by Jarhal Treeshadow on January 6th, 2011, 3:32 pm
What a beautiful day to be a Drykas. The grasslands could be a grand place even in the most inhospitable season, nature had a resiliency Jarhal envied greatly. He had bitten his lip a week ago and it still hurt! But out here he barely noticed any pains or worries. When he caught a breeze, untainted by any smoke of a campfire or other touch of man, and saw the stalks of grass around him bend in a dance with the wind... well, it made him a real optimist about the world.
Today he was dressed much the same as he always was. Snug brown leather boots with scant fur about the tops met with the dull green of his stitched pants. A matching green long-sleeved shirt was covered by a brown leather vest, and he wore green archer's gloves on both his hands. Draped over all of it was a heavy cloak of a darker green with an elk fur lining. His quiver and pack, with what he'd need for one of his journeys like today, shared space on his back as he carried his simple wood-and-horn composite bow in one hand.
These journeys were not too rare for the emerald hunter, to go any more often would be to invite bad luck. They were journeys with a very general purpose: to find things others had not yet seen. One might think he was a treasure-hunter and that might be correct, but he cared little for gold mizas or ancient ruins. No, he was looking for Caiyha's treasures planted in Cyphrus like the jewels the Clans took for their namesakes. Even though he had failed to find anything notable yet in his searching, he was not disheartened. The act of searching was enough to keep him satisfied.
This time it was a bit different however. For the first time he had someone else to search with, someone closer to nature than him when you got down to it. Featherline would be an interesting companion, and certainly much better to talk with than Chural or Topher. The dog and horse accompanied him today, standing to either side of him in the tall grass and looking as eager as their human was. He had been unsure if he should have acquired the Kelvic woman a horse or not, but he decided they could share his strider if it came down to that. The woman could turn into a bird at will, after all.