84 Summer, 512 Despite having trudged and clambered and climbed and crawled for many hours this day, there was still a spring in Hess’ step as he made his way back through the Sanikas Gates and re-entered the city. The long hours and sometimes rough terrain he had to negotiate were nothing new to him. For years now he had been spending more of each day outside Wind Reach than inside its protective cradle of rock. Many times he had gone out for weeks at a stretch, alone or sometimes in the company of another hunter, or two or three. The largest game animals could be brought down by one man. But getting a moose or elk back to the city required either multiple trips or multiple backs to carry the various roughly butchered parts on. For the most part, though, he preferred to work alone. As most of what he bagged was more to be considered small game, this worked best, for his methods. The day had been quite hot, and even as the last rays of Syna were edging down in the west, the fitful breeze was still sultry. It looked to be a very warm evening as well. Hess took the half dozen rabbits he had shoved into a leather bag straight to the communal kitchen, and traded them for his dinner. He needed to wash up, but he was famished too. So, as he often did when nights were balmy, he took his meal up and up and up until he came to the top of a level of the volcanic buildings. Here he could easily perch and in just the right spot, there was a fissure in the surrounding rocks that gave one a good view of the ocean, far, far away. He sat down cross legged and began to eat, just as the first stars of evening began to twinkle overhead. To the east, the sky was a deep indigo. To the west, one final streak of crimson graced the horizon, just above the water, and the sky above it was a bruised violet. Hess ate quickly, because he was so hungry, and he was just licking the last bits of grease from his messy fingers, when he heard a light step over to the side, where one could step from the stairs onto the roof top. He wasn’t fussed. This wasn’t his own private, secret sanctuary. It was a place he had not infrequently encountered other – it seemed to be popular with lovers who liked to come up and watch a romantic sunset. Turning his sweat and dirt streaked face to see who the new comer was, he saw it was not a couple. It was a young woman, by herself. Good, he thought, for he wasn’t quite ready to get up. He was feeling a bit lazy after a long day and having a full belly. And he didn’t much care to sit and watch the progression of an amorous encounter. Occasionally people acted as if they were, in fact, completely alone up here, no matter who was looking on. |