Timestamp: Day 61, Summer, 513 AV
Location: The sickle and Arrow, Kalinor
The air in the meeting room was thick with the smell of exotic leather, giving Viridae the distinct feeling that he was home. He enjoyed visiting the Sickle and arrow at least twice a week to view the trophies of Kalinor's greatest hunts. As a boy, he dreamed of having some exotic animal stuffed and mounted in this room, just above the great stone hearth. He curled his toes as he ran his bare feet across the White stag rug that lay on the floor beneath the table. Something about this place gave him a very nostalgic feeling, knowing that his father, and grandfather, and perhaps even his great grandfather very likely sat in this same spot, dreaming of the future, of fame, glory, and the thrill of the hunt, and that his children would someday be here, young and full of wishful ambition. He turned his gaze upwards and marveled at the many exotic raptors that seemed to leap from the ceiling, some bright and colorful, some slate and menacing, all beautiful and vicious, claws stretch towards him, poised to make a kill. In a way, they were not so different from him. Ever scanning the mountain sides, awaiting the next thrilling kill. Viri slouched back in his chair, sinking further into his seat. He closed his eyes and envisioned what his father and brother must be experiencing. Hunkered down in some foreign land, Tall fields of thick yellow grass, hunting Giant cheetah and massive rock bison. The sounds of low chatter filled his ears like a siren song, stern voices regarding each other excitedly, sharing the experiences of lifetimes of prowling Kalea in search of fame, glory, pelts, and food. He let his thoughts lull him into a quiet dreamlike state of mind, and before long, he had dozed off, snoring quietly, comfortable in this place he could easily call his second home.
He woke suddenly to a hushed argument between two Symenestra as they glided gracefully down the silken rope dangling in the center of the room. He squinted to ward away the blur of sleep from his eyes. The boy reminded him of himself in his youth, Sharing similar deep purple eyes, but he had dark raven colored hair. Viridae sat up and peered at the two empty seats across from him. On one hand, he hadn't had social interaction with an adolescent of their race in too long of a time for his mind to process. On the other hand, He wasn't confident enough in his social skills to qualm an argument between him and the other Symenestra, who appeared to be his mother. At any rate, he sat up and tried his best to look as if he were welcoming company at his table, smiling politely and folding his long arms across its surface. Perhaps they were in search of a mentor for the boy. And seeing as though he had no children of his own, Viri welcomed the thought of sharing his experiences.
