TimeStamp: Spring, Day 43, 512. 4:45 a.m. Finally the path is cleared. Makia woke up bright and early to get as much out of her hunting day as possible. As she gathered her bow and her quiver full of arrows she wondered if she would be able to find a willing, or unwilling, drudge to venture out on a hunt so early. She left her bed unmade and called to her raven, Ezio, whom she let out into the faint morning sky, to take care of himself for the day she would be unavailable. With her cloak on her back, for the air was still a bit chilly, and her pack, filled with a small amount of fruit for snacks, and some linen for bandages in case of injury, slung over her shoulder, she set out to the Sanikas Road. She darted quickly through the stone corridors, eager to make her first kill of the season. Soon enough she passed by a sleeping Dek that, based on his physical build seemed perfect for the job at hand. She stopped in front of him and knelt down to gently shake him awake. He awoke with a start and half jumped up, springing into action. "Whoa there," Makia jumped back in surprise. The man straightened himself and hung his head; "Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to." His voice was husky from the chill wind drying his throat. The drudge was clearly much older than her, in his mid-twenties by looking at him. He was an average heighted Inarta man, with dark red, almost brown, hair, and his eyes a dark mud color. His hair and eye coloring was probably one of the reasons he is a Dek, brown was uncommon in the race. He wore raged, torn clothes, so stained it was impossible to decipher their original color. "Come, I need your strength to carry game back up to my dwelling. This is an all day job, and you will be sitting around and following me most of the time." Makia explained. She turned back down the hallway and continued her walk to the gate, expecting the drudge to follow, as they are ordered, by law, to do. She reached the gate to the city and saw the old gatekeeper, Valtrrrik, or Val, Imsun. She smiled politely at the man and said a small hello. Smoking his pipe he nodded at her presence and, with a wave of his hand, invited her over. The Dek stayed behind, blending into the wall. "Young lady, what are you doing at the gate so early in the mornin'?" he asked. "I am going to the forest, a bit down the mountain, to hunt for some game. I am an Avora hunter." Makia replied. "I wish you luck, nen," using the ancient word for youth, "and next time, why don't you bring me some tea, or honey, and I'll tell you a tale." He smiled, even more wrinkles creased his eyes and head. "I will remember." She promised the kind old man. Val slowly got up from his stone chair and shambled toward the gate, which he opened for the avid hunter and her servant to pass through. |