8th of Spring, 515 AV
Early Morning
Winds swept across the open landscape of the great grasslands. Syna was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Aoren stood with one boot propped up on a stone, his arm resting upon his thigh, the other hand resting lightly upon the pommel of his bastard sword. It hung from his hip but it felt strange to him. The weapon was not something that he was accustomed to carrying. Across his back was slung the composite shortbow that had been gifted to him by a foe turned friend. It was also foreign to him but nevertheless, whether he knew how to use the weaponry or not it was better to carry them than to be left without them. The Sea of Grass was no place to be caught unawares. That lesson he’d learned all too recently. Still, he would have been more comfortable with the weight of his staff in his hands. The iron staff had become a familiar counterpart to the wooden quarterstaff that he was moderately skilled in.
He had risen at some time during the night to relieve the watch. It was a routine that he had seen the guardsmen of the caravan that he’d accompanied from Syliras practice. Each able bodied man and woman stood watch over the camp site in shifts. At his side stood the midnight black hound that was ever his faithful companion, Isikai yawned pawing at the ground eliciting a chuckle from Aoren. The Drykas carded his fingers through the dog’s fur. During the journey Isikai had become acquainted with the other animals that traveled with them, most particularly some of the large hunting cats that the others had brought. It had been brief interactions but it had been amusing to watch Isikai get outsmarted on one or two occasions.
“What does today hold, hm?” He of course knew what the day would hold. They would pack up their camp, they would rally up the animals, and they would continue their journey to Riverfall. That was what the day held. Beyond that though, any number of things could happen along the way. Aoren wasn’t completely inexperienced with living in the wilds. He certainly didn’t live in them with the expertise and finesses that Caelum and the others seemed to display but it was growing on him. He could see why the Drykas lived the way they did. There was something freeing about being removed from the troubles of organized society. It was a simple life. It was a life that resonated with him. He could liken it to the way he was living at the Sanctuary. His days were filled with chores and the tending of the injured both animal and person. It often made for long days but he did not mind.
Aoren scanned the horizon for signs of anything that might bring danger to their group. The whole of his watch he hadn’t seen any but it was always better to be vigilant than oblivious. While he trusted Isikai to give him fair enough warning, even the dog’s senses weren’t perfect. As if on cue, Isikai’s ears perked up. His head turned as he emitted a soft growl of warning. Aoren wrapped his fingers around his sword a bit more tightly. If he moved quick enough, perhaps his completely unfamiliarity with the weapon might not be a hindrance. His eyes came to rest not on a predator of the grasslands but on one of the people that traveled with he and Caelum. Aoren inclined his head signing welcome to the curiously silent man who was as a shadow wherever he went.
Greetings. Welcome.
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Early Morning
Winds swept across the open landscape of the great grasslands. Syna was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Aoren stood with one boot propped up on a stone, his arm resting upon his thigh, the other hand resting lightly upon the pommel of his bastard sword. It hung from his hip but it felt strange to him. The weapon was not something that he was accustomed to carrying. Across his back was slung the composite shortbow that had been gifted to him by a foe turned friend. It was also foreign to him but nevertheless, whether he knew how to use the weaponry or not it was better to carry them than to be left without them. The Sea of Grass was no place to be caught unawares. That lesson he’d learned all too recently. Still, he would have been more comfortable with the weight of his staff in his hands. The iron staff had become a familiar counterpart to the wooden quarterstaff that he was moderately skilled in.
He had risen at some time during the night to relieve the watch. It was a routine that he had seen the guardsmen of the caravan that he’d accompanied from Syliras practice. Each able bodied man and woman stood watch over the camp site in shifts. At his side stood the midnight black hound that was ever his faithful companion, Isikai yawned pawing at the ground eliciting a chuckle from Aoren. The Drykas carded his fingers through the dog’s fur. During the journey Isikai had become acquainted with the other animals that traveled with them, most particularly some of the large hunting cats that the others had brought. It had been brief interactions but it had been amusing to watch Isikai get outsmarted on one or two occasions.
“What does today hold, hm?” He of course knew what the day would hold. They would pack up their camp, they would rally up the animals, and they would continue their journey to Riverfall. That was what the day held. Beyond that though, any number of things could happen along the way. Aoren wasn’t completely inexperienced with living in the wilds. He certainly didn’t live in them with the expertise and finesses that Caelum and the others seemed to display but it was growing on him. He could see why the Drykas lived the way they did. There was something freeing about being removed from the troubles of organized society. It was a simple life. It was a life that resonated with him. He could liken it to the way he was living at the Sanctuary. His days were filled with chores and the tending of the injured both animal and person. It often made for long days but he did not mind.
Aoren scanned the horizon for signs of anything that might bring danger to their group. The whole of his watch he hadn’t seen any but it was always better to be vigilant than oblivious. While he trusted Isikai to give him fair enough warning, even the dog’s senses weren’t perfect. As if on cue, Isikai’s ears perked up. His head turned as he emitted a soft growl of warning. Aoren wrapped his fingers around his sword a bit more tightly. If he moved quick enough, perhaps his completely unfamiliarity with the weapon might not be a hindrance. His eyes came to rest not on a predator of the grasslands but on one of the people that traveled with he and Caelum. Aoren inclined his head signing welcome to the curiously silent man who was as a shadow wherever he went.
Greetings. Welcome.
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