by Ishamael on March 18th, 2011, 10:24 pm
Ishamael's jaw slacked visibly when the girl....wait young woman, told him her age. She was only a year younger than himself. He shook his head in amazement at the fact, It could not be true he thought quzzically to himself. But, as he continued to listen he looked, really looked at her. True, she was diminutive and her meek nature made her seem younger, but upon really seeing her he noticed things that only women of age would have. Her body was full, lush, shapely after a fashion, her hips were wider rounded for the possiblity of having childern.
As he continued to walk with her he allowed his mind to think her pretty. She was in her own way. Though Ishamael towered over her with his 6 foot frame, making the image in his mind laughable. He chuckled silently, then choked as Aleath mentioned they'd make a good couple. After catching his breath he smiled sweetly at her, well anything was possible.
When the questions turned to him he blinked, fumbling at first at the turn around. Well you see I am a Drykas as he spoke he showed her the intricate sleeve of tattoes on his left arm indicating them as hiw wind marks You begin to receive marks as soon as you are chosen by a Strider, and mine began when Hopper chose me when i had had 14 naming days. He smiled, patting Hopper as he talked thinking of that glorious day. My father is an Ankal, I believe you would say patriarch or leader of our Pavilion. I am no different from many other men I ride and hunt and defend what must be defended, I am 22 should you want to know.
Ishamael let his explanation fade, would she think it strange he on an unknown quest? Was it wise to tell her? Consternation clouded his face fore a moment. No best to wait on that he thought.
Suddenly they were at the lake. The shimmering water caught the dying rays of the sun in a breathtaking way. It was as if they were in a bowl. The trees surrounded the lake makeing a small beach like clearance around it, perfect for a good tent and fire. Ishamael looked approvingly at Aleath. A fine spot to camp, perfect almost.
They chose a spot a little ways round the lake, where the trees created a break from the cold wind, but also put them downwind, so any strangers or beasts would have a harder time smelling them. Ishamael began his tasks quickly and efficiently. He skinned the rabbit, taking his time to ensure all the fur was free and tendons severed. He then started a fire, collecting some stones and forming a circle to create a break wall. The forest was an abundacne of wood, and after a small amoung to tinder and some smooth strokes he had a nice blaze.
Next he pulled out a small tripod and pot, setting them up over the fire he turned to Aleath. Can you make us some dinner while I set up the tent? Ishamael indicated the rabbit, as well as pulling out some wrapped vegitables from his saddle bags, somce carrots, turnip like roots, some dried peas. Its not much but I was hoping you would take dinner with me as well He colored slightly, this was not his usual self, he smiled then, he knew something to make himself seem normal. Or, if you prefer we could dine on human flesh, I have a nice quadrecep leftover. Keeping his face straight he turned with a wolfish grin towards her. She not know its a joke till I tell her His inner voiice laughing while his face was implacable.