Time stamp- Summer 21, 504
Her clothing was absolutely soaked and her braid weighed heavily on her head from its intricate placement. Delani was laying over her Striders back, fingers knit together atop the mane and her chin resting upon knuckles as she stared out at the misty valley in front of them. Some yards to the left and right of her, faded into the grass, were other riders. It was a scouting trip for herself, the twenty five year old having volunteered to go with this far more experienced team to retrieve some bones and ivory from the dry pits of Vayt.
They hadn't expected a heat storm to pop up that day and dampen their efforts (and their moods) with its laden clouds, lightning, almost bruising winds, and now flooding rains. The storms had popped up just after lunch when the crew was mounting up to move to the next dried up pool to see what they could collect. They'd collected themselves under a single tent then, hastily erected to shelter the horses too, and waited out the worst of it, discussing whether they should keep going or not. The dangers of the pools of Vayt lay in precisely what ruined the days work. Water made the pits extremely dangerous to any and all that came within its vicinity because it masked the smell of the tar as well as the pits themselves, the less dense water resting harmlessly on top of the corrosive and boiling mess.
The worst of the storm had tapered off, travelling with the winds away from the group now, and left only a steady rain that left them all somewhat chilled and irritated.
"I'm surprised Ordan didn't order us all back to the pavillion, ol' girl. This rain is impossible to see through now." She kept her voice low but her eyes out, the falx resting in its sheath and within reach of the Drykas as she looked into the night. The others were setting up some fires to try and discourage any glassbeaks should they come a-hunting near the gorup. "It's going to make the fires worse, too...I'll be amazed if they get them lit at all." The mare snorted and bobbed her head down once, causing Delani to tip forwards briefly with the mounts momentum. When the mare straightened, she scritched her left ear and sat up, sliding off the Striders back and moving up beside her, one hand still on her neck. "It's way too dangerous to be out on the pits now anyways and this much rain's going to loosen the crust again. We could very well fall through into a pool beneath the surface if our luck fails us."
Dela stepped away from the old mare and crossed her arms over chest, peering into the bleak darkness and trying not to shiver. She'd definitely be glad when they got the fires lit so they could all return to the tents, dry off, warm up and eat. It'd been far too long of a day.
xHer clothing was absolutely soaked and her braid weighed heavily on her head from its intricate placement. Delani was laying over her Striders back, fingers knit together atop the mane and her chin resting upon knuckles as she stared out at the misty valley in front of them. Some yards to the left and right of her, faded into the grass, were other riders. It was a scouting trip for herself, the twenty five year old having volunteered to go with this far more experienced team to retrieve some bones and ivory from the dry pits of Vayt.
They hadn't expected a heat storm to pop up that day and dampen their efforts (and their moods) with its laden clouds, lightning, almost bruising winds, and now flooding rains. The storms had popped up just after lunch when the crew was mounting up to move to the next dried up pool to see what they could collect. They'd collected themselves under a single tent then, hastily erected to shelter the horses too, and waited out the worst of it, discussing whether they should keep going or not. The dangers of the pools of Vayt lay in precisely what ruined the days work. Water made the pits extremely dangerous to any and all that came within its vicinity because it masked the smell of the tar as well as the pits themselves, the less dense water resting harmlessly on top of the corrosive and boiling mess.
The worst of the storm had tapered off, travelling with the winds away from the group now, and left only a steady rain that left them all somewhat chilled and irritated.
"I'm surprised Ordan didn't order us all back to the pavillion, ol' girl. This rain is impossible to see through now." She kept her voice low but her eyes out, the falx resting in its sheath and within reach of the Drykas as she looked into the night. The others were setting up some fires to try and discourage any glassbeaks should they come a-hunting near the gorup. "It's going to make the fires worse, too...I'll be amazed if they get them lit at all." The mare snorted and bobbed her head down once, causing Delani to tip forwards briefly with the mounts momentum. When the mare straightened, she scritched her left ear and sat up, sliding off the Striders back and moving up beside her, one hand still on her neck. "It's way too dangerous to be out on the pits now anyways and this much rain's going to loosen the crust again. We could very well fall through into a pool beneath the surface if our luck fails us."
Dela stepped away from the old mare and crossed her arms over chest, peering into the bleak darkness and trying not to shiver. She'd definitely be glad when they got the fires lit so they could all return to the tents, dry off, warm up and eat. It'd been far too long of a day.
