Closed. Asim only, please.
1st of Spring, 510 AV
Leaving Mura was a very new experience. And traveling in the winter, Raiha was finding, may not have been amongst her best ideas. She probably should have left in the summertime; but one thing after another had delayed it, and by then... well, she had been foolish in not realizing just how blessed they were on Konti Isle with the weather that they had there. But either way, there were always those who had made their way through here before, and had been able to come along with a merchant's caravan, cloaked against the cold, her hood drawn up to help disguise her features. Mizahar was rough, and she had heard enough of the stories of those who would seek to do her harm... if not worse. There were fates worse than death, as Kanikra had prophesied warningly. Raiha was inclined to heed it.
The weather was fairly clear, but Raiha held onto the saddle horn nervously enough. The Akontak was not the best rider - but it was much easier to go by a combination of ground and water, according to those whom she had talked to who had made the trip before. She had taken the boat from Mura to Zeltiva, and nine days ago they had left that port to make the trek to Syliras. Ten days, they had said, if all went well. Ten days. She had waited 22 years; she could stand to wait a few more days to get to Riverfall. Uzima rested on her forearm, the goshawk's leash looped around her wrist. There was no way Raiha could cage the goshawk for the trip. One of the merchants she had been traveling with remarked it was like a traveling zoo - she had the goshawk, and Diallo, enormous and white and grey, walked alongside the Firemane mare.
Apparently, they were a few hours outside of Syliras, and Raiha could hardly wait. She was looking forward to seeing the city, even if she wouldn't be staying very long before taking a boat down the Suvan Sea to Riverfall. As it was, she was keeping her head down, and by the time Diallo started to growl, there was a hailstorm of arrows. Yakini nearly reared before taking off, even as Raiha tried to rein her in. Uzima's wings flared, and the hawk flailed, screaming, unable to go anywhere with the leash and sinking her talons into the glove that the falconer wore to protect her arm as she flapped anyway.
"Woah!" Raiha called at Yakini, pulling back on the reins.
"Woah!" Diallo followed her, baying a warning at the man on horseback who had cut her away from the protective 'herd', and was following the inexperienced rider as the mare carried her wildly into the brush and off of the road.
Let me handle this! Kanikra ordered her.
Go tuck yourself in your safe little world that you wish you'd never left! Now was not the time for arguments, but damned if Raiha was going to let Kanikra take over, though it was a weak point and Kanikra knew it. The Akontak was just trying desperately to hang on and steer the mare back towards the caravan they had been traveling with, as the enormous Deerstalker threatened the horse following her, the man was getting ready to fire his bow once more, this time aiming for the Firemane. Valuable though a good piece of horseflesh was, a woman could be sold for still more to the right people...