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Shadyn chose the extreme perimeter of Endrykas to make his camp. He had a distinct feeling that if he drew too much closer, he would make people uncomfortable. Or, more likely, Xarrt would. "Making camp" for him consisted of merely undoing Xarrt's saddle for the first time in weeks, eating the last of the meat he had for him and Xarrt cold, and then settling down under the warmth of his katinu for a good night's sleep.
Before he actually laid down, however, he knelt and said a prayer of thanks to Leth. "You have been faithful to me during this journey, and I give you my thanks. I have arrived safely at my furthest destination by your kindness. Now let my stay here be as blessed, and let me learn and grow in this time of my life. As I have said, so let it be."
When he lifted his eyes, he caught sight of a young woman, who was wandering out in the grasses with her horse, for some reason. He shifted over onto his side so that he was leaning on his elbow, and watched her for a moment. He furrowed his brow, intrigued. From what he could tell, despite the fact that she was dressed in the style of the Drykas, she looked like an Inarta. She turned her face in the moonlight slicing through the crisp air. This was not just a resemblance...this was an perfect likeness of an Inarta. He stood, and called out to her in Nari. "Do my eyes fool me, or are you Inarta?"
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Shadyn chose the extreme perimeter of Endrykas to make his camp. He had a distinct feeling that if he drew too much closer, he would make people uncomfortable. Or, more likely, Xarrt would. "Making camp" for him consisted of merely undoing Xarrt's saddle for the first time in weeks, eating the last of the meat he had for him and Xarrt cold, and then settling down under the warmth of his katinu for a good night's sleep.
Before he actually laid down, however, he knelt and said a prayer of thanks to Leth. "You have been faithful to me during this journey, and I give you my thanks. I have arrived safely at my furthest destination by your kindness. Now let my stay here be as blessed, and let me learn and grow in this time of my life. As I have said, so let it be."
When he lifted his eyes, he caught sight of a young woman, who was wandering out in the grasses with her horse, for some reason. He shifted over onto his side so that he was leaning on his elbow, and watched her for a moment. He furrowed his brow, intrigued. From what he could tell, despite the fact that she was dressed in the style of the Drykas, she looked like an Inarta. She turned her face in the moonlight slicing through the crisp air. This was not just a resemblance...this was an perfect likeness of an Inarta. He stood, and called out to her in Nari. "Do my eyes fool me, or are you Inarta?"
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