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by **Natsuki** on August 2nd, 2012, 12:31 am

45th Summer 512AV

The night finally ended and the sun began to rise, Natsuki now found herself in a strange, dense forest.

She had been traveling alone for a while now, always looking and asking the same questions. But so far, nothing. No one could help her, most dismissed her with a wave of their hand.

Her Zavian mare stopped abruptly, her brown eyes flicked back. The mare was unnerved by new places. Natsuki dismounted, deciding that it was best to lead the horse, thus eliminating the threat of being thrown.

Natsuki continued down the narrow path. If she followed this then maybe she would find a village.

A twig snapped over head and she stopped. Something was watching her. She clutched the knife at her side and held her breath.

by **Rothyr Windbourne** on August 2nd, 2012, 1:21 am

"You should know better than that, Windlass!" Rothyr scolded the mare, "How long have we hunted together, and now you step on a twig!"

Rothyr cursed again as another deer swiftly escaped into the wood.

"Been hunting all morning for that one," He said with a sigh, "Back to the trail, I suppose."

He and his Cyphrus strider, a mare he called Windlass, continued slowly and quietly in the direction the buck went, keeping his eyes peeled for potential prey, or predators.

by **Nastalia** on August 2nd, 2012, 1:36 am

Nastalia gasped loudly as a deer ran by her. She let out a relieved sigh and continued walking aimlessly around. "Atleast it didnt eat me." She muttered shivering. She soon found a path, and saw a girl.

A girl who looked about her age. She watched the girl put her hand on her knife, so she went off the path, hoping she wasnt seen.

by **Rothyr Windbourne** on August 2nd, 2012, 1:44 am

Spotting the deer trail his quarry had used, he kicks Windlass into a sprint, trying to close the distance and open up a shot for him to use his new bow. He speeds ahead, and nearly runs over a young woman! Windlass rears back in surprise at this new obstacle, and even manages to throw Rothyr from the saddle! He curses his luck, and hits the ground with a hard thud, rolling back a few feet, and dropping his bow.

He spends a few moments face down, gathering his thoughts and consciousness in the freshly turned dirt, while Windlass mills around nearby.

by **Nastalia** on August 2nd, 2012, 2:48 am

Nastalia looked at the man as he lay face down. She slowly walked over to him, and poked him. "Are you dead?" She whispered. She wasnt good talking with people. She mostly kept to herself.

But she still wondered if he was hurt. She was brave. But quiet and distanced. She sighed as she looked at him. "Please dont be dead." She muttered.

by **Natsuki** on August 2nd, 2012, 3:13 am

Natsuki followed the voices, carefully leading her mare through the trees shrub. Very soon, two people came into sight. One was a man, lying face first on the ground, the other was a girl. A riderless horse, which she assumed was the mans, was standing a ways off eyeing the scene carefully.

Her own mare snorted and refused to step any closer. But Natsuki was intrigued by these people and edged forward a few feet.

Her foot caught on something and she was sent crashing into the ground, she cursed her clumsiness under her breath and looked up.

by **Nastalia** on August 2nd, 2012, 3:18 am

Nastalias head shot up and looked at the girl. Then she laughed. "Not a very good walker, are we?" She said looking at her with her purple eyes. "And he isnt a very good rider." She said sighing.

Then she looked at the girls knife and shuffled her feet, thinking about the knife in her boot.

by **Rothyr Windbourne** on August 2nd, 2012, 3:49 am

Rothyr coughs, trying to dislodge what dirt made it into his lungs. He picks himself up, and sits on the ground, still groggy and trying to make sense of what happened. He vaguely recalls his horsemanship being called into question.

"The hell.." He says, rubbing his head where he fell. "Windlass, could you find my bow? I dropped it when you threw me." His Cyphrus strider walks over to where his bow had landed.

"I take it you're what startled her?" Rothyr says to the purple-eye'd woman, "Or, maybe, you can tell me what did?"

by **Nastalia** on August 2nd, 2012, 3:58 am

Nastalia shrugged and looked at him. "I dont know. Maybe something else caught him off guard. That orhe just felt like flinging you off." She said laughing. She looked at the strider and patted its head.

She had one of her own, but lost her. She ran away.

by **Rothyr Windbourne** on August 2nd, 2012, 4:21 am

"She, you mean. Windlass is a she." He said, finally standing. "I can only assume she nearly ran you over, and if that's the case I apologize, I ought be more careful when I hunt game out here."

He dusts himself off, and takes his bow from Windlass. Draping it over his shoulder, still strung, he speaks again. "My name is Rothyr Windbourne, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?" He holds out his hand for a handshake.