53rd of Spring 519
The weather was hot as Syka always seemed to be as Finn walked toward the saw mill. The afternoon had started to become a little overcast and looked like it may rain a little before it blew inland if it didn’t miss them completely. He could hear the saw going so expected that Lars was busy inside the mill which worked out well for him, he had no intentions on asking permission anyhow. He had heard that the Ashta were behind the mill so he didn’t need to bother the operator at all, he had overheard that Lars watched over the animals rather closely so if he caught him and disliked it then he would deal with that then but being Svefra he always felt an affinity to animals with growing up in the pod so when he had a chance, he was more than willing to see a new kind, especially up close to such a unique one.
Shorts and barefoot were his usual attire and today was no different, although his cutlass was in his hand so he could cut back the undergrowth but he rarely left his casinor without it, he carefully threaded his way through the foliage and around to the back of the sawmill. It appeared to be mostly cleared or trampled down so it wasn’t even hard moving through any of it but the cutlass made short work of whatever he needed out of his way as he walked. From his brief time here in Syka it appeared the undergrowth regrew almost faster than you could cut the paths, only the busiest paths stayed clear and easily passable.
After he stepped into the clearing he saw several large ashta milling around the huge clearing and into a rather large looking pool that didn’t appear to be all that deep. The animals were clearly the largest he had ever seen on land definitely but lumbered around rather lazily at the moment or played in the pool. One of the larger animals seemed to take notice of his sudden entrance into the clearing as it trumpeted and advanced towards him fairly quickly before the surprise wore off and the creature returned to the herd as it clearly didn’t see him as a real threat. He wondered if they were so used to seeing people, that they likely weren’t considered a threat most of the time unless he were to give it a reason to fear him and of course he wasn’t a threat, as his intentions were only to see the animals or if given a chance to get closer to one but he didn’t overly care about that today.
“They are amazing creatures, aren’t they!” he said to himself as he relaxed his right arm and let it and his cutlass hang by his right side while he leaned back against a tree to watch the creatures for a time. He was in a good mood and he had nothing planned for the afternoon except to look around Syka a little more as he slowly learned the settlement, the afternoon heat seemed to make most of the people nap or hide wherever they could stay coolest. He usually was all for either of those or even a trip to the Tidepool bar but today he wanted something else, some excitement maybe, or at least to see something new.
The weather was hot as Syka always seemed to be as Finn walked toward the saw mill. The afternoon had started to become a little overcast and looked like it may rain a little before it blew inland if it didn’t miss them completely. He could hear the saw going so expected that Lars was busy inside the mill which worked out well for him, he had no intentions on asking permission anyhow. He had heard that the Ashta were behind the mill so he didn’t need to bother the operator at all, he had overheard that Lars watched over the animals rather closely so if he caught him and disliked it then he would deal with that then but being Svefra he always felt an affinity to animals with growing up in the pod so when he had a chance, he was more than willing to see a new kind, especially up close to such a unique one.
Shorts and barefoot were his usual attire and today was no different, although his cutlass was in his hand so he could cut back the undergrowth but he rarely left his casinor without it, he carefully threaded his way through the foliage and around to the back of the sawmill. It appeared to be mostly cleared or trampled down so it wasn’t even hard moving through any of it but the cutlass made short work of whatever he needed out of his way as he walked. From his brief time here in Syka it appeared the undergrowth regrew almost faster than you could cut the paths, only the busiest paths stayed clear and easily passable.
After he stepped into the clearing he saw several large ashta milling around the huge clearing and into a rather large looking pool that didn’t appear to be all that deep. The animals were clearly the largest he had ever seen on land definitely but lumbered around rather lazily at the moment or played in the pool. One of the larger animals seemed to take notice of his sudden entrance into the clearing as it trumpeted and advanced towards him fairly quickly before the surprise wore off and the creature returned to the herd as it clearly didn’t see him as a real threat. He wondered if they were so used to seeing people, that they likely weren’t considered a threat most of the time unless he were to give it a reason to fear him and of course he wasn’t a threat, as his intentions were only to see the animals or if given a chance to get closer to one but he didn’t overly care about that today.
“They are amazing creatures, aren’t they!” he said to himself as he relaxed his right arm and let it and his cutlass hang by his right side while he leaned back against a tree to watch the creatures for a time. He was in a good mood and he had nothing planned for the afternoon except to look around Syka a little more as he slowly learned the settlement, the afternoon heat seemed to make most of the people nap or hide wherever they could stay coolest. He usually was all for either of those or even a trip to the Tidepool bar but today he wanted something else, some excitement maybe, or at least to see something new.
