52nd Day of Summer 510 AV |
It would still be another two weeks or so before they would arrive at Sunberth, their goal since the beginning of summer, since before they had become very close. Since their journey had begun, the three traveling from Syliras to Sunberth had become quite close. She was glad she had brought them on this journey on little more than a whim of a piece of paper just after meeting the mage Azerix, and her new lover and master, the fisherman Keorvic. While she found great joy in Azerix as a friend, with his subtle humor and much blatant humor by his sacrifice (as he was a very scared and unknowledgable mage, for the wilderness at least), she had found quite a bit more in the fish man, who brought her pleasure, warmth, happiness, and most importantly...fish. She looked up from her spot on a large flat rock looking over a small lake. The moon was full tonight, and the sky was clear. The small clearing that held the lake was full of life tonight, deer drank from the waters below, owls made their nightly rounds. She had gone off from camp, leaving Azerix to keep watch, she was sure Keorvic would be asleep by this hour. She wasn't afraid of being attacked by anything, not anymore. They had taken care of numerous beasts and a pair of bandits on their journey so far, and she was sure she could handle whatever were to come at her. However, she did carry her full set of weapons with her tonight, her two daggers, two knives, bow and a quiver full of arrows, as well as the seven or so throwing daggers in her pack. She wasn't sure why she was out here tonight, she had just woken up with a feeling of needing to be away from camp, out in the wilderness. She was sure it was probably her animal side calling out. She had spent far more time as a human than she had as a cat lately, and probably in her entire two years of existance. She was starting to feel more human than cat, which was entirely out of nature for Kelvic, but she was beginning to be okay with that. Being a human and a part of their society may not be so bad, even if she would always be slightly out of place. She sighed and slipped her shirt over her shoulders and placed it off to the side with her weapons. She then stood up and removed her skirt, kicking it toward her pile of stuff as well. She looked up to the moon again, and in an instant she was her cat self, white fur shining in the moonlight. She sat again and purred softly to herself. It was nice to be a cat again. |