Time Stamp: 24th Summer AV 510
She was approximately 80% sure that she wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, she was more than 80% sure, since Briseni had warned her that Akalak could be dangerous at times: violent, unpredictable, and prone to rage. However, Mihiya had seen with her own eyes that Akalak were simply bigger and bluer versions of the men that she had known her entire life. They were no more violent than average, no more aggressive. Thus, on a whim, she had made her way to the outskirts of Riverfall. As she had done so, she had noted that there were some Akalak out training, some fighting with Lakan and some wrestling. Those, Mihiya noted, must have been the men that fought without weapons that Lydan had mentioned. She still thought it a barbaric and unwise way to fight. Not that throwing stones with a leather band was any less so.
With soft footsteps she made her way farther away from her Pavilion. She was hoping to encounter Lydan again, she had loved learning about the Akalak from him, loved learning in general. She was a good listener, one of the things she had going for her, and she had no intention of not being a good listener when Lydan shared knowledge with her. The blue giants of Riverfall were so much different from the Horseclans of Endrykas. Besides, another encounter could give her a second chance to practice her common, which she spoke poorly at best.
She continued walking, however, she decided she would rest a moment and sank to the ground. Not, however, before she caught sight of a familiar blue face, towering two feet above her when she stretched to her fullest height.
She was approximately 80% sure that she wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, she was more than 80% sure, since Briseni had warned her that Akalak could be dangerous at times: violent, unpredictable, and prone to rage. However, Mihiya had seen with her own eyes that Akalak were simply bigger and bluer versions of the men that she had known her entire life. They were no more violent than average, no more aggressive. Thus, on a whim, she had made her way to the outskirts of Riverfall. As she had done so, she had noted that there were some Akalak out training, some fighting with Lakan and some wrestling. Those, Mihiya noted, must have been the men that fought without weapons that Lydan had mentioned. She still thought it a barbaric and unwise way to fight. Not that throwing stones with a leather band was any less so.
With soft footsteps she made her way farther away from her Pavilion. She was hoping to encounter Lydan again, she had loved learning about the Akalak from him, loved learning in general. She was a good listener, one of the things she had going for her, and she had no intention of not being a good listener when Lydan shared knowledge with her. The blue giants of Riverfall were so much different from the Horseclans of Endrykas. Besides, another encounter could give her a second chance to practice her common, which she spoke poorly at best.
She continued walking, however, she decided she would rest a moment and sank to the ground. Not, however, before she caught sight of a familiar blue face, towering two feet above her when she stretched to her fullest height.