|| 30th Summer, 511AV || Mid morning || Kandukta Basin ||
”You’re shining, Ephy.”
Ayatah grumbled and shifted backwards into the shade. One downside to being half-Eypharian (other than, of course, not being a pureblooded Myrian) was that her skin glinted slightly gold when she stood in direct sunlight. In the jungle itself, this wasn’t an issue with the heavy canopy of treetops, but around the Basin there was far less foliage to block out the glistening light.
She threw her cousin an annoyed look, but Bennik merely smirked at her. They returned back to the task at hand… Which, in all fairness, was not much.
As it did ever summer, the basin had swelled and crept forwards, flooding the surrounding area and dragging all kids of fish along with it. The two cousins stood calf-deep in water, Bennik with a spear in his hand and Ayatah armed with her bow and arrow. In the shallow water an arrow plunging into a fish made far fewer waves than the chunky wooden spear, scaring off fewer other fish.
So far, though, they had been unlucky.”Stop fidgeting.”
[b]”Stop talking."
They fell silent after that, though it did not take long for the half-breed to start sighing and shuffling her feet. Myri, fishing was so dull! Her feet were wet, her legs cold from the cool water and Ayatah was limited to a small patch of shade to avoid glinting like a petching metal statue and scaring off whatever few fish had come to the shallows.
”This isn’t working, Benn.” She grumbled, straightening up and stretching her back. Hunting land animals was much more exciting that merely staring into the murky and muddy water of the basin.
Bennik rolled his eyes and turned to his cousin, who he loved so dearly but who certainly tested his patience with her blatant lack of it.”Fishing required silence and stillness, Aya. Remember what Quinneth says?”
Ayatah sighed dramatically once more, pulling a face when her cousin turned away from her once again. ”Fishing is a show of skill, patience and determination, but looks nothing more than just skinny-dipping.” She said, drawing out her final words as she repeated one of the many lessons their matriarch and great-grandmother shared with them, ”but she didn’t say it’d be so boring, or take so long.”
Bennik threw her one more disapproving look before sliding through the water and heading a little further into the basin. Then he froze, before lunging his spear about a foot in front of him. When his shot was unsuccessful, he swore.
Ayatah merely laughed.
Ayatah grumbled and shifted backwards into the shade. One downside to being half-Eypharian (other than, of course, not being a pureblooded Myrian) was that her skin glinted slightly gold when she stood in direct sunlight. In the jungle itself, this wasn’t an issue with the heavy canopy of treetops, but around the Basin there was far less foliage to block out the glistening light.
She threw her cousin an annoyed look, but Bennik merely smirked at her. They returned back to the task at hand… Which, in all fairness, was not much.
As it did ever summer, the basin had swelled and crept forwards, flooding the surrounding area and dragging all kids of fish along with it. The two cousins stood calf-deep in water, Bennik with a spear in his hand and Ayatah armed with her bow and arrow. In the shallow water an arrow plunging into a fish made far fewer waves than the chunky wooden spear, scaring off fewer other fish.
So far, though, they had been unlucky.”Stop fidgeting.”
[b]”Stop talking."
They fell silent after that, though it did not take long for the half-breed to start sighing and shuffling her feet. Myri, fishing was so dull! Her feet were wet, her legs cold from the cool water and Ayatah was limited to a small patch of shade to avoid glinting like a petching metal statue and scaring off whatever few fish had come to the shallows.
”This isn’t working, Benn.” She grumbled, straightening up and stretching her back. Hunting land animals was much more exciting that merely staring into the murky and muddy water of the basin.
Bennik rolled his eyes and turned to his cousin, who he loved so dearly but who certainly tested his patience with her blatant lack of it.”Fishing required silence and stillness, Aya. Remember what Quinneth says?”
Ayatah sighed dramatically once more, pulling a face when her cousin turned away from her once again. ”Fishing is a show of skill, patience and determination, but looks nothing more than just skinny-dipping.” She said, drawing out her final words as she repeated one of the many lessons their matriarch and great-grandmother shared with them, ”but she didn’t say it’d be so boring, or take so long.”
Bennik threw her one more disapproving look before sliding through the water and heading a little further into the basin. Then he froze, before lunging his spear about a foot in front of him. When his shot was unsuccessful, he swore.
Ayatah merely laughed.
|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||
