The Birds and the bees... (Taylani)

[Yanca]

15th of Winter, 513 The early morning chill crept up Yanca's body. She was not wearing anything, her body was cold and naked even with an uncomfortable blanket along across her body. The cold weather wouldn't leave her alone and she had no choice but to wake up. The crust in her eyes made it impossible for her to open them but Hands manage and ended up staring at her long bow. Like any other morning it was game time and Yanca couldn't resist a hunt. It was her bread and butter, her morning supper! Leaping up she grabbed her cloak and wrapped her body up. Quietly she stepped through the pavilion, not making a sound. She grabbed a bucket which say by her mothers tent. Staring at the tent, Yanca remembered that she went to bed early and her mother was to blame for it. Her pavilion purposely settle down ten kilometers away from a river. It was a little icy and colder than a dead body. Yanca gently dipped the bucket into the water and let the water flow in. She sat the bucket beside the river and cupped her hands. Closing her eyes and breathing in a slow yet rhythmic pattern fire slowly started to appear in her hand. It started out small, it was barely the size of her thumb. As it got bigger, Yanca's cupped hands separated and split the fire. The young girl pressed her hands against the metal bucket and after a few minutes it began to steam a little which was her signal to stop. She scooped the now warm water up and poured it on her face, scratching the crust and dried skin off. Her face was than scrubbed clean and the bucket was poured out and returned. Quickly she out on her green cloth top and skirt. She felt as if her mother was standing outside her tent right now shaking her head. Her gray and brown hair swaying gracefully from side to side. She'd be holding a silk dress that was a dark color and some boots. Dela Freerunner would also be nagging her daughter about her attire. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Yanca was relieved to see no one there. She snatched her bow and arrows up and made a big commotion as she left her tent. As she approached Golem she noticed someone striking her beautiful strider and feeding him. As she got closer she saw that it was Ian. Ian was almost fifty and already showed signs of old age. His once sand-colored hair use to be wild and all over the place, but now it was turning grey and falling out. He use to keep his beard clean and cut but now it is grown out and still holds pieces of soup from yesterday. Ian's back finally gave out this year too. It aches and he can barely bend over. "Your mother just knew you'd be up so early. Said I should help you out, so I decided to feed Golem." Ian looked at his adopted daughter and as he stared into her horrifically serious eyes, Ian chuckled. "You know damn well... she sent me out here to convince you to visit Talia. You know Talia just birthed a baby boy and your mother wants you to see how big of a miracle a baby can be." Ian chuckled again. "Your mothers not the same... You're not either." Ian patted Golem and wished Yanca a happy hunting trip before he returned to his tent. Hands headed into the deep green forest. She stayed hidden under a cloak as she looked around for some game. There wasn't a lot out and not even the birds chirped. Yanca wait quietly, she took an arrow out and hopped off Golem. In a crouching position she swiftly moved through bushes and trees. Still nothing. After a half an hour of looking, she stopped.