36, Spring 503 AV It was cold for the spring, but that didn't stop the hearty Inarta from going about their business. The sun shone in a crisp blue sky, teasing of the warmth of summer, as the gusts of wind swept any hopes of a warm day away. The wind blew particularly hard on the cliffs surrounding Wind Reach, but it was beautiful. The view from the edge could extend miles on a clear day, the landscape below a breathtaking thing to behold. Even so,it was dangerous even for one who had grown up with adults scolding to be careful about falling off the mountain. Of course, that made children want even more to go and see exactly what was so dangerous. Without fail, every year a group of kids would sneak out in the dark of night to go see these cliffs. It was a good year if none of them fell. Aidara stood on the edge of these cliffs peering down as if she could see through the clouds that gathered hundreds of feet below. Her hands tucked inside of her coat, an unnatural stance for one who literally toed the line against death. Although, she supposed that if she fell, having her hands in or out of her pockets would make little difference in her plummet to earth. It was still chilly, and even though it was spring Aidara still sported her Katinu, mittens and knee high winter boots. Despite her close proximity to the edge of the cliff, Aidara had no intentions of jumping off... not that it hadn't crossed her mind. She flinched as an eagle wheeled over head, crying down at her in what she took as a mockery. Green eyes swept up towards the bird with a hateful glare before she turned on her heel and strode away from the cliff. She snatched her bow from where she had laid it on a boulder, swinging the quiver full of arrows over her shoulder as she peered around for a place to practice. With a sigh, she headed towards an outcropping of trees. |