92nd Day of Winter
East Street
Sunrise
Mak'Viri walked quickly through the streets, her new Golden Palomino horse named Kaiya at her side. Mak'Viri kept her head down to avoid the stares she got from time to time. She wore a teal scarf around her neck, despite the warmer weather to conceal her gills from view. She was still nervous about being seen, despite having been in Zeltiva for an entire season. It was always best not to tempt fate. A dark brown coif was worn over her hair, and a cloak over her shoulders that matched it in color.
The worn cobblestone underfoot was drenched from the dreary weather of this particular afternoon, and people move quickly from one place to another, huddled down, wrapped tightly in their cloaks. Mak'Viri mimicked them in this, despite her coif, wanting to keep her head dry. She ducked beneath the flaps of several overhanging tents that dripped steadily as she continued down the street. Recently, she had been telling anyone willing to listen that she would be venturing into the Sylira Wilderness, and that she would need others to travel with her that could survive in the wilds.
She wound her way to an abandoned stall, taking refuge from the rain that pelted down upon the port town. She tied Kaiya's reigns to a wooden post that held the stall's roof up, and settled on a small wooden bench concealed behind the stall. She would be watching the streets for those who would be coming to join her, since she had specified she would be here this day to speak to those willing to join her. She shifted a little, the brown leather pants, corset, and boots were seen, as well as the sleeved of the teal blouse she wore. She propped her chin on one hand, staring out over the thin, milling crowd blankly.
The journey that she had originally planned to embark on at the very beginning of winter would be a hard one, she knew this. Getting along with new people had never been hard for her, but she knew that others getting along with each other may be hard. Surviving would be a whole different issue. They would need to learn how to start fires, to hunt for food, to entertain themselves as they moved from place to place, to defend themselves if they weren't already aware of how... The list went on and on. Mak'Viri took a deep breath, a little daunted at the thought.
She stood again restlessly, checking over the saddlebags on Kaiya's back, making sure everything was secure. She threw the horse blanket over her to keep her from getting too cold in the damp air. Kaiya tossed her head, shaking her moon-coloured mane in happiness. A smile crinkled Mak'Viri's face as she ran a pale, webbed hand over Kaiya's nose and murmured soothing words to her. She had bonded with this horse almost instantly, and had been unable to resist buying her as soon as she could. Kaiya was a gentle mare with a smooth gait, which Mak'Viri appreciated, having never ridden a horse before.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement coming toward her. She turned, a small smile on her lips. And as the newcomer approached, she dipped her head in greeting. ”Hello. Are you here for the journey into Sylira's Wilderness?” She asked, keeping her manner approachable.
East Street
Sunrise
Mak'Viri walked quickly through the streets, her new Golden Palomino horse named Kaiya at her side. Mak'Viri kept her head down to avoid the stares she got from time to time. She wore a teal scarf around her neck, despite the warmer weather to conceal her gills from view. She was still nervous about being seen, despite having been in Zeltiva for an entire season. It was always best not to tempt fate. A dark brown coif was worn over her hair, and a cloak over her shoulders that matched it in color.
The worn cobblestone underfoot was drenched from the dreary weather of this particular afternoon, and people move quickly from one place to another, huddled down, wrapped tightly in their cloaks. Mak'Viri mimicked them in this, despite her coif, wanting to keep her head dry. She ducked beneath the flaps of several overhanging tents that dripped steadily as she continued down the street. Recently, she had been telling anyone willing to listen that she would be venturing into the Sylira Wilderness, and that she would need others to travel with her that could survive in the wilds.
She wound her way to an abandoned stall, taking refuge from the rain that pelted down upon the port town. She tied Kaiya's reigns to a wooden post that held the stall's roof up, and settled on a small wooden bench concealed behind the stall. She would be watching the streets for those who would be coming to join her, since she had specified she would be here this day to speak to those willing to join her. She shifted a little, the brown leather pants, corset, and boots were seen, as well as the sleeved of the teal blouse she wore. She propped her chin on one hand, staring out over the thin, milling crowd blankly.
The journey that she had originally planned to embark on at the very beginning of winter would be a hard one, she knew this. Getting along with new people had never been hard for her, but she knew that others getting along with each other may be hard. Surviving would be a whole different issue. They would need to learn how to start fires, to hunt for food, to entertain themselves as they moved from place to place, to defend themselves if they weren't already aware of how... The list went on and on. Mak'Viri took a deep breath, a little daunted at the thought.
She stood again restlessly, checking over the saddlebags on Kaiya's back, making sure everything was secure. She threw the horse blanket over her to keep her from getting too cold in the damp air. Kaiya tossed her head, shaking her moon-coloured mane in happiness. A smile crinkled Mak'Viri's face as she ran a pale, webbed hand over Kaiya's nose and murmured soothing words to her. She had bonded with this horse almost instantly, and had been unable to resist buying her as soon as she could. Kaiya was a gentle mare with a smooth gait, which Mak'Viri appreciated, having never ridden a horse before.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement coming toward her. She turned, a small smile on her lips. And as the newcomer approached, she dipped her head in greeting. ”Hello. Are you here for the journey into Sylira's Wilderness?” She asked, keeping her manner approachable.