32nd of fall, 515 a.v
mid morning
A veiling mist had fallen over the Sea of Grass, and it had lasted for days. It was thickest in the morning, when the usually endless expanses of Cyphrus were instead shrouded in a thin layer of silver until all one could know for certain was the vaguest edges of their own camp. Aside from memory, the most reliable tool for finding one’s bearings was sound; the whuff of zibri at the outskirts, the snort of horses made irritable at suddenly not being able to find the best morning grass. It was a thick and uncooperative fog, one that left many of the city behind on the tasks they were meant to complete.
For Shahar, the mist had been a mixed offering; while he certainly didn’t like not being able to see where he was heading, it had also had the effect of both veiling his traps and suppressing their scent to unwary creatures; both snares had been filled in the night, one with a lean groundhog and the other with a tangled navira pidgeon, each corpse bearing trinkets that others would want. The fur and feathers were stripped and tucked away for selling, but the meat was immediately processed and spread throughout the camp. There was no time to offer meat to others when they needed it themselves.
As such, Shahar made his way to the Hunter’s Allegiance with only the skin and feathers to offer for trade; it certainly wouldn’t summon up a large price, but it was better than nothing. And the Allegiance was more than just a place to pawn off kill trophies; it was a congregation of hunters that time and again proved invaluable at connecting skills and people. It was this connection that Shahar needed more than coin, and it was what he would be looking for today.
He entered the outskirts of the Allegiance just as Syna burned the last of the mist away, Snow on one side and Tuka on the other. Snow was hungry, and although he could not hear Tuka he could only assume that she felt similar; brief, small meals in the mornings were not enough to sustain the two of them for the entire day. They needed food, and Naiya and Khida needed food, and Seirei and the twins needed food; the mere act of feeding his family had become a puzzle to be figured out day after day.
He hoped today would be the day he felt some of that burden lifting.
Shahar had asked Zethar to spread the word to those that might be looking for an opportunity to sharpen their skills; the clanless Drykas knew his way around the plains well enough, and he had some experience teaching others. All he needed was an extra pair of hands, even for a day, and he could use those hands to hunt bigger prey that he could otherwise not hope to pursue; two people were always better than one, and, assuming that such a person was capable of listening to instruction, Shahar would gladly teach some of his skill in exchange.
mid morning
A veiling mist had fallen over the Sea of Grass, and it had lasted for days. It was thickest in the morning, when the usually endless expanses of Cyphrus were instead shrouded in a thin layer of silver until all one could know for certain was the vaguest edges of their own camp. Aside from memory, the most reliable tool for finding one’s bearings was sound; the whuff of zibri at the outskirts, the snort of horses made irritable at suddenly not being able to find the best morning grass. It was a thick and uncooperative fog, one that left many of the city behind on the tasks they were meant to complete.
For Shahar, the mist had been a mixed offering; while he certainly didn’t like not being able to see where he was heading, it had also had the effect of both veiling his traps and suppressing their scent to unwary creatures; both snares had been filled in the night, one with a lean groundhog and the other with a tangled navira pidgeon, each corpse bearing trinkets that others would want. The fur and feathers were stripped and tucked away for selling, but the meat was immediately processed and spread throughout the camp. There was no time to offer meat to others when they needed it themselves.
As such, Shahar made his way to the Hunter’s Allegiance with only the skin and feathers to offer for trade; it certainly wouldn’t summon up a large price, but it was better than nothing. And the Allegiance was more than just a place to pawn off kill trophies; it was a congregation of hunters that time and again proved invaluable at connecting skills and people. It was this connection that Shahar needed more than coin, and it was what he would be looking for today.
He entered the outskirts of the Allegiance just as Syna burned the last of the mist away, Snow on one side and Tuka on the other. Snow was hungry, and although he could not hear Tuka he could only assume that she felt similar; brief, small meals in the mornings were not enough to sustain the two of them for the entire day. They needed food, and Naiya and Khida needed food, and Seirei and the twins needed food; the mere act of feeding his family had become a puzzle to be figured out day after day.
He hoped today would be the day he felt some of that burden lifting.
Shahar had asked Zethar to spread the word to those that might be looking for an opportunity to sharpen their skills; the clanless Drykas knew his way around the plains well enough, and he had some experience teaching others. All he needed was an extra pair of hands, even for a day, and he could use those hands to hunt bigger prey that he could otherwise not hope to pursue; two people were always better than one, and, assuming that such a person was capable of listening to instruction, Shahar would gladly teach some of his skill in exchange.
