Along the River's Edge (Archailist)

Taeira goes out in search of herbs.

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Along the River's Edge (Archailist)

Postby Taeira on May 19th, 2015, 5:21 am

Timestamp: 15th day of Spring, 515 AV

Taeria murmured sleepily as the sensation of prickly claws kneading her stomach intruded on her awareness. When it didn't go away after a few ticks, and a loud, insistent miaow commanded her attention, Taeira gave up the thought of going back to sleep. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Darkyn sitting on her abdomen. Her black feline companion had a small grey mouse dangling from his mouth. When he noticed that he had her attention, he dropped the dead creature at his feet, and nudged it a bit. Taeira had to fight the urge to laugh. The brave hunter looked so proud of his accomplishment. Taeira knew that if she dared laugh at his "gift," Darkyn would never forgive her for it.

"Thank you." Taeira said drily.

The proud cat purred, and walked up onto Taeira's chest so she could thank him properly. Taeira obliged by scratching behind Darkyn's ears and stroking the soft fur along his back. Darkyn's spine arched in response, and his deep, rumbling purr grew louder. When he had had enough, he nipped Taeira's hand lightly, and jumped down. Shadow watched all of this from her place at the foot of Taeira's bed.

"I suppose it's time to get up, anyway."

Taeira got out of bed, taking care not to lose track of Darkyn's "gift." Finding a dead mouse in her bed when she went to go to sleep was not a thought that she relished. After a quick glance around the small cottage to make certain that Darkyn wasn't watching her, Taeira opened the door, and tossed the dead mouse out into some nearby bushes. The early morning sun bathed the world in a pale light.

Taeira retreated back inside. She wanted to take stock of her supplies because it looked as though it would be a good day for gathering herbs, and Taeira wanted to make the most of it. If she was lucky, she might even find some seedlings that she could plant in her own garden. She suspected that it was too early in the season for that, though. A quick check of what she had told her that she was completely out of willow bark, and she was running low on cattails. Both could be found along the banks of the Avitar River that flowed through the fields.

Taeira took a few chimes to gather the supplies she would need, including a sack to put her gathered herbs in, and the tools she would need to dig up roots, cut stalks and leaves, gather bark, and anything else she might find. As she did so, Shadow weaved her way in and out of her legs, making it a challenge to walk without tripping. Finally, she had to scoop her cat up into her arms. She scratched Shadow behind her ears, and ruffled her fur for a few ticks. Shadow purred loudly, a deep, rumbling sound that brought a smile to Taeira's lips. Taeira set her down on her bed gently, and watched her flop down onto her back. Taeira's smile brightened into a broad grin.

"You want a belly rub, do you? I think we can accommodate that." she said, biting back a laugh at the young cat's antics.

Taeira bent down, and rubbed Shadow's belly vigorously for a few chimes. Then it was time to go. The sun was warm, and pleasant as Taeira walked outside, and made her way out into the fields. She walked slowly through the fields. It was a beautiful day, and Taeira wanted to enjoy it. Others were out in the fields, working. Some of them waved as she passed by, and Taeira waved back a greeting in return.

When Taeira reached the river, she began walking along the edge of its bank, sharp eyes peeled and on the lookout for clusters of cattails, or willows.
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Along the River's Edge (Archailist)

Postby Archailist on May 24th, 2015, 7:01 pm

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For once, everything had gone perfectly wrong. Just like any other morning, Archailist woke in the early bells of the morning, cleared his bed, prepared his weapons and strapped them all around his little leather harness in all the right places, made the ankle-breaking climb all the way up to the First Tier to wait for Ser Iros at the entrance to the Training Grounds.. only to be informed that training was cancelled for the day. The entire day and potentially many subsequent ones. Apparently Ser Dyres was staging an entire reshuffle of the knight hierarchy.. something that couldn't be done in five chimes when involving well over nine thousand knights. In-between all the meetings and gatherings there simply wasn't time for training.. despite the fact that for the first time in over two seasons under the Isurian steel fist of Ser Iros, Arch had actually remembered to do everything he'd been asked of so many times before.

"You're not serious." He should be happy; he wasn't. Not one shred of recognition for all the hard work he'd already done that day. Getting out of bed was a task that not even the most stalwart of squires could achieve... the ones he knew any way. Most of them were content to lounge about with their feet in the air until their patrons came and dragged them out by the very same appendages.

"I am. You're dismissed; why don't you spend the day trying something productive for a change?" With nothing else to go on, he ditched all his weapons back in the squire dorms on the way out to the Bronze Woods - the perfect place to waste the day doing nothing productive. For a brief moment he thought about bringing along Xarex too but the excitable little dog would make a nuisance of himself, without a shadow of a doubt.. and the one day when there likely wouldn't be so many knights patrolling for signs of danger was the last day he wanted that. Oh well; there'd be plenty other opportunities to give the little puppy a much-deserved run up and down the Kabrin Road.

Besides, he'd heard of some interesting rumors in the few days past that some child-ghost was causing mischief of it's own on passers-by along the road. He might not be well-versed in whatever magical things ghosts did but that didn't mean he wasn't interested.. in learning or whatever reward came with disposing of the little thing. Heck, maybe he could get some advice from Calidus. The man seemed to know his stuff on ghostly goings-on and as long as he could remember where the Lavender Ruins were in his last little adventure there, as long as he walked down the Kabrin Road, around to the Avitar River and followed that up to the Cobalt Mountains, he'd pass along its side. Well then. Maybe his day wouldn't be so unproductive after all, if he got a good stroke of luck.

It'd be a long walk but he could do with the exercise. Or he could speed it up a little by running under a passing caravan and sneak aboard that with a quick jump into the back. They won't mind a few extra pounds aboard any way. Of course as soon as the first opportunity appeared, he chose the latter and spent most of the early morning watching Syna's light rise over the crowded peaks off in the distance. A beautiful sight that only got better with each time he saw it. Of course, he was often waking up five bells into the new day so he got to see quite a lot of it from high up on the roof of Stormhold Castle; that was, when Ser Iros wasn't busy hitting him with spears and shields and whatever other dull yet extremely heavy weapon he could get his lumbering hands on.

All too soon, the view disappeared behind the thick canopy as he hopped back down from the unsuspecting cart just near the now-battered bridge over the Avitar. From there, it was a straight walk up near to the bank and he'd be fine. No doubt that it'd be a long walk though.. unfortunately without a mount and with stumpy little legs, his hobbling little walk had the stride the length of the body of an ant. Well this should be fun. For a moment, the clay squirrel thought about climbing up into the trees and using them instead.. but that'd just take even longer, fiddling around with climbing and getting down again and all that nonsense jumping from branch to branch, finding the right one and.. petch, he wasn't up for it. Not today.

Still, stumbling along thick roots that came up to his waist, even taller ones that extended all the way over his head and the occasional jumble of stones that must have shifted during the flooding to create a nigh-impenetrable wall for someone that stood at a measly five inches had him out of breath and lost in spirit after barely half a bell.. perhaps three-quarters. Even though he had no clue who it was or what they were doing, the moment he caught sight of someone else moving down the Avitar River, his nexus jumped for joy. "EXCUSE ME!" He didn't normally shout.. or even talk to random strangers.. but damn it all, he wasn't going to make any progress if he tried walking through almost the entire length of the Bronze Woods by himself. "You, ahh.. you wouldn't happen to be heading to the Lavender Ruins, would'ya?" he asked between rather loud pants.
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