Timestamp: Seventy-sixth of Spring, 512
Where: Wind Reach and the Unforgiving
Who: Aidara, Aela
Leth attempted to cast his nightly glow through the clouds that hung low over the city, the pale light dappling everything it touched. The mountain was completely silent, only the distant rustles and chirps from various nocturnal animals hinting that there was any life here at all.
Wind Reach had taken a beating when Ivak escaped; the volcano on which the city was build had erupted with the God as he rose from his prison, shattering mountain peaks and city structures alike. Much had crumbled and much had been lost. Only now were the Inartans really starting to rebuild their lives.
The days were full of anxiety and stress. Many things had changed, and for creatures of habit and seclusion, this was extremely distressing. There was also the lingering effect of Ivak himself over the mountain, his preference for emotional upheaval making everyday life a chore. Loud and boisterous, the city of redheads were much subdued.
It was the nighttime that was the easiest for Aidara. The darkness covered everything that was wrong; add in a little stubbornness and a smidgen of petulance and it was almost as if the Healer could pretend nothing had happened. Not to mention her knew preference for the night gave her ample time to train.
Ash hardly made a sound as he glided through the cool night air, playing in the slip streams and currents that ran in abundance around the mountain. Black on black, the owl was almost impossible to see. Only the faint rustle of feathers could tell Addy where her charge was, and that was only because she was listening for it.
Perched on the overhang of the Edge of the World, the little woman had taken her Sooty Owl out for a fly. Having found the bird in the most interesting of ways as a chick with a broken wing, the healer had nursed it back to health, earning not only its trust but its loyalty; the baby had been young enough to imprint somewhat on Aidara, thinking the Inartan to be his mother.
Shifting her position, Addy slung her legs over the ledge, reclining back on her elbows as she let Ash fly. The cliffs no longer held power over the woman, her fear of falling having been overcome long ago. It was a good night to watch the stars, anyway, feeling the cool wind tickling her toes. Even in the worst of times, joy can be found.
Where: Wind Reach and the Unforgiving
Who: Aidara, Aela
Leth attempted to cast his nightly glow through the clouds that hung low over the city, the pale light dappling everything it touched. The mountain was completely silent, only the distant rustles and chirps from various nocturnal animals hinting that there was any life here at all.
Wind Reach had taken a beating when Ivak escaped; the volcano on which the city was build had erupted with the God as he rose from his prison, shattering mountain peaks and city structures alike. Much had crumbled and much had been lost. Only now were the Inartans really starting to rebuild their lives.
The days were full of anxiety and stress. Many things had changed, and for creatures of habit and seclusion, this was extremely distressing. There was also the lingering effect of Ivak himself over the mountain, his preference for emotional upheaval making everyday life a chore. Loud and boisterous, the city of redheads were much subdued.
It was the nighttime that was the easiest for Aidara. The darkness covered everything that was wrong; add in a little stubbornness and a smidgen of petulance and it was almost as if the Healer could pretend nothing had happened. Not to mention her knew preference for the night gave her ample time to train.
Ash hardly made a sound as he glided through the cool night air, playing in the slip streams and currents that ran in abundance around the mountain. Black on black, the owl was almost impossible to see. Only the faint rustle of feathers could tell Addy where her charge was, and that was only because she was listening for it.
Perched on the overhang of the Edge of the World, the little woman had taken her Sooty Owl out for a fly. Having found the bird in the most interesting of ways as a chick with a broken wing, the healer had nursed it back to health, earning not only its trust but its loyalty; the baby had been young enough to imprint somewhat on Aidara, thinking the Inartan to be his mother.
Shifting her position, Addy slung her legs over the ledge, reclining back on her elbows as she let Ash fly. The cliffs no longer held power over the woman, her fear of falling having been overcome long ago. It was a good night to watch the stars, anyway, feeling the cool wind tickling her toes. Even in the worst of times, joy can be found.