35th of Winter, 513 AV - around eighth bell
The morning had dawned crisp and clear, with only a few clouds playing tag with the bright sun. Reflected off the snow, Avanthal seemed to be lit from within, glowing with the spirit of the city. "The perfect day," a man noted, nodding as he shielded his eyes from the sun to glance over the horizon. He shifted from one foot to the other, the only evidence of his growing impatience, glancing at his companion. Flanked by the team of other hunters who had agreed to take out another group of those outside of the Hold, a handful of Icewatch also stood at ease to accompany them. These odd group stood outside of the entrance to Frostfawn Hold, trying to stifle any nervousness that accompanied a first hunt with someone new. Someone you couldn't predict, and didn't know, and didn't fully trust. It made the hunting much more dangerous ... though it also proved as a chance for bonds to forge beyond the boundaries set by the Hold.
How much experience would these people have? Ryon, and his fellow hunter, Connie, could only hope they would help and not hinder the hunts that meant so much to the Hold. Though he questioned the logic of this decision, especially so closely following the Fall's events, Ryon supported his Hold's belief in the notion it would prevent further dissonance between the Holds. Some had fretted the blizzard that prevented the Hunt from happening last season was a sign it should not be, and that this sacred hunt be left to those who could manage it quickly and safely. Even with such uncertainty overhanging the journey, Ryon felt good about today. A few had pulled back their interest and shrunk the parties down to two, left to the best and the brightest (or so he'd like to think). They're in good hands ...
"Ah, here they come," Connie said quietly as she gestured to the faces that began to appear, trotting through the snow rhythmically. "Minosayaa, Una Tanta, and Lorelle Snowsong!" she called, trying to out-do the other group beside her that called out for one Meville Brightshade and a familiar Spirit Frostfawn. Waving a hand to catch their attention, Connie repeated their names, with a, "Over here!"
As the designated three separated from the rest, Ryon smiled at the small group, moving off from the other as the Icewatch quietly decided who would go with who. Eventually, three seasoned Icewatch guards joined their group with a polite nod to the pair of hunters. Ryon, grey beginning to streak his black hair, had the wrinkles of smiling, and a welcoming look. Older than many hunters, he was well-respected, and due to that fact, trusted to take non-trained hunters on this journey. Connie, younger by a few years, bounced on her toes like a small child as she huddled with the group, eyes swirling with multitudes of colours in a dizzying array.
"Good morning, you three," Connie began, "My name is Connie Frostfawn, and this is Ryon Frostfawn. The best hunters of the Hold! Though, I suppose if you ask, anyone will say that about themselves!" Looking to the Icewatch, she tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow in a gesture to introduce themselves as well.
"Flyn, Fin, and Quinn," Quinn rattled off quickly. Flyn and Fin, identical men with a quirked smile gave a wave, no more than thirty-five years old, but the scars that marked their hands they gave to shake Connie's and Ryon's told a story of knowledgeable Icewatch. Quinn was a smaller woman, serious, but had a small twinkle in her eye that brightened the otherwise flat composure as she nodded to the hunters and the group.
"Great!" Connie said brightly, turning to the group with a beaming grin. "And, my little darlings, what is your name?"