Time Stamp 83 Fall 513
The morning light from Syna gilded the landscape with a golden glow that Taylani always associated with Fall. No other season saw the same colors, not in Taylani's opinion anyway, so it is with a slightly more eager step that she walks even though she is amid a small cluster of braided and beaded Drykas women. Her own red hair was still mostly worn down and free, though there was one thin braid that circled the crown of her head, secured by the crude hair clips she had made. It was her first braid she has worn since being made a captive, her first sign of surrender even though it is small.
Earlier she had been told she was going to learn to gather and to spot things that could be useful in the sea of grass, and though she did not want to wander too far from the camp she had agreed. It was time she learned how to live out here. So she had stopped by one of the weavers and purchased her own small basket. It wasn't much, but it was hers and that felt good.
Her ankle was mostly healed, she wouldn't be doing anything extremely taxing on it but she could walk without a limp and the pain had ceased, becoming a special tightness that comes from healing muscle. Her clothing was the same outfit that Rue had made her, now that her dress was stained, ripped and unwearable. So she blended more with the Drykas women that she moved toward the outskirts of the town with, her colorful garb of purples and greens being more like their clothing then her plainly colored dress did.
The woman who was taking her out all spoke rapid Pavi, though she is unable to grasp how they could carry their baskets and still manage the elaborate gestures that went with the language. Like most Drykas, they neglected to speak common to her, though she suspected they could. She guesses to try and speed her grasp of the difficult tongue, but the gestures were becoming more familiar to her, and she even at times were able to understand what they wanted ...sort of.
She didn't know what the rolling plains would hold that was useful. It seemed to her at first it was nothing but wave after wave of grass. However once they were far enough out, where the grasses weren't trampled by horses and people, but the tents were in view the women suddenly fanned out. One stayed with her, a kindly older woman who smiled and took Taylani by the elbow and moved left a few paces before crouching in the grass. Taylani herself eyes the plains warily, knowing too well the dangers for her and her child, but she too kneels into the grass.
The rough hand of the older woman moved the grasses aside, and there, low and undercover of the taller grasses was a vine of some sort. Taylani would never have seen it had the older woman showed her. With great patience the woman gestures and speaks, then points to the vine, then repeats what she said. Taylani is confused but she reaches for the vine, thinking perhaps the woman was telling her that it was useful. However before her fingers could touch it, the other woman's hand shot out and grabbed Taylani's wrist with a shake of her head.
Carefully the woman gingerly picks up the leaf of the vine, and Taylani sees the spikes that line the other side, protecting the plant from predators. She watches as the woman moves the vine away, to reveal bright red almost heart shaped fruit. She plucks the reds, and put them in her basket, leaving the ones that were green or white. She then smiles to Taylani and gestures to her right.
The redhead moves a little over to the right, moving the grasses out of the way like she had seen the other woman do. There was another vine, and she moves to pull the green leaf back, gently avoiding the thorns. Smiling she spots several red, perhaps they were a kind of berry, hanging on the vines. She plucked one but was too harsh, and the berry popped, oozing red juice over her fingers.
OOC infoBought small Basket 5cm
The morning light from Syna gilded the landscape with a golden glow that Taylani always associated with Fall. No other season saw the same colors, not in Taylani's opinion anyway, so it is with a slightly more eager step that she walks even though she is amid a small cluster of braided and beaded Drykas women. Her own red hair was still mostly worn down and free, though there was one thin braid that circled the crown of her head, secured by the crude hair clips she had made. It was her first braid she has worn since being made a captive, her first sign of surrender even though it is small.
Earlier she had been told she was going to learn to gather and to spot things that could be useful in the sea of grass, and though she did not want to wander too far from the camp she had agreed. It was time she learned how to live out here. So she had stopped by one of the weavers and purchased her own small basket. It wasn't much, but it was hers and that felt good.
Her ankle was mostly healed, she wouldn't be doing anything extremely taxing on it but she could walk without a limp and the pain had ceased, becoming a special tightness that comes from healing muscle. Her clothing was the same outfit that Rue had made her, now that her dress was stained, ripped and unwearable. So she blended more with the Drykas women that she moved toward the outskirts of the town with, her colorful garb of purples and greens being more like their clothing then her plainly colored dress did.
The woman who was taking her out all spoke rapid Pavi, though she is unable to grasp how they could carry their baskets and still manage the elaborate gestures that went with the language. Like most Drykas, they neglected to speak common to her, though she suspected they could. She guesses to try and speed her grasp of the difficult tongue, but the gestures were becoming more familiar to her, and she even at times were able to understand what they wanted ...sort of.
She didn't know what the rolling plains would hold that was useful. It seemed to her at first it was nothing but wave after wave of grass. However once they were far enough out, where the grasses weren't trampled by horses and people, but the tents were in view the women suddenly fanned out. One stayed with her, a kindly older woman who smiled and took Taylani by the elbow and moved left a few paces before crouching in the grass. Taylani herself eyes the plains warily, knowing too well the dangers for her and her child, but she too kneels into the grass.
The rough hand of the older woman moved the grasses aside, and there, low and undercover of the taller grasses was a vine of some sort. Taylani would never have seen it had the older woman showed her. With great patience the woman gestures and speaks, then points to the vine, then repeats what she said. Taylani is confused but she reaches for the vine, thinking perhaps the woman was telling her that it was useful. However before her fingers could touch it, the other woman's hand shot out and grabbed Taylani's wrist with a shake of her head.
Carefully the woman gingerly picks up the leaf of the vine, and Taylani sees the spikes that line the other side, protecting the plant from predators. She watches as the woman moves the vine away, to reveal bright red almost heart shaped fruit. She plucks the reds, and put them in her basket, leaving the ones that were green or white. She then smiles to Taylani and gestures to her right.
The redhead moves a little over to the right, moving the grasses out of the way like she had seen the other woman do. There was another vine, and she moves to pull the green leaf back, gently avoiding the thorns. Smiling she spots several red, perhaps they were a kind of berry, hanging on the vines. She plucked one but was too harsh, and the berry popped, oozing red juice over her fingers.
OOC infoBought small Basket 5cm
