Arandolya The only limit is the Stars . . . Timestamp: Day 6 of Winter, 511 AV A small figure, black against the snow, trudged through it with silent determination. Wrapped in her warm Kantinu, and her feet protected by knee-high boots, she was ready for the cold. Flame-colored hair hung free, unhindered by a cap, something she didn't own. Her hands were bare, holding a shortbow, a quiver on her hip. A small pack rested between her shoulder blades, full of some food, her flint-and-steel and some extra arrows. The Avora was hunting. It may seen a tad loony in this kind of weather, but everyone needed to eat, and she had to do her part if she was expect any kind of pay at the end of the season. One might say Arandolya was nuts. She said she was simply doing her job. When Arandolya let her mind wander, and her golden gaze traverse the wintery world that surrounded her, she smiled. As much as the season hindered the Inarta, Arandolya couldn't help but love the glittering radiance of the snow. It was so majestic, a silent goddess gently caressing the mortals below in this white embrace. She hummed quietly, to herself, and looked ahead of her at the crags where she hoped prey lay. Perhaps something small. Arandolya was only out here for a small bit of prey, hopefully catch a few slumbering animals. Anything too large and she wouldn't be able to bring it back. Feet crunching in the snowfall that surprised all the Inarta, she remembered how the snow cut everything off a lot faster than Arandolya or any other Inarta predicted. To Arandolya, it was a bad sign, and one that meant this season was to be a difficult one. If their mild Winter last year was any indication. Arandolya paused when she saw a small pair of prints in the snow, crouching down to glance at them. She was no tracker, and frowned slightly, wondering which way this creature was going. Looking closer, she noticed the toes were pointing behind her, and pursed her lips. Well what could go wrong? With a huff, Arandolya started setting her feet down more gently in the snow, keeping the tracks running to the left of her, eyeing them warily. She felt like they're disappear. Arandolya preferred hunting in groups, because she disliked finding herself having to track down animals by herself, but if she was going to try best to it in Winter when the tracks were clear in the snow. The tracks must've been quite old, because Arandolya found herself walking along them for a while, and was getting frustrated. "Little one, if you want to hunt, you cannot lose your focus just because your prey doesn't lay down for you." Arandolya frowned when her mother's words haunted her mind, and muttered a curse under her breath before narrowing her eyes. She will find the end of these tracks!! The wind picked up a bit, throwing little bits of snow into the air to mimic the snowfall that had happened the days previous, although not nearly as lovely as a snow storm. Arandolya raised her hand slightly, watching a few melt on her creamy palm, musing how it was rumored each one was different, as skillfully made as Inartan glass. She glanced at the tracks, worrying they were starting become a bit more covered over with the wind, but decided they must be ending soon, and carried on without a thought. A rabbit was innocently chewing on some sort of nutrition it had found when Arandolya almost walked into plain view. She caught herself, stilling her foot that was about to land hard enough to alert the mammal. Slowly, Arandolya nocked an arrow, drawing the string back, her finger resting underneath the smooth wooden shaft for precision. Closing one eye, Arandolya breathed out at the same time her arrow flew, striking the rabbit in the rump if not the heart she aimed for. Running with lithe steps, she was quick to dispatch the rabbit before it could get too far, with a simple eating knife, but it did the job. Muttering a word of thanks, Arandolya huffed and sat down at the roots of the tree. "All that for one little rabbit!" Arandolya was miffed she stayed on task for that long, congradulating herself with a bit of a relaxation session and some water. Arandolya broke out some food too, so it wasn't until a couple hours later when she rose did she realize the mistake she'd made. The wind had steadily whispered through her hair, enough to cover hers and the rabbits tracks to just more than small depressions in the snow. "Ah great." She was at least an hour's walk away from home, but leaving this place would risk travelling father. The Avora sighed, and wondered if she should risk just leaving. Well nothing good was going to come out of just sitting. Knowing enough as she approached behind the tree, Arandolya set out, keeping herself cheery with a tune, and a small smile. She'd find her way back, there had to be someone else out here, right? |