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73rd - 76th of Fall, 515 AV
Today he was going to begin his crossing of Thunder Bay. The weather was favorable, at least, though a bit cold, even for an Inarta. Fortunately, this time of year very rarely had anything more than the occasional snow storms on this side of the bay. Still, after being absent for so long, Shadyn knew that he needed to continue to fill his role as Endal…which would be most easily done by bringing home some good game. He decided to try something different this time, for hunting. It was a technique used by the most experienced Endals, and while he doubted that he would meet with any success using it, it would make for good practice.
Thus, he strapped up his gear and mounted Xarrt, ordering him to fly. They were in the same location where he had made his makeshift camp inside of the morass at the beginning of the season, and Shadyn remembered that there were mountain goats that fed in this area…at least sometimes. Though he had never spent much time hunting, he always made a point of listening whenever someone who was good at the art spoke about it in one of the taverns. Now, he was dredging his memory for any tidbits of information that he had heard regarding the habits of animals in the winter. Even though it was technically still Fall, in Wind Reach…nature dictated that it was winter, even if the calendars didn’t.
From what he remembered, the mountain goats descended into sheltered valleys to eat tender willow branches. From high in the air, he studied the landscape, decided to head east to a promising opening in the mountains. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of flight, he could see small white dots moving among the brush near the base of the mountain. They were browsing just beyond a stretch of conifers, but were still close enough to shelter that he knew he had little lee-way for error. Cautiously, he tightened his knees and let go of the saddle. As he sat up, the wind pushed him back and threatened to rip him off of Xarrt and hurl him down through the air. Ducking his head, he slowly forced himself back up straight, and after a few minutes of circling had worked out a sitting position that leaned forward just enough to duck the wind but was still erect enough to allow him use of his arms.
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73rd - 76th of Fall, 515 AV
Today he was going to begin his crossing of Thunder Bay. The weather was favorable, at least, though a bit cold, even for an Inarta. Fortunately, this time of year very rarely had anything more than the occasional snow storms on this side of the bay. Still, after being absent for so long, Shadyn knew that he needed to continue to fill his role as Endal…which would be most easily done by bringing home some good game. He decided to try something different this time, for hunting. It was a technique used by the most experienced Endals, and while he doubted that he would meet with any success using it, it would make for good practice.
Thus, he strapped up his gear and mounted Xarrt, ordering him to fly. They were in the same location where he had made his makeshift camp inside of the morass at the beginning of the season, and Shadyn remembered that there were mountain goats that fed in this area…at least sometimes. Though he had never spent much time hunting, he always made a point of listening whenever someone who was good at the art spoke about it in one of the taverns. Now, he was dredging his memory for any tidbits of information that he had heard regarding the habits of animals in the winter. Even though it was technically still Fall, in Wind Reach…nature dictated that it was winter, even if the calendars didn’t.
From what he remembered, the mountain goats descended into sheltered valleys to eat tender willow branches. From high in the air, he studied the landscape, decided to head east to a promising opening in the mountains. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of flight, he could see small white dots moving among the brush near the base of the mountain. They were browsing just beyond a stretch of conifers, but were still close enough to shelter that he knew he had little lee-way for error. Cautiously, he tightened his knees and let go of the saddle. As he sat up, the wind pushed him back and threatened to rip him off of Xarrt and hurl him down through the air. Ducking his head, he slowly forced himself back up straight, and after a few minutes of circling had worked out a sitting position that leaned forward just enough to duck the wind but was still erect enough to allow him use of his arms.
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