Timestamp: 61st Day of Summer, 512 AV
She could still hear them despite the fact she was in the woods a mile or so away from them. The travelers coming through by the Mirahil pass. It was early and the traders were hauling their cargo, their horses clip-clopping along the path carelessly. They were shouting to one another, making their plans for the day, and choosing their destinations to find a new shipment. Perhaps some were here for schooling, young sons and daughters using their parent's occupation as an excuse to arrive in Zeltiva. Maybe they were all really here exclusively for business. Either way, Kaie was there for neither reason.
She was supposed to be on her way to the Sea of Grass. At least that was the understanding she thought she had established with her guide, another trader. Apparently her basic level of Common had caused confusion between the two. He was simply on a trade route via a caravan to his usual haunts. How foolish had she been to even believe such a large, unfit barbarian was even capable of bringing her to such a hostile environment. She supposed that was simply what one gets when they're desperate to find a way home.
Nonetheless here she was, out in the only other place that made her feel remotely at peace. The forest. Bronzed hands were wrapped tightly about a low branch, and she was lifting herself from a hanging position until she could see over her own hands. The Myrian did a few more pull ups before moving on to crunches and push ups. She was training her body everyday. Maintaining her strength to maximize her results when she trained with her fists. Just because she wasn't in Taloba didn't mean she fell below clan standards.
Three push ups in and Kaie paused. She was halfway between the ground and an upright position when the uneasiness crept over her. Her muscles tensed, not because of the pressure, but because of sudden unease. She tossed her head back some to get her long brunette curls out of her vision. Brown eyes scanned the forest around her intensely, searching for the source of her unrest. Though nothing was caught, Kaie retired from her work out and stood. She glanced around, spinning in a circle once. Still nothing. The Myrian trusted her senses enough not to let it go.
"You. Come out," She said in her best Common to sound clear, minimizing her accent as best as she could. Gradually, Kaie began to second guess her own instincts. Was she paranoid or was someone really watching her?
She could still hear them despite the fact she was in the woods a mile or so away from them. The travelers coming through by the Mirahil pass. It was early and the traders were hauling their cargo, their horses clip-clopping along the path carelessly. They were shouting to one another, making their plans for the day, and choosing their destinations to find a new shipment. Perhaps some were here for schooling, young sons and daughters using their parent's occupation as an excuse to arrive in Zeltiva. Maybe they were all really here exclusively for business. Either way, Kaie was there for neither reason.
She was supposed to be on her way to the Sea of Grass. At least that was the understanding she thought she had established with her guide, another trader. Apparently her basic level of Common had caused confusion between the two. He was simply on a trade route via a caravan to his usual haunts. How foolish had she been to even believe such a large, unfit barbarian was even capable of bringing her to such a hostile environment. She supposed that was simply what one gets when they're desperate to find a way home.
Nonetheless here she was, out in the only other place that made her feel remotely at peace. The forest. Bronzed hands were wrapped tightly about a low branch, and she was lifting herself from a hanging position until she could see over her own hands. The Myrian did a few more pull ups before moving on to crunches and push ups. She was training her body everyday. Maintaining her strength to maximize her results when she trained with her fists. Just because she wasn't in Taloba didn't mean she fell below clan standards.
Three push ups in and Kaie paused. She was halfway between the ground and an upright position when the uneasiness crept over her. Her muscles tensed, not because of the pressure, but because of sudden unease. She tossed her head back some to get her long brunette curls out of her vision. Brown eyes scanned the forest around her intensely, searching for the source of her unrest. Though nothing was caught, Kaie retired from her work out and stood. She glanced around, spinning in a circle once. Still nothing. The Myrian trusted her senses enough not to let it go.
"You. Come out," She said in her best Common to sound clear, minimizing her accent as best as she could. Gradually, Kaie began to second guess her own instincts. Was she paranoid or was someone really watching her?
