Oh, Mother Where Art Thou?
54th of Winter, 514 A.V.
Tsuya was curled fast asleep with her infant wanolo baboon nestled amidst her hair when the half breed rolled off of her mat and onto the sharp rocks beside it, letting out a small grown of discomfort as her eyes widened and she took a look around the room lit in the palest of ways with a few stray glowstones she had collected here in her time within Zinrah.
At first her mind drifted thoughtlessly from its restful state into that of consciousness, golden orbs sliding over the cave lazily. The slightest niggling feeling poking at the back of her mind, something she had to remember...
Zoszem. The name slid smoothly into her mind, and instantly everything locked back into place. The Constrictor had showed an interest in her faith and abilities via her Phylonura marks. Though the Witch had found ways to improve the balance of Zinrah's subterranean ecosystem, if only slightly, the wider open jungle seemed a better place to converse and discuss such matters, and they had agreed to meet early at the entrance of the city.
Tinnok rose, and dressed herself. These days she enjoyed playing into the half breed witch persona she had cultivated within Zinrah. Upon her upper body she wore only cotton strips that bound her breasts firmly to her chest, and her quiver and pack. Held with several belts a loose pair of dark cotton trousers that stopped around mid calf. From the belts hung her few daggers and a water skin, and shortly thereafter a longbow came to adorn her back along with the quiver. With her unevenly chopped hair, extensive Phylonura mark, and Myrian hued skin, she did look like quite the savage among the usually well groomed Dhani.
She paused a moment, glancing at Tsuya and wondering if she should wake her, then shrugged and headed for the entryway to their little cavern, stepping carefully over a couple slumbering salamanders on her way out. She would be fine on her own for a day, as she imagined that was all this would take.
Tinnok waited just outside Zinrah's secret entrance, leaning upon one of many crumbling ruins, ears open for any sounds that might suggest approaching Myrians as she waited for her Dhani companion to show himself, the light around her slowly growing as somewhere beyond view, Syna slowly ascended.
c54th of Winter, 514 A.V.
Tsuya was curled fast asleep with her infant wanolo baboon nestled amidst her hair when the half breed rolled off of her mat and onto the sharp rocks beside it, letting out a small grown of discomfort as her eyes widened and she took a look around the room lit in the palest of ways with a few stray glowstones she had collected here in her time within Zinrah.
At first her mind drifted thoughtlessly from its restful state into that of consciousness, golden orbs sliding over the cave lazily. The slightest niggling feeling poking at the back of her mind, something she had to remember...
Zoszem. The name slid smoothly into her mind, and instantly everything locked back into place. The Constrictor had showed an interest in her faith and abilities via her Phylonura marks. Though the Witch had found ways to improve the balance of Zinrah's subterranean ecosystem, if only slightly, the wider open jungle seemed a better place to converse and discuss such matters, and they had agreed to meet early at the entrance of the city.
Tinnok rose, and dressed herself. These days she enjoyed playing into the half breed witch persona she had cultivated within Zinrah. Upon her upper body she wore only cotton strips that bound her breasts firmly to her chest, and her quiver and pack. Held with several belts a loose pair of dark cotton trousers that stopped around mid calf. From the belts hung her few daggers and a water skin, and shortly thereafter a longbow came to adorn her back along with the quiver. With her unevenly chopped hair, extensive Phylonura mark, and Myrian hued skin, she did look like quite the savage among the usually well groomed Dhani.
She paused a moment, glancing at Tsuya and wondering if she should wake her, then shrugged and headed for the entryway to their little cavern, stepping carefully over a couple slumbering salamanders on her way out. She would be fine on her own for a day, as she imagined that was all this would take.
Tinnok waited just outside Zinrah's secret entrance, leaning upon one of many crumbling ruins, ears open for any sounds that might suggest approaching Myrians as she waited for her Dhani companion to show himself, the light around her slowly growing as somewhere beyond view, Syna slowly ascended.
