A Hunt for New Materials (Alderache/Open)

[Razeni]

Winter, 14 of 511 AV

Razeni awoke lying on her right side, arms and legs all awry, blankets twisted and missing. Her left eyelid popped open suddenly, the optical orb moved to scan the area. She had awakened from a confusing dream. Or could it of been a nightmare? It wasn't something she considered pondering at the moment, for this dream; or whatever; had caused her to question her whereabouts. Throughout the night she must of tossed and turned for most of her covers had been kicked off to the side, her scantily clad form bare to the darkened room. Straightening her spine, she stretched and moaned, her arms rising above her head and lower extremities twisting to curve with the motion. Relaxing, she rolled to her back pulling the covers up to her chin. 'Oh, just to get warm before I have to rise.' She thinks to herself.

Greenish-gold irises stared up to the ceiling, she tried to recount the images that had awoken her so. Only brief flashes of scenes she is not able to recognize passed her mind. There is a flash of a strange man, they were outside the city, what were they doing? What was she doing? She had a sense that she was not herself. Well, she does know that she planned on leaving this morn. Perhaps not leave permanently, but leave to the wilderness beyond the gates of Nyka. Razeni needed to acquire some pelts to make a warmer outfit for herself. She balked at the idea, for sewing and mending was dreadful to her. There has to be someone who will do the creating while she does the supplying. Hunting is what she enjoys.

With that thought to compel her, she threw back the covers. With an elbow she pushed herself up to a sitting position, crossing her arms she rubbed at each arm with opposite hand to warm herself. Her right leg crossed over her left, she gave a shiver. Inhaling then exhaling fully, she rose. Stepping lithely she moved to her mound of clothes, oh yes. It is a good thing she will be supplying herself with a new outfit. How tired she was of the same style outfit. Her expression displeased she pulled on her britches, lacing her top. The coldness evident from her bosom. Dragging her cloak over her shoulders she set herself on the task of gathering all her belongings, she had already over-stayed her desired days here at Safe Haven.

Having settled up her tab for room and board, and also shelter for her horse, Razeni hurriedly strode out of the establishment. Light just rising she is able to see the steam from the cobblestones rise as Syna made her presence known. Making the turn to the stables, she doesn't hesitate as she pushed open the wooden door leading inside. Carrying all of her tack, the load quite formidable, she desperately needed to get to her destination and rid herself of such a load. A smile graced her lips as she thought of how happy Ruze will be when he realized what they are going to do this day. Passing other steeds and mares as she headed, her gaze alighting on every one of them, she finally reached the stallion.

The door to the stall only being half of one, she easily saw Ruze fully. Already he had been alerted to her approach. Though his rump still faced the entrance, his head proudly turned to look over his shoulder. With ears pricked forward, a whinny rumbled his lips as he greeted his Mistress. Instantly the horse clomped his way towards her, eyes lit with joy. Dropping the tack she carried of her belongings at the side of the gate, she proceeded her way into the stall.

The saddle and blanket and other supplies she owned placed atop the railing of the gate, it moved with ease as she pushed her way through. Having found the needed supplies to feed and water Ruze, she busily tended to these tasks. Placing the correct amount of hay and grain in his feeding trough, she allowed him time to eat. During this time she took the care to brush him, creating a glossy sheen to his coat. How beautiful he was to her, with his rust spots, mane and tail. The bond between horse and owner very obvious by the ease they had with each other's company.

Tossing the woolen blanket first onto Ruze's back, Razeni turned to grab the saddle. With a strength that was conditioned to her during her adolescence, she easily placed the cumbersome saddle. Bending she reached for the straps under his belly to firmly fasten the buckle, slapping his underside just enough to surprise him to inhale, she was able to secure it. With that done, she continued to pack all the other tack precisely so to fit just right. Satisfied, with hands on hips, she gave a swift rise and fall of her chin in a nod. The last to be put on would be bridle and bit. Gingerly she placed the needed accessory over ears and placed the bit into his mouth. Chewing at the metal within his mouth, Ruze didn't show any sign of resistance.

With the preparations all complete, she grabbed the lead and coaxed the beast from its shelter. Out into an open area now, Razeni stepped her left toe of her boot into the left stirrup. With a bounce she gracefully alit the saddle, her right leg swinging over to the other side. Side-stepping, the usual movement for the steed, she is able to keep him reigned in. A couple swift taps of her heels to his side sends him into a trot out of the stable. She pushes forth towards the location of the market stalls, she still needed the hygiene supplies and now she noticed that she needed a sharpening stone for her skinning knife.

Still early enough to where there weren't too many people, but not too early that there were those out and about, horse and rider made their way through the streets. Razeni's eyes scanned this stall and that, and at times this person and that person. At one time she thought she caught a glimpse of the man in her dreams, taking a double take by a stall at the edge. No, nothing. Turning away she continued her trek, looking for the said supplies.

Stopping at a stall that she saw were stones, tried to bring Ruze in closer. From the corner of her eyes she saw a movement, a flash of color. Instantly her gaze turned that way, there he was! She was stunned at first, not knowing what to make of it. Certainly her jaw lowered and eyes widened. Quickly she glanced away, looking once again, to glance once more. Her mind raced with questions, knowing she wouldn't find the answers at this moment.

[Alderache]

Alseroth was burning with lust this morning. Ever since he'd made his presence known to his brother Alderache, he'd never once been with a woman, a fact that disgusted him. He knew his brother liked women too, but he had yet to find that need for them. And right now, Alseroth had that need. He had stifled Alderache to a small corner of their shared mind. The morning was still early, and the streets had yet to fill. The air was moist, fog still clinging to life before Syna's grace killed it. Where could one find women in this town? Ones that didn't think he was a monster from the abyss nearby. Although... He could use that as an excuse to get a woman good and scared and willing to do anything for him... He then saw a flash of a woman, one who appeared to be in a hurry, and didn't notice him. Perhaps the unique vision of the Akalak made it much easier for him to see her, than the other way around. The woman had entered the stables. He smiled. There would be no one else in there this early. He quietly made his way over to the entrance, peering at her from the outside. She was tall for a woman, but quite full featured. His eyes wandered down to her curvy backside, while she prepared a horse for ride. He wanted to take her, right here and now, his loins burning with need. But he held himself back. He had to be careful in this city, those monks aren't forgiving in the least. He continued to watch her, to stay out of sight as she mounted the horse and began her way to the markets. He could now see the front, a sight just as pleasing as the back had been. He waited until woman and horse were a fair distance passed until he began to follow. He stayed a fair way back, now that the fog was beginning to disappear. After he was fairly sure that she would be spending her time in the markets, he took a round about way to her. He unbuttoned his simple white shirt, and left it open, a way to possibly entice. He made his way over to her, opposite the direction he'd been stalking her from. He had never been to good with words, but if he could get her back to his room at the Safe Haven Hostel, he could sate his needs. He held himself at his full height, holding his arms at his side, trying to make himself look that much more pleasing than any other competitors. And since he was here, and not in Riverfall, such a feat was not difficult. He approached the stall she was at, saying nothing to her. This stall was selling cleaning supplies for weapons and armor, but surprisingly had no whetstones. He grunted in genuine disapproval. In a low voice, "Who sells maintenance supplies, and yet, doesn't have anything for the bite of a blade?" The sarcasm was evident, but the intent was not. He inwardly smiled, she would be his.