Summer 6, 516 AV
early morning
oocBit of a long setup here... this scene kinda ran away with me!
It felt strange, being back in Endrykas, back among people after being alone for uncounted time. Most of all, it was strange to be here without him -- without the man with whom she had first arrived, for whom she had first stayed, with whose life her every prior day in the city had been entwined. Now, when she slept in their tent, it was with only their wife. She had found she could almost pretend, in the haze of half-sleep, that what she felt was the warmth of her bondmate lying beside her. Pretense offered only small solace, for her heart ever knew it for a lie.
Awake, the Kelvic had not even that; not with part of her soul stretched out into the far beyond, past horizons whose crest she had never broached. Not when she stepped from the tent into the wan predawn with the hunter neither before nor behind her. She stood now with the tent flap fallen closed in her wake, gazing out towards that western bound of her vision. Did he, too, prepare himself to hunt this morn? Surely so; even when they spent their days apart, hunting had always been a common thread through their respective agendas, most of all in the mornings.
In that, perhaps they would still act together, for all that they remained divided... for divided, she had accepted they would have to be, until his path at last brought him back home. Khida lowered her gaze from the unknowable distance to her definite present. Home, echoed the memory of his need, still resonating in her soul; home, safe, protect. At last, Khida had found an understanding of his parting charge: she would keep the family he had gathered safe and well during his absence.
Which meant also feeding them, the only way she knew how -- and so, Khida set out this morning to hunt.
That was the plan, anyway. Unfortunately for the plan, it met prompt and determined opposition before it even really got started.
No sooner had the Kelvic started away from the camp than she found her path blocked by the considerably larger bulk of a horse. She signed affectionate welcome to Sephra, while also studying the horse's posture; even Khida could recognize that the Strider's intent was not only to say hello. The mare's equivalent of good morning came with a certain softness in her demeanor and a relaxed whuff at Khida's hair, or perhaps her face; here and now she stood strong, definite, determined. It was a good-natured determination, from the angles of Sephra's ears... but Khida was quickly developing a definite sinking feeling.
She was in for something today.
early morning
oocBit of a long setup here... this scene kinda ran away with me!
It felt strange, being back in Endrykas, back among people after being alone for uncounted time. Most of all, it was strange to be here without him -- without the man with whom she had first arrived, for whom she had first stayed, with whose life her every prior day in the city had been entwined. Now, when she slept in their tent, it was with only their wife. She had found she could almost pretend, in the haze of half-sleep, that what she felt was the warmth of her bondmate lying beside her. Pretense offered only small solace, for her heart ever knew it for a lie.
Awake, the Kelvic had not even that; not with part of her soul stretched out into the far beyond, past horizons whose crest she had never broached. Not when she stepped from the tent into the wan predawn with the hunter neither before nor behind her. She stood now with the tent flap fallen closed in her wake, gazing out towards that western bound of her vision. Did he, too, prepare himself to hunt this morn? Surely so; even when they spent their days apart, hunting had always been a common thread through their respective agendas, most of all in the mornings.
In that, perhaps they would still act together, for all that they remained divided... for divided, she had accepted they would have to be, until his path at last brought him back home. Khida lowered her gaze from the unknowable distance to her definite present. Home, echoed the memory of his need, still resonating in her soul; home, safe, protect. At last, Khida had found an understanding of his parting charge: she would keep the family he had gathered safe and well during his absence.
Which meant also feeding them, the only way she knew how -- and so, Khida set out this morning to hunt.
That was the plan, anyway. Unfortunately for the plan, it met prompt and determined opposition before it even really got started.
No sooner had the Kelvic started away from the camp than she found her path blocked by the considerably larger bulk of a horse. She signed affectionate welcome to Sephra, while also studying the horse's posture; even Khida could recognize that the Strider's intent was not only to say hello. The mare's equivalent of good morning came with a certain softness in her demeanor and a relaxed whuff at Khida's hair, or perhaps her face; here and now she stood strong, definite, determined. It was a good-natured determination, from the angles of Sephra's ears... but Khida was quickly developing a definite sinking feeling.
She was in for something today.
Khida space Common | Pavi
other space Common | Pavi
other space Common | Pavi