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.....Fall 15, 514av
It was insulting, or would have been if she had more experience, if she'd been a proper member of the Emerald Clan rather than some silly Ruby girl who had married into those best known for their hunting skills. She wasn't miserable at it, just new. Or, at least, that's what Dinah kept telling herself. With Fall came bigger concerns than training a novice, concerns like participating in the Great Hunt, seeing who would be brave enough to attempt to bring down a glassbeak, of making sure the moving city could survive the upcoming Winter. It wasn't that she was forgotten, especially not within the Stormsinger pavilion with it's handful of members, but there simply wasn't time, or so she'd been told. The girl had almost begrudgingly come to the conclusion she would have to make due with her pottery skills to make herself useful for that season as she had done before, but then her husband - bless his heart - had excitedly told her that while he couldn't help her directly, he had found someone to help. A friend of a friend of a friend knew a guy who was related to someone who knew someone else who apparently happened to be the ”Best hunter within the Sapphire Clan”. Dinah had almost laughed and said she rather stay with her clay for the season, but one look at a group of hunters setting out, at a memory of having experienced that thrill they would participate in, and the veil of amusement died on her lips.
So it was, with the early morning chill sweeping through the tents of Endrykas, that Dinah lead Niamh on foot towards the rich blues of the Sapphire Clan. She had mixed feelings towards it's members. If her mother hadn't still been considered an outsider when she had married her father, Dinah often thought that the woman would have fit right in among the other reimancers among it's lot. In truth, Dinah herself probably had more in common with the blue-clad djed users than most others within the city. Perhaps if things had been different, if everything hadn't gone to shyke, if she had been able to marry into the best match rather than out of desperation, she may have been among them instead. Maybe learning from one of them wasn't such a bad idea, after all. Gods, had this been the plan all along? She wouldn't put it past her husband… Or his brother… Or the Ankal. Sneaky sons of-
Niamh suddenly nudged the girl with her nose, forcing the girl to stumble slightly and the thought to go unfinished. Striders weren't supposed to be able to read minds, it was a known impossibility, but there were times when Dinah had to honestly wonder if the mare knew far more than she let on when it came to the inner working of the Drykas girl's mind. If nothing else she was far better at finding her way than the girl ever was. Whereas Dinah could vaguely remember the directions she had been given on where to meet the hunter, the Strider followed but wasn't shy on tugging the girl in a direction she hesitated towards while trying to decide if it was the right way or not. If nothing else, the mare picked up on and acted upon the instincts that Dinah spent far too much time questioning. It was nice to have someone around to still push her in such ways.
While there were plenty of others active among the pavilions, Dinah couldn't help but spot the single individual standing about as if either annoyed with waiting or the world in general. Maybe he wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with a novice either. Confident attitude, tanned skin, bow that was probably just aching to be used, yep... hunter all right.
A wary glance was cast to Niamah before the girl approached, trying to look anything but lacking in the confidence that seemed to have fled. "It's Lian, right?" Her hand raised in a small respectful greeting that somehow managed to come across as disinterested.
"I'm Dinah Ember-" she cut herself off and took a breath. It had been a while since she had to introduce herself to anyone and apparently her former pavilion's name still clung desperately to thoughts best left abandoned by the wayside. "Stormsinger," she corrected.
An internal cringe came with the name. While Dinah had utmost pride in her new family, she knew the name was rather infamous in come circles. Particularly in the Ankal's blatant refusal to participate in the events following the epidemic that had claimed so many lives nearly two years prior. It was long enough of a time that most had let it slip from their minds, but still Dinah knew very well how many didn't look favorably upon the small pavilion.
So it was, with the early morning chill sweeping through the tents of Endrykas, that Dinah lead Niamh on foot towards the rich blues of the Sapphire Clan. She had mixed feelings towards it's members. If her mother hadn't still been considered an outsider when she had married her father, Dinah often thought that the woman would have fit right in among the other reimancers among it's lot. In truth, Dinah herself probably had more in common with the blue-clad djed users than most others within the city. Perhaps if things had been different, if everything hadn't gone to shyke, if she had been able to marry into the best match rather than out of desperation, she may have been among them instead. Maybe learning from one of them wasn't such a bad idea, after all. Gods, had this been the plan all along? She wouldn't put it past her husband… Or his brother… Or the Ankal. Sneaky sons of-
Niamh suddenly nudged the girl with her nose, forcing the girl to stumble slightly and the thought to go unfinished. Striders weren't supposed to be able to read minds, it was a known impossibility, but there were times when Dinah had to honestly wonder if the mare knew far more than she let on when it came to the inner working of the Drykas girl's mind. If nothing else she was far better at finding her way than the girl ever was. Whereas Dinah could vaguely remember the directions she had been given on where to meet the hunter, the Strider followed but wasn't shy on tugging the girl in a direction she hesitated towards while trying to decide if it was the right way or not. If nothing else, the mare picked up on and acted upon the instincts that Dinah spent far too much time questioning. It was nice to have someone around to still push her in such ways.
While there were plenty of others active among the pavilions, Dinah couldn't help but spot the single individual standing about as if either annoyed with waiting or the world in general. Maybe he wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with a novice either. Confident attitude, tanned skin, bow that was probably just aching to be used, yep... hunter all right.
A wary glance was cast to Niamah before the girl approached, trying to look anything but lacking in the confidence that seemed to have fled. "It's Lian, right?" Her hand raised in a small respectful greeting that somehow managed to come across as disinterested.
"I'm Dinah Ember-" she cut herself off and took a breath. It had been a while since she had to introduce herself to anyone and apparently her former pavilion's name still clung desperately to thoughts best left abandoned by the wayside. "Stormsinger," she corrected.
An internal cringe came with the name. While Dinah had utmost pride in her new family, she knew the name was rather infamous in come circles. Particularly in the Ankal's blatant refusal to participate in the events following the epidemic that had claimed so many lives nearly two years prior. It was long enough of a time that most had let it slip from their minds, but still Dinah knew very well how many didn't look favorably upon the small pavilion.
"Pavi" | "Common" | "Tukant"