Time-stamp: 41st of Spring, 517AV
Location: Sea of Grass (Bluevein River)
Who: Romona Silvertongue
Sitting on the sandy shores just north of the Bluevein River, Turrin couldn't believe how warm it was in mid spring down on the Sea of Grass. The shirtless man wasn't complaining because the winters up in northern Kalea were particularly brutal specially near the city of Wind Reach. This temperature was perfect for the hearty Inartan mutt, and he wasn't going to waste the day sitting on the shoreline of the river thinking about the past. Especially when those thoughts were often plagued with sad memories of the past. He was in Endrykas now. It was a new beginning. He hoped. Standing up, Turrin walked to his horse. The horse that he bought in Riverfall was surprising well mannered horse, named Muncher. He named Muncher because the horse was constantly eating, and like clockwork, he was once again gorging himself on scruffy grass on the edge of the beach. When Turrin bought him, he needed a horse with calm demeanor because he was still learning learning how to ride, and Muncher seemed patient enough to deal with a novice rider like himself. The former endal made sure to approach him, so he can seem him and said in common, “You must have a hollow leg boy because you are always eating. Do I need to stage a intervention?”
Muncher looked up at him, twitched his ears from side to side, and went back to eating. A part of him hoped for witty retort because if he said that to Aponivi. The gruff wind eagle would have shot telepathically back with a snarky comment when he was alive. All he got out of Muncher was silence, and the silence and lack of telepathic connection to his mount pained the former endal the most. It was a cruel reminder of the loss of the wind eagle a year and half ago. Even if he didn't share a telepathic link with his horse, the wanderer still wasn't a cruel or neglectful rider. Walking to his side, Turrin stroked the side of mane and said with a smile, “Even if I bought you a a couple months ago, Muncher, I still consider you a friend. We are a hunting duo, and we both need to watch our backs out here. OK?” No response from Muncher because he was pulling some grass from the sandy dirt. As he was stroking his mane, Turrin notices some tangles in the coarse hair, and he frowned to himself that he forgot to buy a horse comb, so he started to try to untangle it by hand as the seagulls started to squawk in the distance. The horse didn't pay him any mind as he struggled to untangle the mane with his fingers. As he worked the knot was two tight for his big fingers to loosen, so he did his best and continued, but he wasn't able to get the knot undone.
Giving up for now, Turrin opened his saddle bags and retrieved his short bow and quiver. Replacing the broad tipped arrows with fishing arrows, he slung the quiver onto his back. Grabbing the myrian made short bow, in his left hand, he took Muncher's reins and gave them a slight tug for him to move. They started walking up the beach looking for a decent water to start fishing. The hunter knew that he needed slightly calm water to shoot into. If he was just throwing a line or net into the water, he could fish anywhere, but he needed the water to be calm to either see a ripple of a fish breaking the surface or see the fish under the water to get a clear shot. Bow-fishing is harder than it looks, and he normally goes home with nothing. For about half a bell, the hunter walked up the beach, and he didn't encounter spots suitable for fishing since the either the current was to strong or the banks of the river was to high. He wasn't going to risk falling into the river.
Eventually, he noticed a small island or sand bar jutting out of the water about ten feet from shore. Turrin stopped for a moment and noticed the sand bar made a natural barrier from the shore to the small island. The current wasn't as strong on the outside of the sand bar, and water on the other side of barrier seemed calm and shallow enough to shoot a arrow into if he saw a fish. When he got to the shoreline, he noticed that he could see the water wasn't to deep maybe a foot at most at the most. Deep enough for him to walk to the island without having to swim. Turrin looked at Muncher who was slightly backing away from the salty water in from of him and said with a smile, “Alright, I am going to walk out to that island, but first lets find you a comfortable to place out of the sun to rest while I fish.” Turrin notice a grove of palm trees on the edge of the beach. The hunter knew it had enough shade to keep the horse cool, so he tied the reins to trunk of the smallest palm tree.
When the horse was secure, he walked back to the shoreline and started taking of his socks and boots. After his boots and boots were off, he took off his bryda until he was just in his small clothes. Picking up his boots and bryda, Turrin walked into the water, he immediately dropped about a foot into the water. Turrin clenched his teeth at the cool temperature of the water, but it wasn't cool enough for him to worried, so he continued into the clear water. The Inarta kept scanning the direction of the island and under the surface of the water. He got excited when he saw a decent size colorful fish swim ahead of him. It seemed to swimming near the darker colored area under the water. There was a big contrast of colors from the yellowish sand and the darker color rocks. He decided to walk in the sandy part because he didn't want to cut himself on some sharp under water rock.
When he was about five feet from shore of the island, the water came up to knee, so he lifted the bow, boots, and bryda over his head to keep the dry. Luckily as he got closer to the island, the water got slightly shallower with every step. When he got about got to the shore of the island, he noticed the water was almost completely calm since the island shielded the small channel from the rest of the river. Looking at the surface under the water, he noticed the discoloring under the water and noticed small fish swimming over the rocks. Pulling a fishing arrow from the quiver, he stood by the shore of the water, watched, and waited for a large fish to swim into his slight line.
Location: Sea of Grass (Bluevein River)
Who: Romona Silvertongue
Sitting on the sandy shores just north of the Bluevein River, Turrin couldn't believe how warm it was in mid spring down on the Sea of Grass. The shirtless man wasn't complaining because the winters up in northern Kalea were particularly brutal specially near the city of Wind Reach. This temperature was perfect for the hearty Inartan mutt, and he wasn't going to waste the day sitting on the shoreline of the river thinking about the past. Especially when those thoughts were often plagued with sad memories of the past. He was in Endrykas now. It was a new beginning. He hoped. Standing up, Turrin walked to his horse. The horse that he bought in Riverfall was surprising well mannered horse, named Muncher. He named Muncher because the horse was constantly eating, and like clockwork, he was once again gorging himself on scruffy grass on the edge of the beach. When Turrin bought him, he needed a horse with calm demeanor because he was still learning learning how to ride, and Muncher seemed patient enough to deal with a novice rider like himself. The former endal made sure to approach him, so he can seem him and said in common, “You must have a hollow leg boy because you are always eating. Do I need to stage a intervention?”
Muncher looked up at him, twitched his ears from side to side, and went back to eating. A part of him hoped for witty retort because if he said that to Aponivi. The gruff wind eagle would have shot telepathically back with a snarky comment when he was alive. All he got out of Muncher was silence, and the silence and lack of telepathic connection to his mount pained the former endal the most. It was a cruel reminder of the loss of the wind eagle a year and half ago. Even if he didn't share a telepathic link with his horse, the wanderer still wasn't a cruel or neglectful rider. Walking to his side, Turrin stroked the side of mane and said with a smile, “Even if I bought you a a couple months ago, Muncher, I still consider you a friend. We are a hunting duo, and we both need to watch our backs out here. OK?” No response from Muncher because he was pulling some grass from the sandy dirt. As he was stroking his mane, Turrin notices some tangles in the coarse hair, and he frowned to himself that he forgot to buy a horse comb, so he started to try to untangle it by hand as the seagulls started to squawk in the distance. The horse didn't pay him any mind as he struggled to untangle the mane with his fingers. As he worked the knot was two tight for his big fingers to loosen, so he did his best and continued, but he wasn't able to get the knot undone.
Giving up for now, Turrin opened his saddle bags and retrieved his short bow and quiver. Replacing the broad tipped arrows with fishing arrows, he slung the quiver onto his back. Grabbing the myrian made short bow, in his left hand, he took Muncher's reins and gave them a slight tug for him to move. They started walking up the beach looking for a decent water to start fishing. The hunter knew that he needed slightly calm water to shoot into. If he was just throwing a line or net into the water, he could fish anywhere, but he needed the water to be calm to either see a ripple of a fish breaking the surface or see the fish under the water to get a clear shot. Bow-fishing is harder than it looks, and he normally goes home with nothing. For about half a bell, the hunter walked up the beach, and he didn't encounter spots suitable for fishing since the either the current was to strong or the banks of the river was to high. He wasn't going to risk falling into the river.
Eventually, he noticed a small island or sand bar jutting out of the water about ten feet from shore. Turrin stopped for a moment and noticed the sand bar made a natural barrier from the shore to the small island. The current wasn't as strong on the outside of the sand bar, and water on the other side of barrier seemed calm and shallow enough to shoot a arrow into if he saw a fish. When he got to the shoreline, he noticed that he could see the water wasn't to deep maybe a foot at most at the most. Deep enough for him to walk to the island without having to swim. Turrin looked at Muncher who was slightly backing away from the salty water in from of him and said with a smile, “Alright, I am going to walk out to that island, but first lets find you a comfortable to place out of the sun to rest while I fish.” Turrin notice a grove of palm trees on the edge of the beach. The hunter knew it had enough shade to keep the horse cool, so he tied the reins to trunk of the smallest palm tree.
When the horse was secure, he walked back to the shoreline and started taking of his socks and boots. After his boots and boots were off, he took off his bryda until he was just in his small clothes. Picking up his boots and bryda, Turrin walked into the water, he immediately dropped about a foot into the water. Turrin clenched his teeth at the cool temperature of the water, but it wasn't cool enough for him to worried, so he continued into the clear water. The Inarta kept scanning the direction of the island and under the surface of the water. He got excited when he saw a decent size colorful fish swim ahead of him. It seemed to swimming near the darker colored area under the water. There was a big contrast of colors from the yellowish sand and the darker color rocks. He decided to walk in the sandy part because he didn't want to cut himself on some sharp under water rock.
When he was about five feet from shore of the island, the water came up to knee, so he lifted the bow, boots, and bryda over his head to keep the dry. Luckily as he got closer to the island, the water got slightly shallower with every step. When he got about got to the shore of the island, he noticed the water was almost completely calm since the island shielded the small channel from the rest of the river. Looking at the surface under the water, he noticed the discoloring under the water and noticed small fish swimming over the rocks. Pulling a fishing arrow from the quiver, he stood by the shore of the water, watched, and waited for a large fish to swim into his slight line.
