Spring 10, 513 AV They had stopped in a clearing greater than Aello had ever seen. It seemed to stretch into a half-hearted ring, a chalice of trees into which the land fell away. A large indentation within the terrain; which shone a deep brown in the noon day sun. Pools of a marginally lighter shade shimmered against the golden hues as the huntress' keen eyes swam over them. Her fist tightening around the supple curve of her father's old bow as she strode through the tree's open arms; the only natural door, into what lay beyond. I don't remember ever having passed by this way before, the Treaver thought to herself as her pack slid across her shoulders, and her feet padded softly against the ground. Inching her closer and closer to the nearest pool. Bubbling against magnified heat. Upon reaching the edge, Aello peered down and into the mud pit, as she naturally piled her belongings by her side. Causing a slight yelp from the pycon who had ridden in her rucksack's back pocket, momentarily forgotten. Small clay body shuffling and shaking fists, kicking Aello's boot. Entirely ignored in favor of this. "Have you ever seen these pits before?" the huntress whispered to Kyra, in reference to the mud which rested in small clustered pools and streams before them. "Or are they as new to you as they are to me?" she asked, as the light of the dark pools reflected in the depths of her own earthen eyes. A smile crossing her lips, a mischievous crook to the edge, as she turned to her taller companion, and reached for her arm, the top of her shoulder, so as to throw her in. |