Merevaika
9th Fall 515
Merevaika held her bow tightly, stalking away from the group with determination. Today, she would hunt something down for the group to share, not just something for herself. Time to start acting as a member of the group rather than a traveler traveling alongside them.
They had probably all been asleep when she left, as Syna hadn't yet risen, signifying the start of the day, so she moved carefully, not wanting to wake them. If she was lucky she would return to find them still asleep, and they wouldn't worry about her absence. The drykas passed the smouldering remains of the fire from last night, and further, enveloped by the tall grass that had overgrown here in the centre of Cyphrus.
It was hard to see, the sky a dark purple colour and grass blocking most her view, sections reaching past her head. It was hard to navigate, so she kept to a trail, not wanting to get lost amongst this Sea of Grass. It was this thin pathway, a section where grass had been trample on, worn down or just didn't grow, that she would find some sort of animal. It was obviously used, with fur on the sides and prints and droppings. The dropping were either rabbit or a similar creature, but that was all she recognised. The rest was unclear to a novice tracker like herself.
If there had been someone with her, she would have acted as if she understood it all. It was her way, pretending through life to impose dominance and superiority over others. It usually worked - either they knew what they were doing and she would copy them, or they didn't, so whatever she said, they believed. At least she assumed it worked. Barely anyone pointed it out, but she barely communicated with anyone anyway. Just a few, certain individuals.
Of course, this journey meant lots of interaction with others, which would eventually reveal herself as a fake. It would be Kei who would realise this. The guide would look out for his fellow drykas, she assumed, and Zephari was Benshira with knowledge about mining, not survival, not in the plains anyway. Kei was the one who got on her nerves, he was the one who knew hunting and survival in the plains, at least a little. Which is why she hunted without him, so she could blame lack of prey for her misfortunes, not lack of skill.
Although perhaps it was better if someone knew. Then she might get help. But help was a sign of weakness, and she didn't like it. Hiring a guide was the lowest she would stoop, for the moment.
Hunting. Merevaika brought her thoughts back to the thoughts that brought her away from her companions and into this maze of grass.
oocHopefully it's okay. I thought perhaps Kei would either already by out for her to bump into, or would follow her out. PM me if you want me to change anything.
