Time Stamp 84 Fall 513
Taylani moves out toward the sea of grasses hesitantly, the sun shining brightly and there were no predators to be seen but she was still leery. Today she is alone amid the tall swaying grasses, rather then with others, and even though the tents were well within view she was still nervous. However, if she was going to live here now, and commit to staying here forever -no matter what she said out loud that still gave her a shiver- then she will right well learn to pull her weight. So the energies she once threw into learning to Dance she now threw into learning to do things out here. Foraging, next she will want to learn the skills of cooking out here in the open. She will not be a coward and simply sit in a pavilion making jewelry like some pampered concubine.
Steeling herself she moves toward the small strand of water, perhaps part of the creek Fallan had shown her so long ago when he first had her riding. Of course it was not the same creek, they moved constantly and though she is not very good with land navigation she does know that they wouldn't have came upon the same spot so soon. She saw some animal tracks at the water edge that almost made her hesitate, she was no tracker and she did not know what kind of animal left those tracks. However logic said that they might be older, because the mud at the top of the tracks were starting to dry and crumble.
Still she would do better if she went about her goals and got done with it. Sitting at the edge of the grass, before the mud began, she unties her shoes and slips her feet from them. She laughed almost bitterly thinking that it wasn't too long ago she would not have treated her feet so carelessly. In what she started thinking in her own mind as her "before time".
Careless or not with the shoes, Taylani still gingerly steps across the mud, the callouses on her feet thanks to dance keep her feet from being poked and prodded badly but she wasn't going to trust that there wasn't a sharp rock under the muck. However she had had an idea late last night when she had watched Adetse, Fallan's mother who eyed her so oddly, use mushrooms in the stew. As far as Taylani knew mushrooms only grew where it was moist and dark, so most of the grasses would be out of luck..but perhaps if she could find a shadowy place near the mud.
Moving down the stream, carrying the same small basket she had bought on her first foraging foray, Taylani looks for a spot that might be sheltered from Syna for most of the day time hours.
Taylani moves out toward the sea of grasses hesitantly, the sun shining brightly and there were no predators to be seen but she was still leery. Today she is alone amid the tall swaying grasses, rather then with others, and even though the tents were well within view she was still nervous. However, if she was going to live here now, and commit to staying here forever -no matter what she said out loud that still gave her a shiver- then she will right well learn to pull her weight. So the energies she once threw into learning to Dance she now threw into learning to do things out here. Foraging, next she will want to learn the skills of cooking out here in the open. She will not be a coward and simply sit in a pavilion making jewelry like some pampered concubine.
Steeling herself she moves toward the small strand of water, perhaps part of the creek Fallan had shown her so long ago when he first had her riding. Of course it was not the same creek, they moved constantly and though she is not very good with land navigation she does know that they wouldn't have came upon the same spot so soon. She saw some animal tracks at the water edge that almost made her hesitate, she was no tracker and she did not know what kind of animal left those tracks. However logic said that they might be older, because the mud at the top of the tracks were starting to dry and crumble.
Still she would do better if she went about her goals and got done with it. Sitting at the edge of the grass, before the mud began, she unties her shoes and slips her feet from them. She laughed almost bitterly thinking that it wasn't too long ago she would not have treated her feet so carelessly. In what she started thinking in her own mind as her "before time".
Careless or not with the shoes, Taylani still gingerly steps across the mud, the callouses on her feet thanks to dance keep her feet from being poked and prodded badly but she wasn't going to trust that there wasn't a sharp rock under the muck. However she had had an idea late last night when she had watched Adetse, Fallan's mother who eyed her so oddly, use mushrooms in the stew. As far as Taylani knew mushrooms only grew where it was moist and dark, so most of the grasses would be out of luck..but perhaps if she could find a shadowy place near the mud.
Moving down the stream, carrying the same small basket she had bought on her first foraging foray, Taylani looks for a spot that might be sheltered from Syna for most of the day time hours.
