14 Fall 517 AV
Gathering her things together she made her way toward the flap of the tent. Sunshine streamed through the small crevices where the wind moved the opening ever so slightly. Pausing for a moment, lids sliding closed, she inhaled a steadying breath and let it out slowly. Centering her thoughts, she let her mind wander to the sights and sounds around her. The gentle tug of fine hair in the woven braid on the back of her head. A musky scent of earth and fresh dew sliding drops along the canvas. The weight of her clothes lying heavy against her skin. It had been just as sweltering during Fall as it had been during the Summer months. She was not a fan of having to darn the cloth during such heat, but it was necessary while hunting in human form.
Thin fingers slid down her leg and calf, wrapping around the small hilt of her dagger, ensuring that it was snug in the wrap of her boot. The buckles on the boot acting as a makeshift scabbard. Heavy lids slowly opened, taking in the soft shafts of light as they reflected gently on the golden orbs resting within.
Casting aside the heavy opening, rising from bent knee, she pushed herself forward through the opening. Syna’s light was just on the horizon, signifying the beginning of yet another day. Soft footsteps padded along the dry ground.
After making her way over to a fire that had made the valiant struggle through the night, it’s wisps of smoking signaling it's fragile life hidden under ash and log. Bending back to knee she inhaled and gently let her breath guide life back into the dying embers. Dropping her backpack on the ground she reached just under flap and pull-string to gather a handful of the little dried meat she had stored left.
Resting her backside on the brittle grass, legs crossed with elbows propped on knee as she dug her sharp canines in and tore through the withered muscle and fat. Her mouth salivated heavily as she chewed, stomach growling in protest of the long rest without nourishment. As she dined on breakfast, the meek fire glowing at foot, her eyes wandered around watching the signs of life move and begin the day.
Plans had begun to formulate in her mind for the day. Hunting. Skinning. Feasting for midday. Checking traps. Bring food to be stored. Feasting for eve. What else? Another tear at the dried meats while her thoughts swirled in mind. A woman passed, each exchanging a nod of acknowledgment. Her thoughts strayed, wandering behind the woman as she moved past. Firenze had been staying in the makeshift city for awhile and she still had yet to integrate herself. She did aid in gathering food for the ever-hungry mouths, doing the daily tasks that were needed to keep things thriving, even going as far as to have conversations. Though, it struck her odd that she’d not let herself too close. After her naive world was shattered in Syliras and then again in Kenash she’d withdrawn, letting the dark that spotted her heart guide her. Caution was above all.
So far, things had moved as they do; but it was possible that it could change at a moments notice and that caution helped to keep her wits about her. Kept her senses on high more often than not. Unfortunately, this caused for restless nights and unfulfilled sleep.