35th Day of Summer, 510 A.V.
Jaeden stood there just at the edge of the Wildlands, looking over his arrows as he waited for Samael to arrive. It was to be a day of hunting and training, as Sam wished to get a bit more in soon. Jaeden wasn’t exactly sure of his slight sense of urgency, but he didn’t question it either. After all, Sam would likely tell him if he wanted to. Slight aches and pains of a previous misadventure still poked at Jaeden’s awareness when he turned a certain way, but overall he would survive the day.
However Jaeden found himself suddenly stumbling forward as the nudge from Fortunado’s muzzle pressed along his back. “Oof.” Jaeden let out, catching his balance before falling. “What are you, Mr. Shove’n’Stuff? Go roam for a bit if you don’t want to stand idly by. He’ll get here when he get’s here.”
Jaeden then observed Fortunado carefully as he began to trot away, working up speed as he went riding along the open fields. Jaeden slowly lowered his gaze back down to his arrows, checking the condition of each one. A quick gaze was given to the sky, noting the time before he looked back in the direction of Syliras. “I wonder if that boy’s gotten himself a bow yet?” Jaeden said idly before slipping an arrow back into his quiver and reaching for another. “Crap, I think I checked this one already.”