On the Hunt (Open)

[Drao Markhum]

Season of Summer, Day 3, Year 511 AV

The summer sun beat down upon his face. The breeze was calm but steady, making this a most pleasant day for a hunt. The tall grass of the plains swayed in unison giving off a wave effect.

Drao quickly said a prayer to Caiyha as he brought his horse, Ikos, to a full stop on the plains. He needed to find food before it became a dire situation. He had his shortbow, an heirloom from his father, upon his back, as well as forty arrows within the saddlebags of his horse. He was determined to bring something home with him.

He noticed movement off in the distance, though he could not tell from his vantage point what it was exactly. With a fire in his heart, he prodded his horse in that direction. Ready to draw an arrow if the opportunity were to present itself.

[Ronan]

Ronan held Tairell's reigns tightly. It was a warm day. A clear day. A good day for hunting and tracking, and thinking so deeply that his mind would begin to hurt. And even then I can't blot out the pain... He pulled the reigns, urging Tairell to a stop, as he glared through the sunlight at a silhouette beyond. He could make out the arc of a bow, and he shivered, a taut string being plucked in his mind. The bow would never have been his weapon of choice. There is only honour in fighting toe to toe. Whether man or beast, under the God's watch it is always better to destroy in close quarters. He allowed Tairell to break into a trot, and he began to move towards the figure. The Grasses were a lonely place. In the heat, they were a deadly expanse. Any and all travellers interested Ronan, since he spent much of his time alone. He didn't rush forward with open arms though. His meeting with Matthial had turned out well, but not everyone could be trusted...