35th Spring, 510 AV Location: The Aylasa Caves Training: Throwing Knives, Acrobatics, Wilderness Survival It rained the first day Rythern packed his things and took Aeyo with him out to the Cobalt Mountains. He had looked for Fade earlier, to let her know he'd be gone from the city a few days, but he hadn't been able to find her. Not that it mattered that much whether she knew where he was, but he'd felt like telling her anyway. He liked talking to Fade. The young man made no real plans to actually leave Syliras, but he'd been considering just living a few days in the wilderness ever since the day he'd spent with Sam in the Bronze Wood. It was surprisingly relaxing, being out in the open again. It reminded Rythern of his days traveling with the circus — a memory which, admittedly, should've been anything but relaxing, but having grown up in a world where the unfamiliar was familiar and the ordinary was the strange, Rythern had weird reactions to things. The young entertainer reached the Aylasa Caves just before the downpour began, for which he supposed he was fortunate. He dumped his backpack on the ground at one of the cave openings, led Aeyo with him inward to shelter, and sat there cross-legged (it was Rythern's favorite position sitting down) as he watched the rain. The solitude echoed around him. He didn't much like being alone, but he liked being at ease, and right now it seemed as if being alone was the only way to get that feeling. He'd been experiencing too much anxiety lately and he didn't know why. On edge. It wasn't normal for him. Dealing with it was annoying, however, so he'd made the decision to come out here. The question became, Now what. He could practice. He could always practice. Actually, Rythern never stopped practicing. It was something he'd drilled into his own psyche back when he was, what? Thirteen? Fourteen? Things he'd taught himself, routines he'd forced himself to perform. It wasn't because he'd been anything close to a serious kid. It was more like some kind of drive, something that even he didn't really understand. The circus changed things. Sure, Rythern was aware that he was ridiculously laid-back about too many things, and yet. And yet. Aeyo nudged him, shaking Rythern from his disjointed train of thought. The Vantha blinked up at the windrunner mare. Her body language was the irritated behavior she showed whenever she felt ignored. "Sorry," he said with a grin. To the rambling voice in his head he added, Get a grip on yourself. Aeyo nudged him again, and Rythern rose to his feet, drawing two knives from the pouch at his belt as he went. He could practice. He could always practice. Rythern let that sentence run circles in his head. He stared at the knives for a long time. |