continued to search the ever-darkening clearing. She couldn't see that well in this dark. The feild was huge too, she would probably have to walk around the whole thing to find poor Twelveknives. However she answered the strangers question as she squinted and strained her eyes.
The question, though, embarrassed the poor girl. She was wondering for a stupid reason, and she knew it. "I was looking for a particular herb that may or may not grow in these woods... It was foolish of me, I know. It's just I am ver interested in what this plant can do... and I just wanted to find one." She bowed her head in shame for a minute, but then shot it back up as the redhead pointed out that she had found the horse.
She pointed to the opposite end of the field and Ashryn instantly began to jog over to the spot, even though she couldn't quite she her mount yet. With a few more feet, though, she could just make out a slightly darker shape within the tree line. She sighed in relief as she quickly crossed the clearing. Ashryn had barely heard the girl mention that fact that TwelveKnives may not take a liking to the stranger, though the question as to why did cross her mind for a millisecond. She shrugged it off, perhaps the girl was simply just not an animal person. Ashryn was barely one herself.
Once she got closer to her Kavinka, the horse seemed to recognize her, her scent or something. He nickered in delight and stomped his way over to her. She smiled at him, "Hey boy, how're you doing, you poor boy." She consoled. He rubbed his nozzle against her raised palm and she grabbed at his reins. Once the leather straps where in hand and she made sure they were not ripped at all, she began to lead her horse back towards the stranger. Halfway across TwelveKnives seemed to get a look at the girl and didn't seem worried, until a few more feet, when Ashryn assumed, he must have caught her scent, he began to whine and hit the ground a bit with his hoofs. She placed a hand on his neck to calm him down, and he seemed to cry a little less. He was still a bit agitated, and Ashryn's question came to mind again.
"Why does he dislike you so much?" She called to the girl who rifling around in a bush. Coming closer Ashryn saw that the bush was a rose bush and the girl was collecting rose hips into her shirt which she had fashioned into a poor pocket.
Ashryn almost instantly forgot her question and became excited by the fact that the girl found rose hips at all. It was the beginning of Winter and the hips should have died off by now. Yet they were stubbornly clinging to the bush, only slightly wrinkled in protest to the biting cold.
After a quick motion for TwelveKnives to stay, which the horse gladly did, not wanting to get any closer to the stench of the woman, Ashryn rummaged trough her bag until she found her last empty glass jar. She quickly began filling the jar with the hips and motioned for the stranger to pile the ones she had already collected into the jar as well. There were probably three bushes clumped together at the edge of the clearing, and probably a hundred or more rose hips on them. As quickly as she could she plucked them from their stems and plopped them into her jar. This was an awesome find. She could make itching powder out of the hairs and jam from the remaining carcasses. She was extremely gleeful at the girls find and completely missed when the redhead told her they would be staying the night.
It was maybe another chime or two until what the girl said hit her. "Oh..." She whispered in shock. She did not want to stay the night, especially in a makeshift camp. However she had learned to listen to the wildling and soon handed her the jar and she went to follow orders. She then grabbed TwelveKnives reins again and moved him a bit farther from the girl and a bit into the woods as she began to pick up sticks and dead leaves from the ground and into her cradling arms. Soon she would have a good armful and would bring them back to where the girl had stopped picking berries and started making camp.
Ashryn's eyes continued to search the ever-darkening clearing. She couldn't see that well in this dark. The feild was huge too, she would probably have to walk around the whole thing to find poor Twelveknives. However she answered the strangers question as she squinted and strained her eyes.
The question, though, embarrassed the poor girl. She was wondering for a stupid reason, and she knew it. "I was looking for a particular herb that may or may not grow in these woods... It was foolish of me, I know. It's just I am ver interested in what this plant can do... and I just wanted to find one." She bowed her head in shame for a minute, but then shot it back up as the redhead pointed out that she had found the horse.
She pointed to the opposite end of the field and Ashryn instantly began to jog over to the spot, even though she couldn't quite she her mount yet. With a few more feet, though, she could just make out a slightly darker shape within the tree line. She sighed in relief as she quickly crossed the clearing. Ashryn had barely heard the girl mention that fact that TwelveKnives may not take a liking to the stranger, though the question as to why did cross her mind for a millisecond. She shrugged it off, perhaps the girl was simply just not an animal person. Ashryn was barely one herself.
Once she got closer to her Kavinka, the horse seemed to recognize her, her scent or something. He nickered in delight and stomped his way over to her. She smiled at him, "Hey boy, how're you doing, you poor boy." She consoled. He rubbed his nozzle against her raised palm and she grabbed at his reins. Once the leather straps where in hand and she made sure they were not ripped at all, she began to lead her horse back towards the stranger. Halfway across TwelveKnives seemed to get a look at the girl and didn't seem worried, until a few more feet, when Ashryn assumed, he must have caught her scent, he began to whine and hit the ground a bit with his hoofs. She placed a hand on his neck to calm him down, and he seemed to cry a little less. He was still a bit agitated, and Ashryn's question came to mind again.
"Why does he dislike you so much?" She called to the girl who rifling around in a bush. Coming closer Ashryn saw that the bush was a rose bush and the girl was collecting rose hips into her shirt which she had fashioned into a poor pocket.
Ashryn almost instantly forgot her question and became excited by the fact that the girl found rose hips at all. It was the beginning of Winter and the hips should have died off by now. Yet they were stubbornly clinging to the bush, only slightly wrinkled in protest to the biting cold.
After a quick motion for TwelveKnives to stay, which the horse gladly did, not wanting to get any closer to the stench of the woman, Ashryn rummaged trough her bag until she found her last empty glass jar. She quickly began filling the jar with the hips and motioned for the stranger to pile the ones she had already collected into the jar as well. There were probably three bushes clumped together at the edge of the clearing, and probably a hundred or more rose hips on them. As quickly as she could she plucked them from their stems and plopped them into her jar. This was an awesome find. She could make itching powder out of the hairs and jam from the remaining carcasses. She was extremely gleeful at the girls find and completely missed when the redhead told her they would be staying the night.
It was maybe another chime or two until what the girl said hit her. "Oh..." She whispered in shock. She did not want to stay the night, especially in a makeshift camp. However she had learned to listen to the wildling and soon handed her the jar and she went to follow orders. She then grabbed TwelveKnives reins again and moved him a bit farther from the girl and a bit into the woods as she began to pick up sticks and dead leaves from the ground and into her cradling arms. Soon she would have a good armful and would bring them back to where the girl had stopped picking berries and started making camp.
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