Closed Hunting with a Horseman [Aarias]

[Ayatah]

|| 79th Summer, 512AV || Midday. ||

Horses were not something Ayatah was used to. Whereas some saw them as graceful beasts that could carry a man across any terrain, the Myrian woman did not trust those clopping hooves. Sure, they could pull a carriage well enough, but it did not feel right to have one between her thighs.

The Drykas tradesman with whom she had travelled with had three horses; two that pulled the carriage and one that trotted alongside it. She knew they had names, one was called Old Smokey and the other two had Pavi names, which she did not even attempt to try and pronounce. The Drykas male himself was nice enough thoguh, and Ayatah guessed he was aged around forty (though he argued he was no older than thirty). Neither of their native languages were Common, and although they had tried to teach each other Myrian and Pavi respectively (most of these lessons ending in them mocking one another), they generally understood each other.

Svenon Redgrass was from the Ruby clan, which according to him meant that the pottery and clothing he sold from his carriage was particularly well made. On the eighth day of their journey, he had showed Ayatah some of the brightly coloured dresses he sold, and had insisted she take one to wear for when they arrived in his travelling city. She had politely obliged - more for fear that he would leave her in the damn Sea of Grass if she didn’t - though such bright colours were far from what she was used to. After all, it was hard to conceal oneself when hunting if one was dressed like some summer flower. Still, Aya appreciated it when Svenon said that the red dress complimented her glinting skin quite nicely. Such is the vanity of women…

Still, Aya had to admit that the Drykas’ city and society was pretty impressive; how the city itself moved, and how each clan seemed to specialise in varied skills and trades. It was not entirely unlike the Myrian clans, which she was obviously much more familiar with.

Horses, though! That was something Ayatah could not get used to. It was one of the Pavi named beasts she rode now, the dark one that Svenon promised as: ‘a smooth ride who responds well to commands’. He had failed to mention that the commands had to be in Pavi, of which Ayatah did not speak a word.

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[Aarias]

Waking up on the morning of the fifth is the easier part of Aarias' day. For he is used to having to shove the itchy cotton from his skin at the slightest peak of daybreak, the natural clock inside of him ordering him to an attentive state of mind. No longer could he dream and revel in the freedom of his subconscious. His inner voice tells him this is what Master Nightstone would want to see from him today. The challenge of the hunt has come with the Fall season, Endrykas snuggling on the SouthEastern bulge of Cyphrus. Setting up the tents and the village happens like clockwork, both Drykas new and old easily learning or teaching others how the magic works.

What wont work like clockwork is Aarias getting ready for his morning run. It's something he despises but with time, he will learn to run as he walks. It will be effortless if he keeps up a steady training course. Not being able to find important items such as shoes or his sword, the new layout of his family tent burns a hole in his serenity.

Once those items are gathered, he bounds right out of the tent to the outskirts of the city. Loving the morning air, Aarias breathes in heavily, pausing only to limber up his muscles by the furthest tent away from the city. Feeling the strain from a tense sleep, he quickly loosens his muscles and readies himself for a morning run. Pushing himself today, he laps the circumference of the city, trying for endurance and not speed. As he runs, he notices the city come to life and soon the smells of breakfast come to his nose, making his stomach grumble. Pausing to find his way back home, he helps his brother and uncle with a hearty breakfast. Light, fulfilling and just enough to give him the energy to finish his run.

That, of course, didn't happen. Master Nightstone shows up at his pavilion, telling Aarias in his usual growly voice that he requires the young Drykas to spar today before going on the hunt. They have a new recruit and Master Nighstone wishes to teach the new meat who is in charge. Being younger and quite skinnier than Aarias, having less density, the eighteen year old kid is no real challenge. The kid is full of himself but by the end of a morning full of new purple bruises from Aarias' fists, he quickly learns his place. Aarias, on the other hand, hardly takes home a scratch. But having the big heart that Aarias does, he even went easy on the kid, letting him throw some wild punches awkwardly and actually strike Aarias to build his confidence.

Master Nightstone cannot be fooled by Aarias. Once their eyes meet, he sees the spite in the tall, braided haired, Drykas. Aarias and his master stand side by side, looking out over the Sea of Grass as Nightstone gives Aarias tips and tricks, calling out his faults while fighting the younger Drykas. "Master your faults and soon enough - you won't have any left." Comes the words of wisdom from his master. Nodding, Aarias looks over the plains again, seeing a cart along with a mounted figure.

"See what they want." Comes the cold chill of Nightstone's words down the back of his neck. Within a blink of an eye, Aarias is bounding for his strider who is happily munching on the grass by the training grounds. Easily hopping onto the beasts back, Aarias skillfully turns him in the direction of the small caravan. Having Zulrav guide him, the shirtless Warrior easily makes it up the group. Circling around them once, he doesn't mean to be intimidating but the concentrated look on his face as he studies the two may frighten some. His sharp blue eyes can cut through glass, having the color of a glacier on a bright sunny day.

"May I assist you travelers?" Comes his soothing voice, perhaps much to their surprise. Such a calm and watery voice for a Drykas blessed with such height and brawn, "Do you have a Pavilion you are heading to?"

[Ayatah]

”Someone is approaching,”

Svenon needn’t have said it; Ayatah had already clocked the broad figure amounted on a horse that was making his way towards their carriage.

”What does he want?” Ayatah had not expected such a quick welcome to Endrykas, and she was not sure whether this was a good or bad sign. Her people were perceived as barbaric cannibals (somewhat rightly) by the other races, and such a stereotype hardly facilitated warm inter-racial friendships. For all she knew, the Drykas could kick her out of their city and leave her to die in that Myri-forsaken Sea of Grass.

The Drykas didn’t answer, but instead waited for the stranger to speak first. When he answered, Sveneon did so in Pavi,”Good day. I am Svenon of the Ruby Clan. This is Ayatah of the Scattered Bones --“he paused and gave the younger male a pointed look, [”a Myrian from Taloba making her way to Zeltiva. She is welcome here.”Ayatah watched the two men socialise, not understanding a word of what they were saying (other than when Svenon said her name, of course). But she could fathom the general meaning of his words; ‘this Myrian woman is not a savage who is going to eat our children, but a traveller. Don’t kill her, please.’

Svenon nodded eventually and signalled to Ayatah. When he spoke this time, it was in Common, for he was now speaking to her,”I am going to return to my family pavilion and - er - warn them that I am not alone,”He pointed towards the younger male who stood in front of the carriage, addressing them both now”perhaps you will be so kind as to accompany my Myrian friend and show her what’s what of our city? I don’t want her to get lost.”

He smiled in a good-natured manner before clicking his tongue and signalling the two horses at the front of the carriage to begin walking once more. The horse that Ayatah sat on also made to move, but she wrenched on his reins to stop him. The beast snorted and threw his head back, stomping his feet irritably.

This is going to be a long day…

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[Aarias]

Circling around the carriage is the easy part. The tall warrior sits comfortably in the saddle, running a hand over the short maine of his warhorse. Speaking directly to Svenon in Pavi, Aarias takes no time in getting to the main points. "A Myrian?" Not having any idea what or who that is, Aarias' eyes pan over to Ayatah. Raising a brow, Aarias directs his horse to come alongside Ayatah. The proud Drykas bows his head low and introduces himself once Svenon introduces her as a non-savage Myrian in Common tongue. "Welcome to Endrykas, the city of my people. The Drykas people will welcome you with open arms. That is if you can adopt the customs and laws of our people," His mouth hangs open, about to speak more but Sevnon speaks and Aarias turns his attention back to the Drykas.

"Welcome home Svenon of the Ruby Clan. You'll be welcome home. Better be sure your Ayatah Scattered Bones keeps her head straight and doesn't stir up trouble." Comes his Pavi onces more. Pointing a finger in his direction, he warns Svenon with an unwavering stare. When turning his sharp eyes back to the Myrain, they soften. He seems intrigued to know more about her. His hand comes out, offering a firm shake. Common coming back again, his hard expression softens. "As for accompanying your friend here, I will have to check with Nighstone." Nodding his head in the direction of the brooding black haired Drykas standing on the hill. The chiming of swords, maces, and arrows carries over the training grounds to their ears.

Nodding his head, Aarias takes his hand from Ayatah's and easily squeezes the sides of his Strider. At once the beast under him responds, kicking up grassy dirt while Aarias moves to his master. The two of them talk and Aarias dismounts, handing off his strider to Nightstone. With a push, Aarias' master pushing his shoulder towards the caravan, yelling at him to get out and go. Not being phased by his master's cold ways, Aarias quickly darts to the two of them. Seeing Ayatah struggle with her steed, he chuckles, coming up to pat the horses neck, whispering something quickly. With his touch, he helps the horse calm down, the ground stopping its vibration from the hooves.

"How long have you two been on the road? How did you meet?"

[Ayatah]

Ayatah sighed with relief as the Drykas male whispered something to the horse she sat astride, and the damn beast finally calmed. These people really are one with their horses, she thought as she watched him carefully. ”Thank you… you might need to teach me ‘stop’ and ‘go’ in Pavi,” she said, only half joking. It was an intimidating prospect, staying with the Drykas and speaking nothing of their language. She only hoped that the people were less pig-headed than the horses.

”Svenon was the only tradesman willing to allow me to travel with him,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders and nodding in the direction the older man had left. She had expected as much, given the Myrian’s cannibalistic nature. ”Everyone else seemed to think I’d eat their brains for whatever goods they were selling.” In truth, she had no need for fancy silks or fine dresses, so would hardly kill a man for such wares. Had she found a decent weapon smith though…

Clearing her throat, she glanced to the younger Drykas male once more. He seemed… pleasant enough, but it was Myrian nature to be suspicious of outsiders - or barbarians, as her people called the races that were not their own. The fact that she was amongst this stranger’s people was something else Ayatah was unfamiliar with, having spent her life growing up in the sacred city of Taloba and amongst her fellow Myrians.

Already she knew this just how entirely different this outside world was to the one inside the jungle. The Sea of Grass disturbed her; miles upon miles of nothing but long wavering grass. As soon as she had laid eyes on it, Ayatah understood why it was called the ‘Sea’ of grass. You could drown in there as easily as the ocean.

She cleared her throat and realised it had been a while since either spoke. ”I… didn’t catch your name, earlier.”

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[Aarias]

Slipping the reigns from her hands, Aarias might have to give it a tug or so. "I shall lead you into the city," he starts to tell her, gazing in front of them once more, "And take you to see whatever you may like but keep in mind that you are not a Drykas and therefore might be welcome to some unpleasant faces for we welcome visitors but that doesn't mean we have to like them at first." Stopping for a moment, he lets Svenon take the lead. "I am guessing you would like her to help you... unload?" Comes his acceptable Common tongue, having to think of his words before he speaks them. Aarias guesses that they will be moving to Sevnon's site and from there Ayatah and him will weave through the streets of Endrykas on foot for it's easier that way. "Myrain Ayatah, you should consider yourself lucky to meet and be welcomed by such a stranger. I am trusting his judgement of you."

Upon hearing her have the need to want to learn Pavi, even if it's two words, Never before had a visitor he has met wished to attempt to learn their native tongue. "It will be a challenge for your to learn Pavi but perhaps two words will be a nice start. I must say it's unique to find someone who actually wishes to learn for most merchants who come here only speak Common, not even trying to understand Pavi." Throwing his arms around in the air, he grins, "There is a lot of movement to our tongue. Tell me, Myrain Ayatah, do you ride horses well? As you an guess, we Drykas pride ourselves on our breeding. Strong striders ready to help us, the markings on our skin a sign to the world that we have a connection with the animals of this word; the striders that roam free. It is a serious offense to strike or hurt a strider, you might as well know that before you earn yourself punishment."

Letting his sharp blue eyes gaze and take in Ayatah's image, he is sure that the next time they meet, he will be able to recognize her. Feeling that he has been rather sharp cut, he spreads a wide smile across his lips. "You have not been listening to a word I have been saying, hm?" Comes his soft joking manner, bringing a hand to his belly and letting out a rumbling chuckle. All fun and games as far as he is concerned. "I am Aarias Stormshadow. Proud Warrior of the Diamond Clan and training Watch member. Tell me, Ayatah, do you have a place to stay? If your merchant friend cannot spare room at his pavilion, I am sure to offer you a bed, food, and shelter." Peeking his gaze around Ayatah, he looks to see Svenon's reaction to such a question.

Raising a brow, he blinks a few times before settling his gaze back on the Myrian. Her creamy olive skin catches him off guard, seeming to stare at her for a long while. Having to snap out of his rude stare, he grins just a little before looking back to Endrykas as the band cuts their way through the rows of tents. Her hair bounces a bit as the horse trudges along, Aarias giving him a reassuring pat that all will end soon. It's only a matter of time before they reach what Aarias believes would be Svenon's campsite.

"You are very beautiful." Aarias tells her frankly, not wishing to flirt with her but just compliment the unique beauty she has. "Why would people think such a woman will eat brains for whatever goods they're selling? I'm not doubting your ability to wield a weapon. Perhaps if you're interested we can duel at a later date? I assume you have weapon skills? Even hand to hand combat is something I adore." Pausing for a moment, the Drykas turns his head away from the group and sneezes into his elbow, his whole body shaking. "How long are you estimated to stay in Endrykas?"

[Ayatah]

Although she felt a little like a child being lead by this stranger, it certainly relieved Ayatah to have someone else control that damn horse. ”Drykas are a damn sight more welcoming than Myrians,” she said with a wry smile on her face. Outsiders were far from welcome in Taloba; they were tolerated so long as they were not Dhani or Zith and bought some sort of trade to the city. Other than that, outsiders were more likely to be killed and feasted upon than simply glared at. ”I promise not to commit mass murder.” Her words were accompanied by a grin, but then she cleared her throat. Perhaps not the best thing to joke about…

”My willingness to learn Pavi is not necessarily out of politeness. I just want to be able to control this horse.” She patted the horses neck gently, but the animal snorted unappreciatively and threw its head backwards once more. When Aarias asked about her horse-riding capabilities (or lack of), Ayatah merely snorted derisively and pulled a face. More explanation was not needed than her current cumbersome performance. A strider… Yes, she knew what they were. A special kind of horse that Drykas paired with, a little like Myrian tigers and their riders. Although she was far from a fan of the hooved animal, she would never dream of hurting one.

”I have been listening!” she lied, frowning. But then a smile spread across her lips too when she realised the Drykas male was joking. The word ‘warrior’ sparked more than interest to her. Now that was something she could relate too. ”A warrior? Same here. We Myrians spend three years with our army as mandatory service.” They were fond memories now, but at the time the military training had been ruthless and harsh, pushing Ayatah’s bodies to entirely new limits. For a brief moment, a dreamy smile captured her lips, full of memories of her home.

But the comment on her beauty stimulated a different response. A brief frown, and then some kind of awkward quietness. She was of dual-heritage, and it tended to be her Eypharian genes that made people give her such compliments. But she had never met her father, and had nothing to with the multi-armed people. She had embraced her Myrian family, accepting their culture and trying so hard to be accepted as a pureblooded daughter of Myri.

Fortunately, Aarias had continued speaking, and did not seem to expect any thanks for his… compliment. Aah, sparring! That was much more welcome. ”You have not heard much about my people, then?” She chuckled airily, thankful that this stranger didn’t know about the cavage behaviour of her people. ”I will have to take you up on that duel, though. It will be good to sharpen my blades.” Her fingers went to hips, touching the two double-bladed daggers that lay at either side of her. At the question of how long she would stay in Endrykas for, Ayatah shrugged, ”either until Svenon leaves to continue on to Zeltiva, or until I find another means of travel. I plan to reach Zeltiva for Winter, so not too long either way.”

She had a strict plan in her mind, and Ayatah did not enjoy deviating from her plans.

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[Aarias]

"To be honest, I don't think anyone would like to welcome strangers into their home. Isn't it natural for people to be weary of strangers and use all precautions to rid them from their land rather 'den welcome them? I am sure there are those kinds of societies. The Drykas, luckily for you, will welcome any traveler with open arms, hoping that they leave with respect and knowledge of of people. While they stay, they are expected to keep their behavior up to par." Aarias opens his mouth to question her about her people, looking again to observe her differences in both attitude and physical description. Those lips of his curl into a frown as she jokes, not finding it funny one bit. Being a good sport, none the less, Aarias cracks a hint of a smile and pretends to see something far in the distance, squinting his eyes as to not focus on Ayatah.

"If you -must- commit a small scale murder, the key would be not getting caught. I suggest transporting their body into the Sea of Grass. They'll never be found that way." Grinning, Aarias knows that if she actually means to kill someone and dump them in the Sea, she will have plenty of other problems to deal with. Glassbeaks and the elements will prevent her from having a nice relaxing journey. That much Aarias is sure of. Hardly hearing the words, he feels the horse tremble beneath Ayatah, throwing it's head back and kicking its front hooves outwards. "Woah there!" He chides the animal in Pavi. Dropping the reigns, Aarias fearlessly grabs the neck, rubbing his hands in quick motions up and down its mane. "Can you calm down? Come on, she isn't that bad. She'll just eat you for dinner." He jokes in Pavi, chuckling to himself at his own whispering joke.

"Being able to control a beast like this one takes more than just words uttered from your throat, Ayatah. Time and patience are wound around you as well for this steed is a living being too. Just as people fear one another, these magnificent creatures fear newcomers as well as Drykas." Stopping the procession for a moment, Aarias bends down to unlatch the leather breastplate from his chest. Opening up his torso to Ayatah, she would be able to see the black Windmarks curving likes snakes around one another, the traditional tribal markings littering the right side of his body. "These are Windmarks. Not every Drykas has them for if they do not bind themselves to a Strider, they're earned, not owed to our people."

Thinking he has given her enough of a history lesson, Aarias straps back on the leather armor rented from the training grounds. By the end of the night, he is sure, all property will be restored. For now, he is still under the careful eye of Nightstone, knowing his master will not let him out of his sight. That is, as long as he is with her. Hearing her excitement for a spar, Aarias cannot help but beam. "I would love to hear more of your people and what techniques you have learned. I will be sure to pose as a challenge to you - making it not just a walk in the park. I have been training since what feels like day one. My uncle, Terrasar, believes that in order to succeed in the Diamond Clan, I have to become the best warrior I can be. Same with my brother."

"Are you skilled in all areas of combat, bow and arrow, fists and weapons?" His hand comes to his pride and joy dangling at his side. Releasing the steel blade form his hip is the easy part, letting Ayatah admire it from a far, not trusting her enough to actually hold the Falchion blade. "I received this blade form a foreigner to these lands. We Drykas thrive on trade, most of Endrykas reserved as a marketplace." The blade is specially crafted for his talents, being easily the damage of an axe but the smooth versatility of a sword. The blade glints in the sun, the clean edges seeming to be polished every single day.

"It will be a challenge to fight someone with daggers but I am sure that you are quite skilled and any spar will be great fun. As long as I don't get thrown into the Sea of Grass," winking politely at her with his jest, he continues to lead them to where Svenon is heading. "Just be weary of the path to Zeltiva. I hear that it is not for the faint of heart - not that I think you aren't capable. That is not my intentions. Be sure you have the right type of people coming with you for the journey. The Sea is a marvelous yet dangerous place for those who don't know it well. I myself, a Drykas all my life, rarely moves into the thick blades without support."

[Ayatah]

The Myrians areone of those societies she thought, but said nothing. Perhaps it was best to just appreciate the Drykas’ welcoming attitude. They shared a laugh over the extended joke, but Ayatah’s smile dropped as soon as the horse began acting up once more.

"Being able to control a beast like this one takes more than just words uttered from your throat, Ayatah.”

She knew that, really. Svenon had said as much when they first met, but it was still difficult for her to have the patience for horses. Even after the many days of travelling, all three of his horses still seemed to mistrust - and even dislike - her. But she didn’t have time to say as much before Aarias was pulling apart his armour. Instinctively, Ayatah glanced away, brows furrowed with confusion. Then she realised that what he was doing seemed to be part of some educational lesson. ”Myrians have tattoos too,” she said, pointing to her left thumb, where a tiny little tattoo imitated the bones that lay beneath her flesh and skin. ”Some we get for celebrations, or if we’ve conquered a certain foe. Others… are more sentimental.”

She would have left it at that, but something seemed to have sparked her interest. ”So not all Drykas have a….” What was that word? ”-- Strider?” Did that mean that a child born to a Drykas family was not actually a member of their society until they bonded with a horse? The scholar in Ayatah was fascinated, whereas the Myrian within her wanted to smirk and mock the importance of such silly animals.

”Oh I’m sure I can handle whatever challenge you throw at me,” she mocked, a smirk on her lips. After battling against Dhani and Yukmen, she hoped training with the Drykas would be more enjoyable, rather than taxing. ”I have my daggers, but also can use a longbow somewhat proficiently. What about yourself, anything other than that sword?” Having always been fascinated with the other races, Ayatah wondered whether or not the Drykas people had a specific favoured weapon.

She listened as he spoke about the Sea of Grass, nodding slowly. Any warnings were appreciated, seeing as she knew so little about the area. ”Svenon said he makes the journey once or twice a year, but he also mentioned it is far from an enjoyable trip.” Travelling was not something she was used to, but ultimately she could not avoid it.

Another question sparked in her mind, and she turned in Aarias with a raised eyebrow, ”how do your people know where to go in the Sea of Grass? In the jungle we use all the different trees and plants, but out there it’s just… grass.” And nothing else. The flat plains had looked exactly the same, day and night, as she and Svenon made their way towards Endrykas. For all she knew, he could have been simply walking in circles. But the older male seemed to know where to go, by some strange miracle.

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[Aarias]

Chuckling with a certain gusto unique to Aarias, his hand places over his stomach and his face lifting to the sky. Seeing her turn her head away as the stink of sweat and thick leather fill the air. Having trained all morning, the Drykas settles a small grin to his face, "Oh come now." he whispers, thinking she was afraid to look at him - most foreigners in his experience don't enjoy his company. "I assume I'm not -that- grotesque to gaze at." Most outsiders avoid speaking to the warriors or at least to Aarias for his eyes do send people a very heavy gaze. Even he is quick to combat them, flashing a quick to smile to Ayatah, not wanting to be placed in that stereotype yet again - all brawn and no evidence of a beating heart.

"And what are you?" He wonders in very vague terms, knowing what he is talking about within the confines of his skull. Blinking at her expression, he clears his throat, steadying his face at an angle where he can both see her tattoo and know where they're going. "What I meant to say is for what reason do you have your tattoo. If you don't feel at liberty to share, you don't have to. Making you comfortable within Endrykas, I assume," his gaze turns to the silent Svenon, "has been passed to me. I don't mind," shaking his head from left to right slowly. Clearing his throat, Aarias refines his comment yet again. "Does this marking of yours symbolize celebration, conquest or sentimental value?"

"Without the Windmarks you are -just- a human living amongst Drykas. There will still be love and attention given to you, of course. But outside of your clan or pavilion, there is less protection and comfort. If you roam into the Sea of Grass alone, a Watchman would be more inclined to assist you if you bare the markings. It, of course, all depends on the character of the man or woman you're dealing with." Giving a childish smile, Aarias is slow to continue, "If I were a Watchman, I would help all I could for one life, in my eyes, is not more sacred than another. Every single person born into this world -has- family and people who love them. Why should I, a man who can be the difference between life and death, shy away from an opportunity to assist someone in need? It doesn't make any sense to me how man can just casually look the other way when there is a clear sign of a struggle." Chewing on his lip a little, Aarias ponders the validity of perhaps a rule or reason he has yet to discover for such selfish actions.

Blinking, he turns back to Ayatah's gaze. Hearing her mockery of him, all he can do is chuckle. Those icy eyes of him warn her to watch what she is saying, not so much in a serious way but all in good jest. "I personally love the way this sword slices through the air and the power I can bring upon my enemy. Never before have I held such a perfect craft. But, my uncle, Terrasar, wishes for me to use my 'given skill' at the bow. Don't get me wrong, there is a certain ecstasy in knocking an arrow back. Raising your arm to the sky and feeling the power shake your core as you release that screaming bolt into the air. But for me, it's not the same having to be at a distance from my target."

Grinning, Aarias hears her question about the Sea of Grass but he isn't too keen on answering right away. "How about instead of just telling you, I show you?" Raising a brow in excitement and perhaps anticipation of what she thinks, Aarias can't help but slap a cheeky smile to face. "I feel the best way to learn is by showing for your eyes can pick up an aura for a place instead of just being told what it's like." Snapping his fingers, he licks his lips and adds another quick comment, "You said you like the longbow? Well, I am sure you'll have no trouble with me asking you to come hunt with me. My brother is away and my uncle is always training so it's my duty to put food on the table. Sadly we are running low on our supply - time to get out there and earn our kill. It'll be a great opportunity for me to show you the secrets of the grass as well as have a bit of fun shooting."