8th of Spring, 515 A.V.
In the wake of Winter came the rains. Makutsi was generous this year. For the first several days of Spring the clouds poured out their bounty, filling the Bluevein River until it was close to bursting its banks. Today was the first it had shown signs of letting up, and even still it was a steady drizzle.
While that was far from ideal, their work could not wait any longer. To delay further meant certain failure. So when the sun was just starting to settle into the morning sky they left the city through the land gate. On foot the journey was far from smooth. The rains had flooded many of the usual paths, forcing them deeper into it along the coast as they sought a break into the sea. Additionally the mud sucked at the soles of their boots which made the trek all the more miserable in this constant rain.
It was hard to hear anything besides the patter on the hood of his brown cloak. Visibility was equally dismal as dark clouds had replaced the sun turning the sky grey, and plunging the land into a soft shadow. For that reason Karsynwa followed Arrel closely, his fingertips lightly touching the back of the man's cloak as they tried to make a trail through the grass. They were both dressed similarly. Simple brown cloaks with studded leather armor worn underneath, and large backpacks that were packed tight. The only difference was that Karsynwa wore a black leather harness to carry his Lakan while Arrel wore one on the left side of his hip.
Arrel was also carrying a bow, its string carefully tucked into a waterproofed quiver that he carried on his back underneath the cloak. Karsynwa thought it was a little optimistic of him to hope for game in these conditions but he did not feel like it was his place to point that out at this moment. Instead he followed along as was his duty.
Occasionally his eyes flitted over to the infrared spectrum though he spotted nothing of interest. There was only the grass, the rain, and the mud. Plenty of that to see as it worked its way up his legs. Already he could feel the dampness seeping through his cloak an armor. It made his skin feel clammy while the armor started to pinch his skin with his movements.
They stopped moving. Rather, Arrel stopped which caused Karsynwa to stop as he was right behind him. His squad leader held up a hand and reading the gesture, Karsynwa kept his mouth closed as Arrel knelt close to the ground. From over the man's shoulder he could see that he was studying a patch of grass that looked recently shorn. An not by teeth either as it was a good clean line. Karsynwa's skin crawled at the thought as his inner eyelid flicked into position.
Seeing along the infrared spectrum now he looked for traces of red light, first among the patch of grass his mentor was studying and then along the stalks of grass to either side. Arrel tapped his leg before he could study the area further. Looking down, he saw his squad leader shift slightly while his hand gestured towards the ground. The impression was muddled in this sense so Karsynwa retracted the inner eyelid to look at it again. A hoof print.
"Horse" Arrel whispered softly, rubbing his hands together thoughtfully. "We might be too late. It seems a few Drykas have ranged ahead of their counterparts." Karsynwa frowned as he looked at the print, reaching down to trace the shape of it with his finger. That was unfortunate. He had been really hoping to see this herb of Arrel's but if the Drykas had truly been through this way then there was nothing they could do about it. Those men lived this land everyday of their lives. Trying to find a valuable herb they had not would be a hard bargain.
"What do we do?" Karsynwa asked after the moment had lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, his mind still on the imprint. It was large, likely from one of those formidable horses he saw them riding on the occasions he'd crossed their path. Arrel sighed softly and shrugged. "We look for them. Unless the rain gets to be too much, then we turn back." The man said in a warning tone as his eyes scanned the darkening sky. Looking up along with him, Karsynwa had to agree. Those clouds looked ripe to pour, and he didn't relish the idea of trying to swim out of the sea of grass. Turning to Arrel, he offered a firm nod and stood up to follow him into the grass.
Their path was more chaotic now as they followed the tracks. Arrel had the harder task of picking them out while Karsynwa stood point, watching their back for any pursuers. Casually he kept a hand on the hilt of his Lakan as they traveled. He wasn't one to be caught unawares without a weapon in hand. Neither was Arrel for that matter as he'd strung his bow, and kept it shielded under his cloak for now.
As they traveled, their pace was a little quicker. No longer were they looking for slight signs of a flowering herb. Instead Arrel was on the recent trail of a few Drykas that had passed this way an he had a little more than that to guide them. There were only a few things they could be logically heading this way for. Riverfall, or ranging north to scout the way for their pavilion. In either case, there was a very good chance they might head them off as they straddled the line between Riverfall and the rest of the grass.
That was their hope anyways. Karsynwa had yet to have been told why tracking them down was so important. The steady rain had dampened more than just his clothes. His inclination towards curiosity had been similarly affected as his mind turned inwards. Towards yearning for the comforts of city life. A yearning which he found slightly antagonizing. He was at cross purposes here on the sea of grass. There was his duty to his squad leader to do as instructed, and then there was his initiative to further his training which made this feel like a waste of time now that their goal was seemingly out of reach.
For now, Karsynwa listened to his better self, and kept his mouth shut. He prayed to Myri that they would find their quarry soon.
WC - 1,072
While that was far from ideal, their work could not wait any longer. To delay further meant certain failure. So when the sun was just starting to settle into the morning sky they left the city through the land gate. On foot the journey was far from smooth. The rains had flooded many of the usual paths, forcing them deeper into it along the coast as they sought a break into the sea. Additionally the mud sucked at the soles of their boots which made the trek all the more miserable in this constant rain.
It was hard to hear anything besides the patter on the hood of his brown cloak. Visibility was equally dismal as dark clouds had replaced the sun turning the sky grey, and plunging the land into a soft shadow. For that reason Karsynwa followed Arrel closely, his fingertips lightly touching the back of the man's cloak as they tried to make a trail through the grass. They were both dressed similarly. Simple brown cloaks with studded leather armor worn underneath, and large backpacks that were packed tight. The only difference was that Karsynwa wore a black leather harness to carry his Lakan while Arrel wore one on the left side of his hip.
Arrel was also carrying a bow, its string carefully tucked into a waterproofed quiver that he carried on his back underneath the cloak. Karsynwa thought it was a little optimistic of him to hope for game in these conditions but he did not feel like it was his place to point that out at this moment. Instead he followed along as was his duty.
Occasionally his eyes flitted over to the infrared spectrum though he spotted nothing of interest. There was only the grass, the rain, and the mud. Plenty of that to see as it worked its way up his legs. Already he could feel the dampness seeping through his cloak an armor. It made his skin feel clammy while the armor started to pinch his skin with his movements.
They stopped moving. Rather, Arrel stopped which caused Karsynwa to stop as he was right behind him. His squad leader held up a hand and reading the gesture, Karsynwa kept his mouth closed as Arrel knelt close to the ground. From over the man's shoulder he could see that he was studying a patch of grass that looked recently shorn. An not by teeth either as it was a good clean line. Karsynwa's skin crawled at the thought as his inner eyelid flicked into position.
Seeing along the infrared spectrum now he looked for traces of red light, first among the patch of grass his mentor was studying and then along the stalks of grass to either side. Arrel tapped his leg before he could study the area further. Looking down, he saw his squad leader shift slightly while his hand gestured towards the ground. The impression was muddled in this sense so Karsynwa retracted the inner eyelid to look at it again. A hoof print.
"Horse" Arrel whispered softly, rubbing his hands together thoughtfully. "We might be too late. It seems a few Drykas have ranged ahead of their counterparts." Karsynwa frowned as he looked at the print, reaching down to trace the shape of it with his finger. That was unfortunate. He had been really hoping to see this herb of Arrel's but if the Drykas had truly been through this way then there was nothing they could do about it. Those men lived this land everyday of their lives. Trying to find a valuable herb they had not would be a hard bargain.
"What do we do?" Karsynwa asked after the moment had lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, his mind still on the imprint. It was large, likely from one of those formidable horses he saw them riding on the occasions he'd crossed their path. Arrel sighed softly and shrugged. "We look for them. Unless the rain gets to be too much, then we turn back." The man said in a warning tone as his eyes scanned the darkening sky. Looking up along with him, Karsynwa had to agree. Those clouds looked ripe to pour, and he didn't relish the idea of trying to swim out of the sea of grass. Turning to Arrel, he offered a firm nod and stood up to follow him into the grass.
Their path was more chaotic now as they followed the tracks. Arrel had the harder task of picking them out while Karsynwa stood point, watching their back for any pursuers. Casually he kept a hand on the hilt of his Lakan as they traveled. He wasn't one to be caught unawares without a weapon in hand. Neither was Arrel for that matter as he'd strung his bow, and kept it shielded under his cloak for now.
As they traveled, their pace was a little quicker. No longer were they looking for slight signs of a flowering herb. Instead Arrel was on the recent trail of a few Drykas that had passed this way an he had a little more than that to guide them. There were only a few things they could be logically heading this way for. Riverfall, or ranging north to scout the way for their pavilion. In either case, there was a very good chance they might head them off as they straddled the line between Riverfall and the rest of the grass.
That was their hope anyways. Karsynwa had yet to have been told why tracking them down was so important. The steady rain had dampened more than just his clothes. His inclination towards curiosity had been similarly affected as his mind turned inwards. Towards yearning for the comforts of city life. A yearning which he found slightly antagonizing. He was at cross purposes here on the sea of grass. There was his duty to his squad leader to do as instructed, and then there was his initiative to further his training which made this feel like a waste of time now that their goal was seemingly out of reach.
For now, Karsynwa listened to his better self, and kept his mouth shut. He prayed to Myri that they would find their quarry soon.
WC - 1,072