Timestamp: 36th Day of Fall, 510 AV
Ronan awoke early, unable to sleep. Pallid sunlight bleached the sky and the plains beyond. It was both darkling, but hinting at promise too. He left his tent, stretching, and stood out in that light for half a bell, simply lost in thought.
Today was going to be a significant day. Solicah's father had made a kind offer, to guide him to the place where they had laid his parents to rest. Ronan felt a little stronger than years past - a little - and he was keen to make the sacred journey in their memory.
Finally, light rising higher, he went back into his tent and pulled on a shirt and trousers, preparing his saddle bags for the day that lie ahead. It was not too far from Endrykas, but it would take a day to ride there and back. By the time they returned, the light would be dying again, dappled darkness cast over the many tents of the cloth city.
He found Tairell and readied the yvas. She looked at him carefully, seemingly knowing what today was, and what was to come. Striders had that nack - picking out the feelings and emotions of their riders. The bond between Drykas and horse was uncanny, but he understood how it had come about. They were integral to each others survival out here in the grasses, and so it was no surprise they came together like the moon and stars.
He began to guide her toward the Stalk Meet, heading for where Solicah's father had told them to meet. It was going to be a long, challenging day he thought as he walked, but at the same time, a satisfying one. A circle would be completed, unbroken for future memory.
So it was that he came upon Solicah and his father, and they readied for their journey out into the grass.
Ronan awoke early, unable to sleep. Pallid sunlight bleached the sky and the plains beyond. It was both darkling, but hinting at promise too. He left his tent, stretching, and stood out in that light for half a bell, simply lost in thought.
Today was going to be a significant day. Solicah's father had made a kind offer, to guide him to the place where they had laid his parents to rest. Ronan felt a little stronger than years past - a little - and he was keen to make the sacred journey in their memory.
Finally, light rising higher, he went back into his tent and pulled on a shirt and trousers, preparing his saddle bags for the day that lie ahead. It was not too far from Endrykas, but it would take a day to ride there and back. By the time they returned, the light would be dying again, dappled darkness cast over the many tents of the cloth city.
He found Tairell and readied the yvas. She looked at him carefully, seemingly knowing what today was, and what was to come. Striders had that nack - picking out the feelings and emotions of their riders. The bond between Drykas and horse was uncanny, but he understood how it had come about. They were integral to each others survival out here in the grasses, and so it was no surprise they came together like the moon and stars.
He began to guide her toward the Stalk Meet, heading for where Solicah's father had told them to meet. It was going to be a long, challenging day he thought as he walked, but at the same time, a satisfying one. A circle would be completed, unbroken for future memory.
So it was that he came upon Solicah and his father, and they readied for their journey out into the grass.
