He didn't remember? The Kelvic could have easily severed his head from his shoulders for the casual way he tossed out that information. Arrogant. He was arrogant. But it wasn't surprising. Ravok had done that to people. It had either torn them apart and battered them down or boosted them up with a false sense of themselves and made them the worst sort of terror. Nya was unsure which Abashai was. She could feel his thoughts, his feelings, but he was uncommitted and his thoughts had no real manifestation as far as she could tell. He was level headed and dispassionate. He wanted the baby but he didn't seem afraid of her. Nya didn't care. She shut out his thoughts and feelings easily. She was no voyeur on the warrior's life or his mind. She wasn't sure why she could feel his thinking, but it didn't disturb her - almost as if she'd known at one time and a part of her still remembered - so it wasn't that big of a deal now.
Nya rose then, leaving the child bundled at her feet. She glanced at Abashai through her tangled mess of hair, and then turned her back on him and walked off. She always camped by water, not on top of it, but near enough to be out of the sight and smell of those coming to utilize whatever stream or body of water she'd found. She took with her a bar of soap from her backpack, and simply left him with the child. Nya wasn't worried he'd take the child. She wasn't worried he'd harm the infant. So she walked away, leaving Abashai to deal with the boy while she dealt with herself.
She stripped off her clothing at the stream, liberally used the soap on them and washed everything - as thread bare thin as it was. Then she hung it up in a tree overlooking the stream with the intentions of letting it dry, knowing it more likely to freeze in the cold. She was freezing in the cold as well standing naked in the stream and washing her skin. Her hair was almost impossible but she gave it an attempt missing the servant girl who would comb and dress it daily. When it was clean but no less tangled, Nya shifted into her forest cat form in a slow hesitant way. She ranged up and down the stream looking for scent before coming across deer sign and following it. Scat lay about, literally telling her which way the deer were headed and how far away they were.
Nya stalked them the most of the rest of the evening, sneaking up on them when they had bedded down for the night. The Forest cat had forgotten what it was like to get down wind and belly crawl through the forest slowly edging closer and closer to the resting deer. When she was close enough for a couple of bold bounding pounces, she launched herself, coming down on one deer and snaping its neck hastily. The other deer were scattering, but she wasn't about to let them get far. Lifting her head from where she caught and snapped the deer's neck in her mouth, she let her motion carry her onward and lunged into the scattering panicked herd. Outstretched swipes missed two deer still lingering in the confusion so the forest cat had to bound upwards and out having to give chase to another one that looked fat and slower than most. She buckled down and ran, digging her paws into the forest duft. But the deer was making its escape, all but free until it misjudged and bounded into a tree that tangled it. Nya saw its mistake, the way it had shied from a shadow instead of darting through it and launched herself. She took the slightly stunned deer down, killing it neatly as well.
Panting, she laid down with the kill for a moment to catch her breath, then picked up the deer in her mouth and carried it back to where the first lay dead. Fumbling and fussing, she managed to load both carcasses over her shoulders, shrugging them into a comfortable position, and then headed back towards her meager camp and the man that waited there. She took her time, going slowly, balancing her load. Then, once she was on the fringes of the camp, she paused...
Stepping out into the light, she shrugged off one of the deer near Abashai then turned, sniffing at the sleeping baby, and then moved to the other side of the fire where she dumped the other carcass and laid down. She began feeding on it immediately, chewing on the leg bones, crunching them up in her great teeth and swallowing them whole. She didn't pick through the fur and bones, but just slowly and methodically chewed up everything, eating it the whole of the corpse, everything but the offal which she threw on the fire.
Nya rose then, leaving the child bundled at her feet. She glanced at Abashai through her tangled mess of hair, and then turned her back on him and walked off. She always camped by water, not on top of it, but near enough to be out of the sight and smell of those coming to utilize whatever stream or body of water she'd found. She took with her a bar of soap from her backpack, and simply left him with the child. Nya wasn't worried he'd take the child. She wasn't worried he'd harm the infant. So she walked away, leaving Abashai to deal with the boy while she dealt with herself.
She stripped off her clothing at the stream, liberally used the soap on them and washed everything - as thread bare thin as it was. Then she hung it up in a tree overlooking the stream with the intentions of letting it dry, knowing it more likely to freeze in the cold. She was freezing in the cold as well standing naked in the stream and washing her skin. Her hair was almost impossible but she gave it an attempt missing the servant girl who would comb and dress it daily. When it was clean but no less tangled, Nya shifted into her forest cat form in a slow hesitant way. She ranged up and down the stream looking for scent before coming across deer sign and following it. Scat lay about, literally telling her which way the deer were headed and how far away they were.
Nya stalked them the most of the rest of the evening, sneaking up on them when they had bedded down for the night. The Forest cat had forgotten what it was like to get down wind and belly crawl through the forest slowly edging closer and closer to the resting deer. When she was close enough for a couple of bold bounding pounces, she launched herself, coming down on one deer and snaping its neck hastily. The other deer were scattering, but she wasn't about to let them get far. Lifting her head from where she caught and snapped the deer's neck in her mouth, she let her motion carry her onward and lunged into the scattering panicked herd. Outstretched swipes missed two deer still lingering in the confusion so the forest cat had to bound upwards and out having to give chase to another one that looked fat and slower than most. She buckled down and ran, digging her paws into the forest duft. But the deer was making its escape, all but free until it misjudged and bounded into a tree that tangled it. Nya saw its mistake, the way it had shied from a shadow instead of darting through it and launched herself. She took the slightly stunned deer down, killing it neatly as well.
Panting, she laid down with the kill for a moment to catch her breath, then picked up the deer in her mouth and carried it back to where the first lay dead. Fumbling and fussing, she managed to load both carcasses over her shoulders, shrugging them into a comfortable position, and then headed back towards her meager camp and the man that waited there. She took her time, going slowly, balancing her load. Then, once she was on the fringes of the camp, she paused...
Stepping out into the light, she shrugged off one of the deer near Abashai then turned, sniffing at the sleeping baby, and then moved to the other side of the fire where she dumped the other carcass and laid down. She began feeding on it immediately, chewing on the leg bones, crunching them up in her great teeth and swallowing them whole. She didn't pick through the fur and bones, but just slowly and methodically chewed up everything, eating it the whole of the corpse, everything but the offal which she threw on the fire.