3rd of Winter, 510AV
A short walk from Endrykas there was one creek, identical to thousands of others, running like a snake through the mighty leagues of the grasslands. It's water was low now, but further on it would drain into a muddy crater growing with all strange manner of scummy grass and teeming with slimy little creatures. Beside one muddy bank of the creek sat Jarhal mounted upon his strider, Topher. Chural was nowhere to be seen, but a keen eye could observe the stalks of tall grass shifting minutely even when the cold wind died down.
Today he was dressed in a heavier winter cloak, still green as ever even though the land around was more yellow or brown now, with the hood fringed by thin brown fur. Topher's speckled mane was braided into long swinging lines every few inches down his neck, and Jarhal's composite bow hung snugly from one of the antler-carved handles on the sides of his yvas saddle. They both looked cold, but stubbornly trying to ignore it.
The reason he was seated here was to await the woman that would, apparently, be a student. Thinking of her as a student was rather difficult though, Aleksi was not someone he expected to be diligent at silently taking instruction. Especially from a boy only a year older than her. But then, he'd been surprised before. Usually they were bad surprises.