30 Fall in the Year 510 AV
Silwyn looked around her apartment which she had inherited from her teacher, Anhasha, after her death, at all the batches of white cloth that sat in a corner, waiting for her to bring them to life. Then she looked around at the piles of drying woad leaves, which she'd use to make a dark blue, huckleberry to be made into lavendar, sorrel roots that would make a dark green, grand fir bark that would make pink, madder that would make red, dried hibiscus flowers that would also made red, and sighed. She not only needed a few more buckets of water, and perhaps some salt, but the bark of various trees so that she could make shades such as brown. She figured that if she got the ingredients in time, she could dye a few clothes just in time for the middle of the fall season. Certainly, those who bought her wares would enjoy being able to buy the brown shades which she would produce for them.
Silwyn sat quietly in her apartment a moment, allowing the smell of the drying roots and flowers to drown out all the noise around her, and all the other smells, most of which, she couldn't even begin to make out. She was going to need someone to come with her. Although she knew a bit about using a bow, she was never particularly skilled with one. Besides, even if she were skilled, she didn't own one. Add to the fact that it was getting cold her, and the trip would take her at least a night, she would definitely need someone a little more knowledgeable in life outside of her home to help her.
Silwyn scrambled around her apartment, looking for her backpack. Now where'd it go? she thought to herself as she moved some herbs aside, and found it behind a large stack of red leaf buds. She pulled it out from behind the mess her supplies made and peered inside, it didn't contain much- only a little money, her toiletries, an eating knife, steel and flint, and the rest of her week's rations. It'll have to do she though to herself, as she cleaned her eating knife on her shirt, she felt that it was a little dirty. She closed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, thinking about how long it would take her to retrieve the oak bark, acorns, and the inner bark of the white birch tree that she needed for her dyes, and realistically, how much she could carry on her person, and who on earth would help her, after all, she didn't have too many friends.
She looked down at her small stack of cloth, she'd need to get more before the end of the season. She picked one up, let the soft cotton fibers tickle her fingers. Thinking that it may be cold, she threw it around her neck, a cheap, ugly scarf, but at least it may help her to keep warm.
Silwyn pressed her right hand along the walls, as she eft her home, and headed towards the outside world. It bothered her that she had to leave all of her supplies unattended. But then again, who would want to take them? To everyone but her, her supplies were a useless collection of tree bark, dried leaves, and twigs. She began to follow the maze of passageways until she found herself outside, in the cold fall air. The air was so cold, it stung her nose a bit, and she could just imagine it turning as red as her hair. She looked at the area that surrounded her- the sun hanging highly in the sky above her, the entrance to the homes of the inarta behind her, the bottom of the mountain below her.
Silwyn paused, wondering where she should go from here. Should she head down the mountain, and hope someone joined her on her quest for dyeing supplies? Or head back the way that she had come and ask around? In the end, she decided to head a little farther down, and see if any of the eagle riders were out and about and ready to accompany her on her short adventure down the mountain.