A little hunt(Naemi)

by **Jarhal Treeshadow** on March 25th, 2012, 4:16 pm

Day 4, Spring of 512 A.V.

A dim morning, moisture clinging to the grass. The sun had barely perked a sliver over the horizon. It was a changing of the guard in the natural world, those nocturnal creatures laying down somewhere safe to sleep and those daytime animals just stirring. Scents were magnified, captured by the dew, and the world seemed most alive at morning. To Jarhal, at least. Best to hunt in this time, as early into dawn as possible, where the human eye can hopefully take advantage of the prey at it's most vulnerable point. It was rare to find an Emerald hunter who was not a 'morning person' because of this. The early bird really did catch the worm.

Jarhal was dressed in his lightest camouflage, all greens and browns as usual. Even his hood was flopped back to reveal his shaggy hair, the feathered ends of his arrows sticking up from the quiver on his back. Sitting obediently by his side is the scarred hound, Chural. His horse, Topher, is not really much for hunting. It required entirely too much patience for him. Luckily Jarhal rather preferred to walk and hide.

He stood at the crest of a hill now, and waited for the fellow emerald huntress Naemi. Perhaps he was just a little bit anxious, as any young man might be, about hunting with a pretty girl. The desire to be manly and skillful to impress her, maybe. But, then again, this was a job to Jarhal. A sacred one, at that, and he assumed that she shared that respect. On the hunt in the Sea of Grass was no time for flirting, only stalking and killing.

by **Naemi** on March 25th, 2012, 7:07 pm

Booted feet paced across the damp grass, thoughts considering the day ahead. It had been awhile since Naemi had seen her friend Jarhal. In fact, it had been a long time since Naemi had seen anyone beside her father. Recovering from a bout of illness, her father had needed Naemi’s constant care. Luckily, the care had paid off, and her father was doing better, and even though she loved him, Naemi wanted to see someone else. Having met a while back, Naemi and Jarhal were comfortable around each other. Many girls had their eyes on him, and Naemi did like him, but her appearance couldn’t compare with those of the pretty Drykas girls with their windmarks and beautiful dresses.

Naemi, in her outfits of green and brown, never stood out, as they weren’t supposed to. The clothes were made to blend in, maybe not with other people, but with the wilderness while hunting. As a part of the emerald clan, her main focus was an involved process that resulted in the death of animals. However depressing that sounds, Naemi did not mind, as it helped her family and gave her an excuse to release herself into the embrace of nature.

Approaching a tall form wearing similar colors, a smile appeared on her face, as she attempted to scare the tall man who was waiting for her. The ‘stalking’ probably wouldn’t work, but it was an excuse to have a bit of fun while meeting up with a good friend for the first time in ages. She paced through the tall grass slowly, and the stalking would have worked, if Naemi had not laughed, only being five feet from his standing form.

by **Jarhal Treeshadow** on March 26th, 2012, 2:28 pm

Chural turned his head and raised an ear at her approach, but then seemed to dismiss it as he apparently recognized the scent. The dog even gave a little grunt, as though annoyed by these silly human games. Never one for anything but the hunt, it was always a bit sad to see him so serious. Just once it'd be nice to have a regular dog, a puppy that got into mischief. But Jarhal would never dream of trying to replace Chural. The hound was the last trace of his brothers.

Jarhal looked down at his hound and then had no time to see what the dog sensed before a feminine laugh told him. Just hearing her laugh made him happy, whatever he'd been thinking about pushed aside. He turned around and smiled genuinely to Naemi, his eyes drifting over her form as though to make sure she was how he remembered her. Greens and browns adorned her, perfectly. She had always seemed very sensible, something Jarhal appreciated greatly. But realizing he was staring, he gave a little modest bow and looked into her beautiful eyes instead.

"Hello Naemi of the Jaydefire. It's been too long, I thought you might've forgotten me by now. I'm glad to see you haven't changed too much." He greeted her warmly, wearing a little smile. "How have you been? How has your father been?"