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[Aasha Moontears]

50th, Fall, 513AV Cool bitter breeze slapped Aasha's face which sent chills down her up and down her body. She was up very early... before the sun came up. Her brown hair was in a neat braid which was laying on her shoulder. She played with her hair a bit, before checking on Keno, seeing how he would be holding up from the cold wind. Aasha decided to wear her mother's arm band that she gave her before she died, put on her red shirt, and black pants. She crossed her arms to try to keep herself warm. When she reach Keno, she can already see other Dryka men and women up, pulling their horses and mounting them. Must be going hunting I guess... She didn't really give any thought about it. Keno was awake and restless as usually. She leaned in and began scratching his ears. The wind died down after an hour past and the sun finally began to raise. Aasha was back outside of her tent, planning what she might want to do. I guess I could just wander around a bit at the Threaded Hide or just go riding..? She knew she did need to continue practising her weaving... but she was looking for something more entertaining, just something different that she didn't want to miss out. Aasha never really went out of her comfort zone ever. She guest that she was just bored and maybe that was it. Aasha began walking over to the Threaded Hide. [b]Maybe I should just have some me time, meet others have fun for one day or two...

[Fallan Windchaser]

Along with nearly all of the Drykas, Fallans first thoughts of the day were of his horse and since this day was also earmarked for the shifting of camp to the next staging point on the Run he was pointedly staying away from the Pavilion and the chaos, well organised that it might be of the packing of the contents and the taking down of the tent.

Since he'd been starting to work once more on his leatherwork, he had decided to visit the Threaded Hide for inspiration of what he might do next, especially with regards to the more decorative elements that he had not properly attempted before.

So this early morning just past the middle of the season, he found himself browsing the wares in that Pavilion whilst not appearing so interested in anything that any of the staff would approach him in order to help sell it to him.