An odd hunt. (Kayiri)

[Arlen]

40th of Fall, 510 AV

Arlen stared.

Dusk was nearing, and he was a day out from Endrykas. Eyes shifting, the ambient blur of the yellow and green was meshing into a mesmermising lull; but his stomach grumbled, and he knew that he was sick of cheese and flatbread. He paused for a moment, bringing Taryl, his steed, to a halt. The padded protrusion of his longbow knocked gently against his back; and all of a sudden, he had an idea.

He brought Taryl to a trot, and not long after, found himself by a narrow stream. Find water to find life, they said. Indeed, while it was no guarantee, it was a glimmer of hope for a break from the culinary boredom he had endured. He quietly dismounted, and hid amongst the grass.

He vaguely heard a shuffle in the distance that did not belong to the wind; Taryl turned his ears, and Arlen knew. A hare was passing by; the perfect opportunity, even for the still-mediocre hunter Arlen was. He rose gently, pulling an arrow out of his quiver as gently as he could; jettisoned his thoughts, and took a deep breath. He had taken his aim.

And with a light thud of reverberation, the arrow left, as swift as the wind it went. A squeal was heard, and Arlen muttered a few words of gratitude towards the vast grasslands he had always known as home. It had provided, and would always provide. In the distance, the sun neared the bend between two hills. Soon, it would be a long night again. They days were getting shorter, and colder; he wondered if he should head back to civilization instead of roaming. But that was not important...at least not for now.

He stood up straight, and began walking.

[Kayiri]

As Arlen was walking, he heard the soft claps of, well, a man clapping. If he turned to investigate this out-of-place sound, he would see a tanned man sitting across a Strider, a white tunic covering his chest. A dog the same shade of pure white sat next to his Strider. A few powerful movements were made. An arm bent in front of him, parallel to his chest, fist closed tightly. Then, it pivoted to a vertical position, lowering quickly and firmly back to it's original position. The closed fist opened, the palm of his hand finding its way to his chest.

The dog instantly shot into motion, trotting off into the grasses. The man on horseback smiled, and approached Arlen quickly on his Strider, speaking quickly when he closed to earshot.

"Good shot," he said simply. A few moment later, the dog emerged from the long grasses, a hare in its jaws, an arrow protruding from the hare's flank. It scurried over to Kayiri, who pointed over to Arlen. The dog looked confused for a brief moment, and then walked around Serenity to reach Arlen, dropping the kill at his feet. The dog licked its white muzzle clean of the blood, and then returned to Kayiri's side.

"Perfect, Aindreas. Absolutely perfect," the Drykas complimented, leaning to the side in his saddle to rub the dog's head affectionately. He then turned to his new companion, speaking quickly to introduce himself. "I am Kayiri Starweaver, of the Diamond Clan. This is Serenity," he motioned to his horse, "and this is Aindreas. With whom do we have the pleasure of speaking?" the scarred face tilted to the left curiously, the green eyes examining the man throughly.