To the woods! [Cheyna, Arandolya]

[Arandolya]

Arandolya The only limit is the Stars . . . Timestamp: Summer 30, 512 AV The noise was huge, the screams piercing. It all cloaked the red-haired in an overwhelming display of the passion the Inartans had to their Wind Eagles. They all screamed in delight, breaking the streak of mourning they all went through upon first discovering the crushed eggs. Honey eyes swept the crowds, searching for anyone familiar, though they rested on none but ecstatic faces, some crying, some cheering, mostly both. Arandolya suppressed a frown, wearing the proud smile society called for. "Hail be," she said politely to every Inarta who told her the good news, although everyone knew. She exchanged many hugs, with complete strangers, with the amusing lax attitude towards personal space the Inarta possessed. She was becoming irritated though, everything becoming too much. Her much more passive personality conflicted with this large, brash party. Of course she was thrilled of the news of a new egg, but Arandolya began to feel she was drowning within the glee of everyone else. Slowly backing out of the crowds, the honey-eyed Avora made a quick escape. She slipped past the drunk ones, and dancing ones, and flirty ones. The girl just wanted the peace and quiet of the Skyinarta, though as she entered, the noise never dimmed, much to her dismay. The inside of the mountain was equally as loud, and she placed pale hands over her ears, frowning. Arandolya retreated, but felt blocked, and trapped. With a deep breath, she looked around herself. In minutes, she was up to her room, gathering her hunting equipment, and back out. Arandolya breathed out thankfully as she melted past the crowds, out to Gate and down into the surrounding forest. Her feet fell quietly, cushioned by soft shoes. She chose to leave her Kantinu at home, judging it warm enough to venture out simply dressed in her Bryda and Vinati. Stringing her bow as she went, she ran a hand down the comforting line of smooth wood. The Avora found quiet peace in it, and let her mind settle into the gentle rhythm of a nice hunt. As she diverted from the path to venture into the woods, her hands kept an arrow nocked, and golden eyes scanned the undergrowth. Arandolya walked as quietly as she could, feet shifting to not crack on fallen twigs and instead land on moss or pine needles. Hearing a rustle, Arandolya whirled, and her arrow pointed into the brush. A flash of familiar red though halted her bow, and Arandolya lowered it cautiously. "Hello?" she called softly, unaware she was sharing the woods with someone. The girl pushed past the full foliage of the trees, seeking the red she saw. Red hair. Inarta.

[Chyna]

"You should be happy, you know. A Wind Eagle egg has just been hatched and you're sitting here moping."

Chyna whipped her head around, casting a dark gaze upon the brittled-haired dek. Her eyes clearly read, "Warning. Get away from me right now," but the redhead girl in the corner didn't listen. She never listened.

"It is true though," she said, her eyebrows popping up like Chyna's did whenever she was trying to make a point. She opened her mouth and closed it again. It was a couple minutes until the dek spoke again. "Maybe you should get out. When is the last time you went out on a hunt?"

"Two days ago." Chyna said, crossing her arms while she talked, an obvious look of distaste plastered on her face. "When I went with those thoughtless Yasi children." She turned away to face the window. "Waste of my damn time."

Chyna's apartment seemed especially dank and dark today. Even though the sun outside was shining, blistering even, Chyna was wish-washing around in her own dismay. She'd been in a bad mood ever since she had gotten back from that hunting trip. Things didn't go exactly her way.

The dek got up from her spot and opened the chest at the end of Chyna's bed. She pulled out the big, wooden, shortbow, along with the matching quiver and chucked it to Chyna. The Inartan's reflexes were fast, and she caught the bow and pack. You had to be fast in this world.

"Please, get out. You're making me depressed just looking at you."

Chyna eyed the girl with her golden eyes again. "Just because you're my sister doesn't mean you can boss me around" she said, shrugging the quiver onto her shoulders. "Scrub the floors while I'm gone, would you? And oh, don't forget to empty out my chamber pot." She added, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. She was out of her door before she could even look back her sister.

Sometimes being the bigger person wasn't always necessary.

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The path to get there was loud and obnoxious with what the new Wind Eagle and all, but she finally made it to her sanctuary. The forest. Her forest.

Her footsteps where as silent as an owl flying through the air as she traveled through the thick, green brush. She kept her bow down, for now, keeping her eyes and ears open for any sort of movement. It was a hot summer day -- perfect weather for the small rodents to play and dig for food. There had to be something wandering around the area.

Suddenly, a streak of red crossed her peripheral vision. She quickly turned her head to face the threat, pulling out one of her regular arrows instead of the game arrows. This animal looked big.

She was still, waiting for the game to come out from the brush. Then, an unexpected thing happened. She heard the animal talk.

"Hello?" it called out, clearly the sound only a human could make. Chyna cocked her head to the side in udder confusion.

"Hello?" she said back to it. "Who are you?"

She lowered her bow a bit, but not so much that if the anim -- person -- decided to pounce she wouldn't be ready. She was prepared for anything.

[Arandolya]

Arandolya The only limit is the Stars . . . Arandolya hesitated, aware an arrow was probably directed at her head. She wondered if she should barge through the foliage, or stay where she was. The Avora tilted her head, listening to the Inarta pause, before replying, "Hello?" Another pause. "Who are you?" Here, Arandolya slowly emerged from the bushes, keeping her arrow pointed to the ground. "Arandolya, Avora hunter," the golden-eyed girl said cautiously, eyeing the bow that held a nocked arrow still pointed at her. "Friendly," she added with a grin. Arandolya looked over the girl curiously, assuming she was Avora as herself, a hunter, though - with a quick look to a the skies - there was no Eagle. Simple hunter then. "Came to escape the noise also?" she asked gently, head tilting, red hair spilling off her shoulder. "The city is happy this new egg is hatched, praise be, yet, I needed a bit of time to myself." Arandolya realized she was babbling, and shut her mouth. Although she did want time to herself, two hunters were always better than one. Assuming she wouldn't detriment the hunt. Arandolya chided herself silently, as she was no perfect hunter herself. "Would you like to join me?" she asked kindly, smiling at the prospect of making a new friend.

[Whimsy]

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Experience Award

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Arandolya

Exp
+1 Stealth
+1 Observation

Lores
The First Egg Post-Djed Storm
Inartan Glee

Comments
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