Date: Spring, Day 72, 502 AV OOCThey'd be around fifteen at this time.
Caoin stood outside the entrance to her family’s pavilion, her fifteen-year-old pubescent body raging with hormones, as evident by the way she was shifting back and forth with less patience than usual. Her quiver was strapped to her back along with her shortbow, and the feathered ends of a bunch of arrows could be seen sticking out of the top of the quiver. Caoin’s backpack hung off of one shoulder, some supplies for the day nestled away inside it. With a slight huff, she shifted her weight again, the bag swinging away from her body before falling back against her. She was waiting outside the tent for her Cousin, Skram, as the two had planned the night before to get in some archery practice that day. For once, she was the one who had gotten up and gotten ready on time, considering how long it usually took those of the female persuasion to prepare in comparison to those of the male variety.
Putting one hand to her forehead, Caoin shielded her eyes from the bright, early morning rays of the sun as she looked up at the sky. The sky appeared clear, fluffy white clouds stretching as far as the eyes could see across the vast expanse of the dawn sea. It was like looking up at piles of sheep’s wool, and the sight seemed to calm her a bit as her body stopped swaying and she let out a satisfied sigh. It was a warm spring day with just enough of a breeze to keep a person cool under the heat of the sun, and so long as the weather didn’t turn sour, it was sure to be an excellent day for some outdoor activity. In fact, when they were finished with their practice, she might suggest that the two find a nearby watering hole or creek to cool off in. A little swimming was always good exercise.
No longer as concerned with waiting for Skram as she had been, Caoin turned her attention to the thrumming pulse of Endrykas as it came to life. All across the moving city, animals and people were rising to greet a new day. She could hear the sounds of dogs barking and horses whinnying for their morning meals, and these sounds mingled with the din of Endrykas residents bustling about their chores, some singing songs while they worked and others chatting with their family and friends about whatever came to mind. She imagined the hawkers that would soon start calling out to foreigners and locals alike, peddling their goods to anyone who would listen and had the coin.
Stretching her arms skyward, Caoin sucked in a deep breath of fresh air before leaning easily against one of the wooden beams that supported the Silverstrider’s living pavilioin. The air smelled like livestock and leather; it smelled like the sweat of hard working men and the blood of fresh kills and justly earned wounds. All of it mingled with the scent of the spring flowers and grasses of the Cyphrus sea. It smelled like the world should smell, like living and dying. And it all welled up in Caoin’s chest, filling her with a sense of excitement. Life for the Drykas was something to be enjoyed and cherished, especially since life could end rather abruptly in the Sea of Grass. She was still young and there was much for her to learn and to look forward to, and like the rest of her people, she hoped that she would have plenty of time to do it all in…
If only Skram would hurry up…
MizNo Word Count600
Caoin stood outside the entrance to her family’s pavilion, her fifteen-year-old pubescent body raging with hormones, as evident by the way she was shifting back and forth with less patience than usual. Her quiver was strapped to her back along with her shortbow, and the feathered ends of a bunch of arrows could be seen sticking out of the top of the quiver. Caoin’s backpack hung off of one shoulder, some supplies for the day nestled away inside it. With a slight huff, she shifted her weight again, the bag swinging away from her body before falling back against her. She was waiting outside the tent for her Cousin, Skram, as the two had planned the night before to get in some archery practice that day. For once, she was the one who had gotten up and gotten ready on time, considering how long it usually took those of the female persuasion to prepare in comparison to those of the male variety.
Putting one hand to her forehead, Caoin shielded her eyes from the bright, early morning rays of the sun as she looked up at the sky. The sky appeared clear, fluffy white clouds stretching as far as the eyes could see across the vast expanse of the dawn sea. It was like looking up at piles of sheep’s wool, and the sight seemed to calm her a bit as her body stopped swaying and she let out a satisfied sigh. It was a warm spring day with just enough of a breeze to keep a person cool under the heat of the sun, and so long as the weather didn’t turn sour, it was sure to be an excellent day for some outdoor activity. In fact, when they were finished with their practice, she might suggest that the two find a nearby watering hole or creek to cool off in. A little swimming was always good exercise.
No longer as concerned with waiting for Skram as she had been, Caoin turned her attention to the thrumming pulse of Endrykas as it came to life. All across the moving city, animals and people were rising to greet a new day. She could hear the sounds of dogs barking and horses whinnying for their morning meals, and these sounds mingled with the din of Endrykas residents bustling about their chores, some singing songs while they worked and others chatting with their family and friends about whatever came to mind. She imagined the hawkers that would soon start calling out to foreigners and locals alike, peddling their goods to anyone who would listen and had the coin.
Stretching her arms skyward, Caoin sucked in a deep breath of fresh air before leaning easily against one of the wooden beams that supported the Silverstrider’s living pavilioin. The air smelled like livestock and leather; it smelled like the sweat of hard working men and the blood of fresh kills and justly earned wounds. All of it mingled with the scent of the spring flowers and grasses of the Cyphrus sea. It smelled like the world should smell, like living and dying. And it all welled up in Caoin’s chest, filling her with a sense of excitement. Life for the Drykas was something to be enjoyed and cherished, especially since life could end rather abruptly in the Sea of Grass. She was still young and there was much for her to learn and to look forward to, and like the rest of her people, she hoped that she would have plenty of time to do it all in…
If only Skram would hurry up…
MizNo Word Count600