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Swimming in Rapids (Treachery)

Postby Sayana on April 8th, 2015, 12:55 am

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Spring 9, 515 AV – East Kabrin Road and the Avitar River

It had been warming up and the bright Syna dawned with much vigor that morning. In only half a bell, Sayana packed some food for her outing as well as her daggers, a blanket to sit on, and a water skin of fresh water. She pondered over bringing her coat but when she peeked outside, she decided it was too nice of a morning to burden with a coat. It all managed to fit in her backpack, though she had to stuff the blanket in pretty tight. Despite the events of her last outing, she was ready to go farther and be bolder this time.

She was starting to grow accustomed to going to the Windmount Stables, and fortunately (or unfortunately as some might think) she was getting used to the smells that accompanied the stables. She produced ten gold mizas to a familiar stable hand and the two of them saddled up a horse for the Eypharian. First a blanket for the horse, then the saddle on top. Sayana bent down to tighten the strap that went underneath the belly of the horse to make sure it was snug. She checked that the stirrups hung properly and adjusted them to be a little higher to better accommodate her short stature. While the stable hand helped with the reins and the halter, Sayana took out her blanket and covered the saddle with it. She was not about to give up her skirt, and without the blanket her inner legs would get rubbed sore from the leather saddle. At least her skirt had a long slit so she could actually manage to put one leg on each side of the horse.

She thanked the stable hand and put a foot up on one of the stirrups as she held the horn of the saddle. One, two, three… Sayana kicked off from the ground and straightened her leg at the same time to climb up onto the horse. “I’ll be back before nightfall,” she said with a wave and with her belongings securely in the saddle bags she nudged the horse into a walk to leave the stables.

After plodding through the streets at a painfully slow gait, at last she was on the road. Even though she still wasn’t that used to riding and it was probably better to keep to a slow walk, it didn’t curb her impatience much. As soon as she was free from the crowded streets and past the main gate, the Eypharian dug her knees into the horse’s sides and managed to stir it into a trot. She had forgotten just how jostling it was and she gripped the horn of the saddle tightly with her mid hands while keeping hold of the reins in her highs. But the air was so fresh and alive with just the slightest nip that made her glad to have worn her long sleeves.

She gave a quick glance backwards to see the city gates getting farther away and then pressed on. After what felt like half a bell, but was probably only ten chimes she slowed back to a walk and rested her legs. It was hard keeping herself halfway up in the saddle to reduce all the bumps and jostling but at least this horse seemed pretty good at responding to the changes in pace. She let out a soft sigh and looked about at the looming trees on the road ahead. She didn’t have a specific destination this time but she knew she wanted to get farther than the cross-roads. And as long as she stuck to the road, she doubted that she’d get lost. She mentally prepared to go into a trot again and tightened her grip on the horn of the saddle. After a nudge of her knees, the horse still kept to its walk and it was only after a good slap on the rump did the horse get moving into a trot once more.

When she reached the cross roads, Sayana chose to go straight. There wasn’t a particular reason for the choice but it felt rather symbolic to continue riding towards Syna as she rose higher into the sky. It would also be easy to remember when going back to simply choose the straight path. She carried on without much incident. At times the Bronze Woods seemed to press tightly against the road but there was always a clear way through, although it was occasionally muddy. Sayana stopped a couple times to stretch her legs and simply walk alongside the horse. It was fascinating seeing the multitude of trees and all the plants growing within the brush. Often she caught sight of squirrels and one time she even saw something larger darting away into the forest. Sayana was back riding the horse in an extended trot when she managed to hear the sound of rushing of water. It had been at least a few bells since leaving the city and she slowed into a walk before spotting a bridge ahead.

OOCI’ll have her fall in during the second post. I just wanted a more fleshed out intro without making it a single huge post.
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Swimming in Rapids (Treachery)

Postby Treachery on May 28th, 2015, 9:23 pm

OOCHere you go! Sorry for the delay.

Somewhere on the East Karbin Road


It had all been a trick. He should have known from the start. 'Be awake nice and early tomorrow, Treacle. We will be going out hunting.' Treacle. Urgh, the only time his patron called him Treacle was when she was up to something; be it extra training or just another way to get under his fur. What she had been up to this time was neglecting to tell him what they had been ordered to hunt until they were beyond the walls. Glaring at the knight riding in front of him, Treachery couldn't help a letting a growl slither out his throat. He had crawled out of bed before the crack of dawn giddy and excited for this venture, expecting rabbits and feasts of meat to be his reward. He was, instead, hauled towards the stables, strapped into his poorly fitting hand-me-down armour and loaded onto Eulalia's back. The latter feeling as at ease with the situation as he did.

“No need to look so sour, Furball. It is still a hunt after all.”


Yeah, sure. Easy for her to say, they might as well have been hunting wild beasts from her point of view. No, instead they were hunting Zith. All because some idiot pack had wandered into colony territory and tried to raid a caravan on its way from the mini-colony last winter. The higher ups wanted to located them before sending in a team. Somewhere along the knowledge that Zithanese was audible only to it's native speakers, had assigned Sera Kovan and her squire to the task. Personally Treachery wasn't sure how he should feel about the entire thing. He had killed his kind before, sure, but the last Zith pack he had encountered had been his old colony well over a year ago. The entire thing was threatening to cause an upheaval memories he would rather not deal with.

Banishing his concerns away, Treachery straightened how he sat, lazily flapping his wings to ease away the cramps forming over his shoulders. His horse didn't appreciate the sudden new contact against it's back and bucked. Panicing the zith clutched onto the saddle for dear life, as his patron tugged at the beast's reins calming her nerves. Funnily enough, despite technically owning Eulalia for a few season now, Treachery had never thought of riding her before. It was something that zith didn't normally do and while he understood fully that for humans, especially those cursed Drykas, it was the customary way of travelling. It still felt weak to have to rely on another creatures legs to walk for you especially when they didn't always agree with where you wanted to go.

“Oi, easy now. Shh. Treacle, I told you not to flap your wings about. It scares the horses.”


The standard “Yes,Sera” was grumbled at the knight as the zith was once again handed his reins. They had been riding for bells now, first down towards the mini-colony then, as the sun had risen, back north along where they had came. A while back they had taken a right turning at a crossroads, sending them east alongside the bronze woods. The entire time Treachery hadn't heard even a whisper of his own kind. The squire was beginning to think the intruders had simply came north for a one off raid. It would make sense especially since it was during winter when food was scarce.

A yawn crept out his mouth as their steeds continued to walk slowly onwards. Rubbing at the fur over his eyes, he could hear Kovan sigh obviously as enthusiastic as him. Birds twittered at each other as the tell-tell soft pad of a rabbit bouncing through the trees a few feet away. Great, now on top of everything he was hungry. After this was over he was definitely going huntin- The zith rose his head and listened again. He could barely make it out but it was there. It wasn't zithanese nor was it the sound of your typical forest critter. The sudden change in her squire's demeanour caught his patron's attention.

“What is it?”

“Something ahead. Not normal.”

“Let's go check it out. Ha!”


And with that his patron spurred both their horses into a brisk trot, making Treachery solemnly wish he hadn't noticed anything.
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Postby Sayana on June 1st, 2015, 9:06 pm

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Sayana approached the bridge curiously. Although she had seen many rivers when she traveled across Cyphrus, it was still fascinating for her to see the gushing water and especially with such a sturdy bridge that crossed it. She nudged her horse forwards to cross to the other side, but then reconsidered and turned it around. The mare snorted in annoyance at doubling back over the bridge but the Eypharian’s attention had turned to the river. There seemed to be enough low lying vegetation and almost a trail to follow along beside it, and so she did. However, soon it started to get more rocky and uneven so she dismounted. Swinging one leg over the horse, she carefully slid down.

Sayana guided her mount to the edge of the river and bent down to splash the water with her hand. It was cold, but it would be refreshing. With a smile she took out her waterskin and filled it as Lillian drank from the cold river. “There there. You be a good horse,” she spoke to her mare as she gave it a pat on the neck and tied its reins to a tree branch. Sayana was curious what sorts of things she might find by the river and didn’t want to worry about the horse taking a bad step and breaking a leg.

She walked carefully through the vegetation heading upstream and often having to lift her skirt with her low hands to keep it from getting caught on the plants. The wildlife was so rich here compared to Ahnatep and even now it was blooming with wildflowers and tall grasses, not to mention the looming trees on either side of the river. Here and there were animal tracks and a movement in the water made her spot several ducks swimming in the swiftly flowing water. It was rocky by the water’s edge and she hopped nimbly onto one of the larger rocks. There was a bit of a gap in the tall grasses near the riverbank and as she bent down to peer into it, she was delighted to see a small nest with eggs.

The Eypharian continued upstream along the river bank and sometimes stepping on large rocks to get around dense patches of vegetation. She then noticed a set of rocks that seemed to form a crossing. They were conveniently spaced with some gaps wider than others but all quite manageable and there were only one or two in which the water just barely flowed over them. With this challenge in mind she made her way towards it and started stepping or hopping from one to the next. A step, a hop, another hop. But the rock she had landed on was loose and tipped to one side due to her weight. She let out a panicked cry as she realized she had lost her balance and in the next tick there was a huge splash as she plunged into the water.

The first feeling was the shockingly cold water as it engulfed her. She struggled in the water trying to get to the surface and managed to gulp in a deep breath. Her second realization was the heavy weight at her hip, which were actually her daggers that could easily slip out and be lost in the rushing river. She kicked hard in the water, her feet deadened by the boots she wore and tried to remain at the surface as she reached for her daggers. She threw them all hard towards the bank and managed to hear at least one thud before she found herself plunged into the water.

Bubbles swarmed around her as she tried to push against the water with all her arms. Her heart was pounding. She had to breathe, she had to get to the surface. With a gasp she gulped in air and saw the bridge looming ahead. “Help! Help!” She called out but there was a sinking feeling inside her knowing that it was fruitless. No one would be around. She had been the only one on the road. She had to get to the side of the river so she could pull herself out. Between splutters of water when she gulped down half air and half water, she tried to use her arms to swim towards the riverbank as her legs fought against the fast flowing current.
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Postby Treachery on June 20th, 2015, 4:33 pm

Those more experienced with horse riding might tell you that in order to achieve the maximum stability and comfort to the rider, as well as the horse, both much seek to match the rhythms of their bodies. They would also tell you a man that failed to do this on a trot was not likely going to have any more children of his own. Treachery did not know this but, no less that twenty three ticks after his patron had coxed their horses' to speed up, he had bloody well figured it out! Clutching to the reins and the saddle for dear life, the zith cursed in every single way his native tongue allowed, too scared to even imagine their common counterparts. All the while a distinct part of the squire's brain remained focused on the source of the noise he had heard earlier.

Sensing it's origin suddenly veer away to his left, the Zith yelled at Kovan and tried to slow his horse down by tugging the reins. This worked with marginal success meaning Eulalia did slow down, as she veered right, spun around and backed half way over a bridge that had suddenly appeared. Still clinging to the reins, one foot in the stir-up and hanging off sideways down the horse with only the back of his heel, a wing and an unfortunate strap caught on the saddle horn, Treachery sighed in relief. Trying to drop as gracefully as one could in the circumstances he straightened up to stand only to find himself still attached to the saddle. Claws tugged at the strap till it loosed it grip from the horn, whilst his Patron dismounted and looked about.

“Can't see anything. You sure you heard som-”


The Isur stopped. A mix of arms, screaming and bubbles drifted down the current towards the bridge. Watching it float towards them then away from them again, the pair shared a brief look.

“Go.”

“Wh-”

“Go.”


“Y-”

“Can't reach that far. Now go!”


Treachery went. Rounding the bridge and setting off along the bank, the zith realised there was more than one set of arms. Also an annoyingly familiar face too. Didn't matter now. He was a squire on patrol and he had a duty to do for the colony. Storing his concerns somewhere else, Treachery focused on getting ahead of the struggling figure. The foliage battled against him, merrily whipping into his brow a few times despite being attacked back by him claws. It tugged at his hair and wings as he went desperately trying to find a good place to reach from.

Up ahead the river curved slightly before it began to head into the Syliran fields. Now at least a few strides ahead of the bubbles, Treachery stuck out his uninjured wing as far is it could go over the river. Down on his knees, a hand supported him as he reached the other one out towards the struggling limbs. Just a little further. Claws stretched out as his left wing helped balance him on the bank. Come on. Just a little closer!
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Postby Sayana on July 3rd, 2015, 8:50 pm

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The current was moving so fast. She could hardly make any headway towards the side of the bank and in the meantime she was getting swept further and further along. She fought hard against the water with all six arms pushing at it and yet she could barely keep her head above water for more than a few ticks at a time. She wanted to cough and cough and cough, but the best she could do was snag little gulps of air at a time. The gushing water swept around her, pulling at her, and forcing her underwater.

It was as though the two goddesses, Dira and Makutsi wanted to claim her. And fearing the former, Sayana prayed to the river goddess. Don’t let Dira take me. I’m a child of the river. A daughter of Eypha. Let me honor you and praise you. Let me spread your glory. Just please let me live!

With another boost of strength she kicked hard in the water and managed to get her head to the surface. And there it was. There was a hand reaching out to her. In her confusion she thought that Makutsi herself had managed to make an appearance. The hand was almost above her head and instinctually she reached up with her two high hands to grasp it. The Eypharian pulled with all her might as she tried to climb out of the rushing river and even managed to find a couple of hand holds on the rock the figure was crouched on.

The figure. It was black and cast a dark shadow over her. And her hands gripped… claws. Had she not been struggling so hard to find breath, she would have let out a scream. As it was, she only tightened her hands in panic, yet the water was relentless and she found herself being pulled strongly downstream by the current. Her face was an expression of fear as she gripped the claw, her only lifeline, with white knuckles. Only Makutsi knew what awaited her farther downstream and the zith was the better of the two fates.
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Postby Treachery on August 21st, 2015, 10:23 pm

Reaching out over the water, Treachery gasped when the pool of bubbles surfaced at speed. Suddenly being gripped by a sodden six armed woman, his wing retracted back behind him as he tired not to get pulled in himself. Gasping for air, her eyes suddenly went from the frenzy of survival to terror at seeing him. It was the same one from the party a few days back, Saya or something like that. Currently she looked like a rabbit staring down a wolf which didn't help his blood lust at all. Feeling his knees slide along the slick bank, he leant back as more of the woman's torso rose, ignoring the urge to rip out her throat. Kovan owed him a hunting trip after this, a proper hunting trip at that.

Beginning to realise that the woman he was holding onto was a lot heavier than him, the full impact of the fact hit the Zith when she caught the current again. The movement dragged him closer to the edge of the bank, which then disappeared out from under his knees and suddenly he was in the current too. Flipping over under the surface, panic ripped at him. His wings were forced this way, playing with the tear from long ago and that as his armour dragged him further away from the sky. He was going to die, right here and right now. Flailing uselessly as the roar of the river deafened him, Treachery prayed to what ever gods could hear him to save him from this fate.

He hit the bottom. Rolling over onto his front as fast as he could, the zith launched himself from the bottom upwards. None to surprisingly the muscles that normally would throw him skyward before the first flap of a flight, worked just as well in propelling him to the surface. The water had whipped his hair in front of his eyes so he have no idea where he was going except up. Breaking surface, he gasped through the locks, clawing about madly for the bank before sinking back down again. Kicking about for the bottom or maybe even the side, Treachery pondered briefly if anyone would care if he died before giving a strained flap against the current. It was just like flying in a storm except it was nothing like flying in a storm. Out of air and options, the Zith threw caution to the wind and flapped as hard as he could. A gulp of air was his reward before he was swallowed again by the river.


OOCI'm leaving it up to you whether he let go of Sayana's hand or not when he went into the river.
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Postby Sayana on August 25th, 2015, 7:18 pm

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Her lifeline. Even though it was a zith, perhaps the zith from the winter, he was still helping her. And so she hung on. She was getting pulled from the swift current and much of her torso was out of the water when she noticed he was straining, slipping. Then all of a sudden he was in the water with her. He submerged quickly but she didn’t dare let go of his hand. For a couple ticks, the rushing water forced itself over her head and she was underwater as he pulled her downwards. She thought she was about to lose him and managed to grip his claw with her low hand instead. Then he shot up gasping for breath.

All the while Sayana was struggling against the water herself. Her feet kicked hard and her arms flailed wildly trying to swim. Most of the time she was just trying to keep her head above water and trying not to lose the zith. But when he started moving his wings and flailing his claws she lost her hold on him. “No, no!” But her voice was lost to gurgles as a rushing wave rolled over her.

The undercurrent seemed to pull her legs downwards and when she tried opening her eyes it was all white, filled with bubbles. All six arms fought hard against the current trying to force the water downwards to propel her to the surface. One more stroke. Her lungs burned from not getting a good gulp of air before going under. Her mid and low arms pushed down hard and her high hands were ready for another stroke when her head finally broke the surface.

However, instead of merely touching empty air, her high hands wacked into something hard. For a moment she was confused but then she instinctively gripped the hard and rather unmoving object. A large tree had fallen into the river and had managed to get anchored between some river rocks and the bank. Sayana gripped the trunk with her high arms as the water rushed over it in mini waterfalls. It had long been stripped of its smaller branches and twigs by the current, but it offered her something to cling to and keep her head above the water.

“Zith! Zith!” She called out, not knowing its name, or really caring at this point. She was trying to scan the water for signs of him and was ready to reach out to grab a wing, a claw or even a foot. She tried to climb onto the partially submerged log and got her legs around it while holding onto it with her low arms. He had managed to grab her hand that last time and she’d be damned if she couldn’t at least do the same in return.
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Postby Treachery on August 31st, 2015, 10:12 pm

GraderSayana's writer gave me permission to semi-mod Sayana pulling Treachery out of the river. Just so you know :)

Still fighting the water, Treachery all at once became aware of the emptiness of his hand. The woman! He had let her go. Had she fallen in with him? Please say not. She had been struggling with the current before and now he was certainly not in any place to help her. Tumbling over himself again as the river roared about him, the Treachery leant backward to try and stable himself. This didn't help at all, sending him into a back flip under the current. His lungs burned for air as his body spun and bounced off of the bed of the river. Clawing at the mud, he managed to brace his legs against the bottom of the river and pushed up.

The surface greeted him briefly, only to carried away as another undercurrent sent him spinning. Fighting again, the Zith's mouth cleared the water. Stealing what air he could, the squire sank again. Slipping further away, the light from the surface grew dimmer as bubbles and debris whizzed around him. He wasn't even sure which way the current was pulling him any more. Trying to flap his way upwards, Treachery's muscles burned, screaming at the task. Damn, all this time grounded had weakened him. Pathetic. He was not pathetic! Flapping harder and harder the squire battled the river until the scars along his wing threatened to rip open. Feeling this the Zith quickly pull them closed. No, he wasn't going through that again.

Out of air and options, the overwhelmed squire shot up his unscathed wing as far as he could. Maybe he could grab a hold of the bank or a rock or something, It was essentially a giant extra hand. Whatever something was it grabbed a hold of the tip of his wing the moment it cleared the water. Wincing at the tight grip, Treachery rapidly compressed the wing, shooting out the water. Sucking in air, a hand clumsily threw his hair out the way showing a log nearby. Digging his talons in, his other wing's stretched over the log. It's fingers wrapped under it giving him an anchor to hoist himself up free of the watery death below.

Finally managing to swing his leg up over and sit on the log, Treachery let his wing's wrists curl in and rest on his thighs. Still coughing out stray water from his lungs, the bedraggled Zith felt like falling asleep right there. His body was bruised and fatigued whilst an icy early spring wind stabbed through his wet fur chilling him to the bone. The armour wasn't helping either rubbing in nastily with it internal padding sodden and weighing him down too. Looking up the sight of the woman greeted him. She was safe. Good. That was good.

“Thank.”


It came out in a quiet hoarse voice without him even thinking about it. She had saved him. After the screaming and the trying to harm him, after having her giant blue mate try to threaten him, in the end she had saved him. Maybe she didn't hate him as much as he had first thought. Heh, now that would be nice. Staring down at the wood beneath him, Treachery considered this then shuddered as his wing muscles stiffened in the cold. They should move. Drawing his curled wings further behind him, the zith carefully started to shuffle slowly towards the bank.
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Postby Sayana on September 1st, 2015, 12:23 am

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The moment she caught sight of something black emerge from the water, Sayana grabbed onto it tightly. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake that got them both into the water and while she used her high hands to grab the wing, she used her lows to hold onto the log. It was a good thing too. The force of the zith trying to pull itself up almost knocked her off even while clutching the log for dear life. Then in a rather bat-like maneuver it climbed onto the log using its long claws.

Her heart was still pounding as he swung a leg over and sat for a few moments. By now she had released his wing. He seemed safe. She seemed safe. Where she sat, she was mostly out of the water but her legs could still feel the icy cold and her teeth started to chatter. She was still breathing heavily and took a moment to give a loud cough as she tried to clear any remaining water from her chest.

Thank.

She looked up to meet the creature’s gaze. Its eyes. His blood red eyes. Her own expression was mixed. There was definite relief on her face but also confusion. The beast had tried to save her, and yet did not appear to have nefarious reasons in doing so. And then she had helped him in return.

Sayana saw him starting to move along the log and decided to follow suit. It would have been rather unfortunate if the log suddenly broke from beneath them and they got into the same mess all over again. Next time they might not be so lucky. “Thank you Makutsi,” she muttered softly. “Thank you from keeping me from Dira’s clutches and letting me live to enjoy your blessed waters. For they are strong and should not be underestimated.”

Perhaps she was merely stalling since it looked tricky to go across the log, but she had called out to the River goddess and she had answered in her own sort of way. Taking a deep quivering breath, Sayana began to crawl along the log to get to the other side. The river water rushed beneath her, but she did not try any risky tricks and made it safely to the bank. Once at the bank she flopped onto the grass far away from the river. In moments she was shivering all over and she tried to wring her skirt and top of water. She curled up to a seated position with her legs near her chest and her arms wrapped about her legs.

“I think we should dry off and find something warm,” Sayana spoke up yet her teeth were chattering. “What’s… what’s your name? I wanted to thank you for… helping me back there.”

The Eypharian looked about trying to get her bearings but she didn’t know the land around the Avitar river very well. “I have a blanket with my horse. Upstream.” She gestured vaguely in the direction they had come from. “You should probably take that off. You’ll freeze.” She pointed to the armour. Metal was generally either hot or cold. And if he was cold from the river then it wasn’t going to do him any good.

She got up suddenly to approach him. “If you need some help…” She wasn’t sure how the metal was strapped onto him but it was something else that drew her near. The brush with death left her feeling vulnerable and as much as she’d like to just shrug it off by sitting on the grass alone, she couldn’t.
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Swimming in Rapids (Treachery)

Postby Treachery on October 8th, 2015, 3:01 pm

Shuffling along the log, Treachery heard the woman in front of him mutter to thin air. Looking about with a shiver to see if there was anyone near by, his brow furrowed when he realised they were the only two souls about. Who was she talking to? Maybe she had been broken by the river. Prey sometimes did that. A fair number of the slaves from his old colony had become useless whimpering wet eyed burdens after being played with too hard. Hopefully his patron wouldn't get him into trouble for that, though knowing the Isur she would find a way. Sighing at the thought, the zith relaxed more when Saya began moving along the log too. At least she wasn't the stationary type of broken.

Reaching the bank, the squire collapsed on the grass. Laying on top of his knees, his wings now stiff from the cold curled in around him. Letting his forehead rest against the earth, his eyelids closed soothing the glare from the daylight. So tired. The bruises the river had left on him were making themselves known as was the sharper ache from his wing's scars. Resting for a moment, his breathing slowed slightly and his mind filled it self with the sounds of the wood. Water racing by, the wind hunting the light through the leaves, a few birds chirping above him and his own steady heart beat. If not for the cold, he would have already passed out there and then. The woman then spoke towards him.

She was right. They should probably move, despite how comfortable he felt here, his patron was still waiting for them upstream with at least two horses with her. They were both also frozen to the bone and he knew that, while he'd be fine once his fur dried out, Sayana would need to be wrapped in a blanket or two before she could heat up. Raising his head to look at her, he eyes immediately squinted in the day light. Growling softly at this, he clumsily pushed himself to sitting position keeping all three pairs of his limbs close to his chest. Oh right she had asked his name, hadn't she.

“Name is Treachery. You are name Saya? Yes? You hurt? We need get you warm quick.”

She obviously thought they should get him fairly warm too as she pointed towards his armour. Quite odd when she had been fairly hostile towards in the past. As if snapped out of a daze y her suggestion, the zith fumbled with the straps of his vambraces. His claws struggled with them but eventually with the aid of his teeth they fell to the ground. Working up, he then attacked at his pauldrons and gardbrace, those too dropped off after a chime of work. Next came the breast plate, the first two straps were defeated easily however the final strap under his wings was a little more difficult. Growling as the buckle kept slipping closed again, he gave up on it for the moment, instead removing the armour pieces over his feet, shins and knees before finally slipping off his boots. Craning his arms around again to fight with the difficult strap, the squire finally admitted defeated after another chime. Pushing a knotted clump of hair behind his ear, the zith looked up at Saya with a reluctant expression.

“It stuck. Can you help?”
OOCHere you go. We can easily wrap this up in a few posts. I'll try to give you faster reply times.
Due to exams probably won't be posting again until after the 20th of May
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