Time Stamp: 12th of Spring 517AV
Location: The War Storm Pavilion
Who: Jasmine Stormblood
Early morning training was always part of the former endal's training regiment, and Turrin wasn't going to change it since he moved to this new city. Seven days in the city, and he hasn't meet anyone yet. It was a lonely existence for the wanderer, but he wasn't going to let his personal situation depress him. He would just do what he always did train to forget that he was alone. Getting out of his sleeping bag, Turrin opened the door of his tent to allow the eastern Syna-rise to give him some meager amount of light in his tent. First, Turrin slipped into his burgundy bryda and put his katinu over his bare shoulders. The coat gave the warrior enough warmth to withstand the chill in the morning air. He figured as Syna got higher in the sky. Her warmth would be enough to go bare chested the rest of the day. Besides he was Inarta. He could handle a little cold weather. When he came to Endrykas, he noticed the Drykas were not like the Inarta. They tended to where colorful clothing decorated with intricate colorful weaving. Some of the clothing was beautiful, but he was a creature of habit, and at the moment, he thought that much clothing was to restricting and warm.
Taking out a small bag of colorful feathers, the Inartan started to tie his hair around the hard base of the feather. He put a feather into his hair out of remembrance Wind Reach and the people that he left behind. It was a traditions that he started when he left his mother's homeland for good. When he was done getting dressed, he went to his quiver and placed his broad tipped Inarta arrows in the quiver. Grabbing his talon sword and scabbard, he secured it to his belt. Even if he hadn’t had any issues with the Drykas at the moment, he still didn't trust them enough to walk around without his weapon. The food riots in Wind Reach broke his trust in people, and he learned that trust was always earned and never expected besides these weren't his people. They had different laws and customs, so he tread carefully in their city right now. However, he will defend himself if they meant him harm. He put his filled water skin on his belt to for his morning jog. Lastly, he picked up his myrian made short bow. It was the first weapon that he bought and the sturdy jungle wood with stood years of punishment as he traveled the world with it. He knew that he should retire it and buy another one, but it was hard to leave behind a trusted friend.
Suddenly, he heard Aponivi's phantom voice creep into the back of his head, 'Are you ready, Turrin? We don't have all day?'
Out of habit, Turrin responded in his head with a chuckle, 'Don't get your feather's in a bunch, Aponivi. I am coming!'
For a moment, the former endal thought that he was in his aeries, so he walk through the tent door thinking it was door to his wind eagles room, but as he walked through the tent door everything was wrong. The stone aeries was replaced grass and tents. It wasn't Wind Reach at all. It took him a chime or two of standing in silence as he tried to regain his composure. During the moment of confusion, he mentally tried to figure out if he was in Wind Reach or Endrykas, or if he was dreaming or hallucinating earlier. He was hoping it was the first one because his mother often hallucinated about his dead father and other things more disturbing. It was a unsettling thought that he suffering the same mental illness of his mother, and he did his best to pushed it into the back of his mind. He needed to focus on the future and not the past even if the past found a way to haunt him from time to time. Still in a daze, Turrin looked around for Aponivi or Muncher. He sometimes confused them from time to time. He started to remember that he put the hungry horse at The Guided Horse for safe keeping. He didn't know enough about horses to keep the animal by him, so it probably best to keep him with a professional horse handler for now.
When his wits finally came back to him, Turrin decided to work on his decided to work on his physical prowess since figuring out his mental state depressed him, so he decided to jog to the Warstorm Pavilion. He didn't want to jog through the city like a crazy person, so he stayed to the outskirts of the tent city. Turrin started the pace of his run slowly because he didn't want tire himself to soon. The Inarta ran from the tents with the purple colors across the clearing towards the tents with blue colors. The clearing between the two colors of tents were relatively flat, but he had occasionally watch out for the horse dung on the ground. Turrin didn't run around poop like a sane person, but he decided to use it as a obstacle to be conquered. It was stupid and almost childish act, but he started to run faster and leaped over it like it was a log in the middle of trail or stream barring a path. The jump not needed, but he jump as far as he could and landed with his arms outstretched to keep his balance. Surprisingly, even on flat ground, you can loose your balance if you land wrong, so he stumbled forward and landed on his knees in the soft dirt. After the landing, he could feel his heart start to race, so brushing off the dirt from his knees, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
When Turrin was ready to continue his jog, he continued his original pace as he ran to the outskirts of the tents with blue colors on them. He didn't want to run through any of their camps because he would consider it rude if some random person ran through his camp. As Syna got higher in the sky, Turrin started to sweat with the physical assertion as he ran along the edge of blue tents. Looking over to his right, he could see the vast emptiness of the Sea of Grass, and the large herds of cows in the distance. He was told the name of the cows when he first got here, but he forgot the name already. It was Pavi, and he had no clue if he heard it right or not. The ground on the outskirts of the camp were not as even as the ground between the different color camps, so he had to slow down to watch his footing. Eventually, the ground started to smooth out at the edge of the clearing between the blue and white camps.
When Turrin saw the opening between the blue colored pavilions and white colored pavilions, he saw people were already starting to get up from being asleep. Turrin stopped for a moment to catch his breath since his heart was now racing in his chest. Feeling thirsty, he took the water skin from his belt and uncorked it and took a drink of water. Deciding it best not to run through a ever growing crowded clearing full of people, horses, and wagons. Knowing his muscles are warmed up from the jog, he decided to stretch. When he was finished stretching, he walked across the clearing to the white colored tents. He heard the Warstorm Pavilion was with the Diamond Clan. He was curious if the white symbolized the diamond clan. Walking into the white colored tents, he walked through a group of smaller pavilions and saw a smaller pavilion by a larger pavilion. Turrin approached the smaller pavilion to see if anyone could direct him to the Warstorm Pavilion walking to the outskirts of the camp. He stayed at the edge because he wasn't going to rude and just walk into their home. He doubt the Drykas were the type of people to party late and sleep late. Turrin didn't see anyone, so he just waited patiently for anyone to emerge from their tents, so he could ask directions.
Location: The War Storm Pavilion
Who: Jasmine Stormblood
Early morning training was always part of the former endal's training regiment, and Turrin wasn't going to change it since he moved to this new city. Seven days in the city, and he hasn't meet anyone yet. It was a lonely existence for the wanderer, but he wasn't going to let his personal situation depress him. He would just do what he always did train to forget that he was alone. Getting out of his sleeping bag, Turrin opened the door of his tent to allow the eastern Syna-rise to give him some meager amount of light in his tent. First, Turrin slipped into his burgundy bryda and put his katinu over his bare shoulders. The coat gave the warrior enough warmth to withstand the chill in the morning air. He figured as Syna got higher in the sky. Her warmth would be enough to go bare chested the rest of the day. Besides he was Inarta. He could handle a little cold weather. When he came to Endrykas, he noticed the Drykas were not like the Inarta. They tended to where colorful clothing decorated with intricate colorful weaving. Some of the clothing was beautiful, but he was a creature of habit, and at the moment, he thought that much clothing was to restricting and warm.
Taking out a small bag of colorful feathers, the Inartan started to tie his hair around the hard base of the feather. He put a feather into his hair out of remembrance Wind Reach and the people that he left behind. It was a traditions that he started when he left his mother's homeland for good. When he was done getting dressed, he went to his quiver and placed his broad tipped Inarta arrows in the quiver. Grabbing his talon sword and scabbard, he secured it to his belt. Even if he hadn’t had any issues with the Drykas at the moment, he still didn't trust them enough to walk around without his weapon. The food riots in Wind Reach broke his trust in people, and he learned that trust was always earned and never expected besides these weren't his people. They had different laws and customs, so he tread carefully in their city right now. However, he will defend himself if they meant him harm. He put his filled water skin on his belt to for his morning jog. Lastly, he picked up his myrian made short bow. It was the first weapon that he bought and the sturdy jungle wood with stood years of punishment as he traveled the world with it. He knew that he should retire it and buy another one, but it was hard to leave behind a trusted friend.
Suddenly, he heard Aponivi's phantom voice creep into the back of his head, 'Are you ready, Turrin? We don't have all day?'
Out of habit, Turrin responded in his head with a chuckle, 'Don't get your feather's in a bunch, Aponivi. I am coming!'
For a moment, the former endal thought that he was in his aeries, so he walk through the tent door thinking it was door to his wind eagles room, but as he walked through the tent door everything was wrong. The stone aeries was replaced grass and tents. It wasn't Wind Reach at all. It took him a chime or two of standing in silence as he tried to regain his composure. During the moment of confusion, he mentally tried to figure out if he was in Wind Reach or Endrykas, or if he was dreaming or hallucinating earlier. He was hoping it was the first one because his mother often hallucinated about his dead father and other things more disturbing. It was a unsettling thought that he suffering the same mental illness of his mother, and he did his best to pushed it into the back of his mind. He needed to focus on the future and not the past even if the past found a way to haunt him from time to time. Still in a daze, Turrin looked around for Aponivi or Muncher. He sometimes confused them from time to time. He started to remember that he put the hungry horse at The Guided Horse for safe keeping. He didn't know enough about horses to keep the animal by him, so it probably best to keep him with a professional horse handler for now.
When his wits finally came back to him, Turrin decided to work on his decided to work on his physical prowess since figuring out his mental state depressed him, so he decided to jog to the Warstorm Pavilion. He didn't want to jog through the city like a crazy person, so he stayed to the outskirts of the tent city. Turrin started the pace of his run slowly because he didn't want tire himself to soon. The Inarta ran from the tents with the purple colors across the clearing towards the tents with blue colors. The clearing between the two colors of tents were relatively flat, but he had occasionally watch out for the horse dung on the ground. Turrin didn't run around poop like a sane person, but he decided to use it as a obstacle to be conquered. It was stupid and almost childish act, but he started to run faster and leaped over it like it was a log in the middle of trail or stream barring a path. The jump not needed, but he jump as far as he could and landed with his arms outstretched to keep his balance. Surprisingly, even on flat ground, you can loose your balance if you land wrong, so he stumbled forward and landed on his knees in the soft dirt. After the landing, he could feel his heart start to race, so brushing off the dirt from his knees, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
When Turrin was ready to continue his jog, he continued his original pace as he ran to the outskirts of the tents with blue colors on them. He didn't want to run through any of their camps because he would consider it rude if some random person ran through his camp. As Syna got higher in the sky, Turrin started to sweat with the physical assertion as he ran along the edge of blue tents. Looking over to his right, he could see the vast emptiness of the Sea of Grass, and the large herds of cows in the distance. He was told the name of the cows when he first got here, but he forgot the name already. It was Pavi, and he had no clue if he heard it right or not. The ground on the outskirts of the camp were not as even as the ground between the different color camps, so he had to slow down to watch his footing. Eventually, the ground started to smooth out at the edge of the clearing between the blue and white camps.
When Turrin saw the opening between the blue colored pavilions and white colored pavilions, he saw people were already starting to get up from being asleep. Turrin stopped for a moment to catch his breath since his heart was now racing in his chest. Feeling thirsty, he took the water skin from his belt and uncorked it and took a drink of water. Deciding it best not to run through a ever growing crowded clearing full of people, horses, and wagons. Knowing his muscles are warmed up from the jog, he decided to stretch. When he was finished stretching, he walked across the clearing to the white colored tents. He heard the Warstorm Pavilion was with the Diamond Clan. He was curious if the white symbolized the diamond clan. Walking into the white colored tents, he walked through a group of smaller pavilions and saw a smaller pavilion by a larger pavilion. Turrin approached the smaller pavilion to see if anyone could direct him to the Warstorm Pavilion walking to the outskirts of the camp. He stayed at the edge because he wasn't going to rude and just walk into their home. He doubt the Drykas were the type of people to party late and sleep late. Turrin didn't see anyone, so he just waited patiently for anyone to emerge from their tents, so he could ask directions.
