5th of Winter, 515 A.V.
The morning was an unusually early one for the Stormgrass Pavilion. They had stayed up well into the night celebrating the First Frost, but it was morning now, and there was work to do. Away from the tent city, they did not have the luxury of sleeping in. There was food to forage, clothes to mend, and animals to feed. Of course the Ankal’s wives were the first up shortly before the break of day. Nara, his first wife, got the fire started at the center of the tent before going out to milk the zibri, while Elia woke up her two young sons to go do some light foraging for the pot. It was then that Inyel awoke and took his spot by the fire. Nara soon returned to pour him a cup of herbal tea, before leaving the pavilion again to get what she needed for breakfast. Meanwhile Elia knelt down beside her husband to quietly chat with him.
Outside, everything was quiet save for the occasional giggle from the boys. After making sure the boys were keeping to the perimeter of the camp, Nara went to catch one of the chickens milling about. Theirs was a modest sized pavilion so it wasn’t hard to keep an eye on them even it weren’t for the web. With the large pavilion tent forming the head, there were also four smaller tents arrayed out in a rough oval to establish a secure area in the center for their livestock and wayward children. Beyond those tents there were also poles dug deep into the ground, with white strips tied to the top of them. These were the anchor points for the web that surrounded them, an extra layer of protection necessary in this harsh terrain. While the Stormgrass wasn’t a large pavilion, neither was it small. It had a cumulated a decent herd. This included their striders, a handful of Zibri, a couple of Seme, as well as a few goats and chickens. All of which tended to hang around a lean to that was constructed between the smaller tents to give the animals a break from the wind.
It didn’t take Nara long to take a chicken to the block, and start preparing it. As she plucked away the feathers in dense handfuls, she put them into a small sackcloth bag at her side. Then Elia emerged from the pavilion, heading for one of the smaller tents that was Asterope’s domain. “Let her sleep.” Nara called softly. Elia had no such tact. “There is much to do today, and little time to do it. Would you have fewer hands?” Elia spoke, her voice easily carrying across the yard. The boys quieted. Nara just favored her with a wizened smile. “Gapee, ohs tratche. Let her sleep, or have you forgotten how well we got along without her?” Elia breathed through her nose at that, but she moved away from the tent, on towards where the boys were foraging. Nara smiled to herself, and finished prepping the chicken.
When it was done, she put the chopped pieces into the pot to cook. Inyel was gone, probably off checking the webbing around the camp, so Nara covered the pot, and grabbed the bowl she’d set by the fire to warm up. It was just after dawn when Nara quietly entered Asterope’s tent, setting the bowl beside her. Beside the clotted cream, she unwrapped a swatch of linen from around a handful of dried curds. Then she left to go finish preparing breakfast for the Ankal.
The rest of the pavilion was stirring now, as cousins of Inyel prepared to go on a hunt, while his younger brother, Faru, got the herd together to go out grazing. With the children up, there was also laughter that could be heard in the yard while the women set up lines between the tents to dry their clothing. The weather was cool, and crisp with a strong chance of cloudy skies all day so they set up multiple lines to spread their clothing out as much as possible. Still smarting from earlier, Elia set one of the lines right across the entrance to Asterlope’s tent. There she hung the ankal’s underclothes and pants to dry before setting off to help out with the rest of the chores. Scarcely thirty chimes past dawn, a small group of men led by Inyel thundered out of the camp on the back of their striders. Then all was quiet except for the occasional bout of rambunctious from the children running between the tents, or the chatting of a few women huddled around the center of the camp.