Meetings. (Azira)

[Elara]

65th of Winter
Day - Forest

Elara was blowing off steam by running in the woods- she had no where else to go that was vaguely comforting. She had no loved ones here- only her cat, which didn't count. Cats couldn't talk and be sympathetic. They didn't understand if she said, "Another Avora was trying to have a fling with me earlier.. He doesn't even know me.." The cat would merely meow and try to move her hand for more petting, knowing the petting helped Elara calm down. She let out a breathy sigh, absorbed in her thoughts. How was she ever going to live here? She got along with no one it seemed- partially her fault, she knew. She wasn't exactly charming- she was more run your mouth off with insults with bits of sarcasm, which made most fear her.

She smiled faintly at the faces she'd done when she'd managed to insult everyone in the room and walk off- they wouldn't forget her. She did attempt to be nicer to some people, but eventually she managed to pull them away too. Another faint smile. Elara, daughter of Syna. People would've imagined children of the gods would be patient, but of course, she was the different one. Always the different one.

She kept aimlessly walking, the thought of hunting ignored. She could do it later- always later. If she didn't find anything, then she could simply lie and chalk it up to winter and promise she would get more next time. Elara, daughter of Syna, sarcastic, impatient, and also a liar. What was she and what had she changed into since she had left from Syna? She didn't even care about not giving foods to some people that needed it? She didn't even deserve much, did she? She was supposed to be giving.. She laughed,feeling slightly dizzy. She had to stand for awhile, she knew. She had these sometimes. A tree was near- it would be okay- she just needed to rest for a few moments. Suddenly, she tripped as she walked, falling into a bush head on.

A litany of curses sprung up in her head, quickly putting her hands down to not fall on the bush, and multiple stings were immeadiately felt, making her wince. Slowly, she moved her legs up to a better position, and slowly stood up, looking at her bloody hands, along with the dirt. Cautiously, she touched one, and pulled her hand back as soon as she felt the sting again, more blood coming out.

She had to go back. She couldn't possibly manage to fire a good arrow like this, could she? Shite. Shite shite SHITE. She had to get something at least, right..? No. Hopefully they would understand, but that didn't stop her shame of doing nothing. The Inartans had helped her, and in return she got them food. She simply shook her head, aware that she was suddenly crying like a twat. Her lip curled, looking back at the way she came, and slowly went the way back to the mountain, attempting to rein in back her mind and berating herself for paying no attention.

( OOC: I hope that's good enough, lol.. Sorry if it sucks. )

[Azira]

Winter was the worst season in so many ways. The weather made the terrain so much more difficult to navigate, it was harder to find game and of course the predators had the same problem and became a little more desperate. The huntress wasn't confident that she could find something to hunt but she was certainly expecting an attack from something. It might have been paranoia but Azira wasn't taking any chances. Her short bow was ready when she needed it, an arrow nocked in it but aimed at the ground. It wasn't a hindrance to her where speed was concerned because she was already moving slowly. There was no point trying to move anywhere too quickly or she was likely to break her neck after catching her foot in a hole under the snow or something.

She had been searching for a while now and she was beginning to regret not bringing Khara along. The snow should have made tracking easier, even for the incompetent huntress but she was still having trouble. She'd come across prints and droppings but they'd appeared old to her although it had been hard to tell. Some of the prints were preserved well in the snow, frozen in place in fact, with other prints criss-crossing over them. In her logic they'd had a chance to freeze then they were probably old, not that that stopped her from following up on them. They'd all proven fruitless dead ends, which she was certain wouldn't have happened if she'd only brought the game scout along. She would have pulled a rabbit out of somewhere and Azira wouldn't have asked her how she'd done it. Right about now, she'd take anything that she could get.

A sound made her freeze in place, ears pricking for a repeat of the noise. It wasn't long before it came again. Whatever was moving wasn't even trying to be stealthy. It also sounded like it was big. The huntress listened as it grew nearer to her and Azira wondered what it might be. It could be big game in which case she'd be in a fair amount of trouble. Big game didn't come down with an arrow or two so she'd have to be smart about taking it down, like she'd had to do with that bull moose. On the other hand it could be a big predator in which case she'd be in really big trouble and would have to hope that she could climb a tree quickly and that whatever it was couldn't follow her up there.

The Avora positioned herself so that she was facing the source of the sounds and could see it when it made an appearance. It... wasn't what she'd been expecting at all when it approached from lower down the slope. It had horns but it was walking on two legs instead of four or so it seemed. It was covered in foliage, snow and... blood? It was also making a weird crying noise. Azira had no idea what it was but she raised her bow at it all the same, drawing the arrow back in a slightly jerky movement at the same time. It looked kind of humanoid if you pretended it didn't have horns, red stripes and didn't look like it had been dragged through several bushes.

Whatever it was, the teen had no idea whether or not she should shoot it. She levelled a shot at its head as best as she could, arms trembling as she held the arrow back. She'd have to let it go soon but she hadn't worked out what she should do yet. Was it dangerous? Was it edible? Was it some sentient race that she hadn't come across before or some weird mutation caused by the Djed Storm. Her eyes narrowed as she allowed her gaze to roam over it in an attempt to identify it. If it made any threatening movements then she was going to shoot it in the head. Well she was going to damn well try to shoot it in the head anyway.

Nari | Common

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[Elara]

Elara kept moping in misery, crying noisily still. She had tried to stop it, but it hadn't worked, and she was mentally shouting at herself for it. Animals were most likely on her tail, one maybe stalking her and just waiting for her to sit or lean on a tree, taking a break to recollect herself. The smell of blood would also tip them off, and she'd be damned soon enough. A piercing thought went into her brain- it wouldn't be so bad to die here. No people that she disgusted, and no dark caves.

The last two sentences was half of her brain speaking, the other half that was honourable chastising her. She couldn't die yet. Death would only send her to Dira, and start the cycle all over again, perhaps. That wasn't enough, as much as she wanted to be out of Mizahar. Her brain suddenly cleared, tears slowly subsiding, but the noises still there, but admittedly fainter. She took a long last breath, and mentally spoke to herself reassuring words, much like she did with her other breakdowns. Breakdowns came and left fast, usually, which was good.

She wiped her tears away with a small part of her hand that wasn't injured as much, and kept walking. Mentally, she was doing better, but the stinging feeling of the thorns on her hands were surfacing now. She tried to shift her thoughts, trying to busy herself with thoughts of what she had to do to get her hands better. Ignoring the situation as if it never happened, listening to the crunch of snow as she walked. Pretending she was fine- she was becoming brilliant at that, wasn't she? She might've lost everything, but she still had her mind. Her crying sounds were gone, now. There was more life to her step, and she grinned slightly, lying to herself that she was fine.

She turned back, trying to forget this place, only to see a redhead pointing an aroow towards her. Her eyes widened, hands automatically up, and she spoke quickly in Common- "Don't shoot! I'm from the mountain too!" She soon realized that the redhead might not have understood, though her smattering of Nari probably wasn't enough either. "No.. bow." She spoke louder in Nari, hoping she either understood the Common or her terrible pronouciation of the two words.

OOC: Sorry for the 2 months wait, Az! I'll edit the first post to make it more realistic later. No need to reply quickly (:

[Azira]

The tension of holding the arrow in place started her arms trembling, the point of the arrow weaving a little despite her trying to keep it on target. She was still unsure what it was and while usually she'd be all for shooting first and asking questions after, she was more curious than frightened. If it did turn out to be a bad creature, Azira would puncture its head for it. For now she wanted to know what it was exactly. Animals didn't go around on two legs, or not any that she could think of anyway. There were birds of course but this wasn't a bird; it was humanoid. It had horns though and the huntress found herself searching for another pair of legs because it should have been a moose or something. There was no way that she'd missed seeing more legs though and it had arms so she was having a hard time classifying it.

Its arms came up in a rapid motion, words coming barely a tick later but not before Azira had started to loosen her hold on the arrow. Her arm jerked up and to the side, the projectile shooting harmlessly past what seemed to have revealed itself to be a person. A sound of irritation escaped her at having lost ammunition for no reason. Why couldn't it have looked more like a person rather than have her shooting for no reason? She hoped it was retrievable and hadn't gotten lost in a tree or broken.

The Avora nearly wished she had shot the creature when it let out sounds that regrettably turned out to be abysmal Nari. "No bow! You should be more careful!" she snapped back in Common. "I didn't know what you were." She gestured to the things sticking out of the other's head, what she assumed to be sticks because they obviously couldn't be horns; people didn't have horns. The only other information she knew for certain was that this woman - so she assumed from the voice - was an outsider. Her grasp of Common and her horrific Nari attested to that much.

She looked the other up and down contemptuously before moving past her in search of her missing arrow. "I could have shot you by accident. Your blood on my hands, for what? Why are you out here? Are you a hunter?" Azira searched the branches nearest to the woman. She certainly hoped that she wasn't a hunter because she seemed incompetent in the Inarta's eyes. Not only had she heard her coming clearly but so had every other animal within a mile at least! If she hunted then there was no way that she could ever catch anything, except by a fluke.

No sign of the arrow. She moved further all fits flight path, searching the ground for a sign of it contrasted against the snow. The shaft was dark wood but there were sticks of wood poking above the snow line. Her arrow should be noticeably long but she had no idea how far it could have buried itself. The fletching might have been hidden by a coating of white as well so the search was more difficult than she is would have first anticipated.

"Help me find my arrow! It's your fault it's lost!" Despite the fact that this other woman might be her equal in terms of caste, there was a tone of command in her voice that called for no arguments. There was a confidence within her words that suggested that the huntress expected absolute obedience as if she were speaking to a lower caste member.

Nari | Common

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