35 Winter, 510 AV
Ariel was sitting with her back as straight as possible in Rafael's saddle. Her hands were tightly gripping his leather reigns, the red pigmentation that filled them growing more and more prominent as she clutched them. Ariel's feet were resting in he stirrups, and were right up against Rafael's side. She was squeezing his sides with her tiny clay feet, willing him to press onwards and keep up with Arabella, a Drykas, who for some strange reason, asked her to come along on a hunt, even though Ariel assured her that someone as tiny as she wouldn't be much use in such a situation.
Rafael was a few paces behind Arabella, following her along like a shadow being cast in the presence of a great deal of light. Ariel smiled pleasantly as the sun beat down on them, and she followed Ara along, her kitten's trot constantly struggling to keep up with Arabella's pace. Ariel flicked the reigns, and gave Rafael a swift kick. "Keep up would ya?" Ariel muttered, as the kitten kicked up tiny clods of dirt in its wake.
Ariel had never been on a hunt before. But then again, she assumed that her lack of knowledge on how hunts worked had to do with the fact that her kind had no use for such outings. After all, they lived entirely off of clay. All they needed to do was find a deposit, rip off a few good-sized pieces, and they'd be good to go for a few months, after all, they only needed to eat once every two weeks or so, more often if they were sick or injured, obviously. Ariel sighed, she couldn't imagine having to work so hard for food. She wondered how all the other Mizaharian races managed.
Ariel flicked Rafael's reigns again as the kitten trailed behind Arabella, right up against her heels. The soft pads of his feet making next to no sound as he walked. The travelers had been silent for quite some time, until Ariel spoke again, "hey Ara, may I ask what exactly we're looking for? I don't mean to appear naive, but, I have never been on a hunt before, and would like to be as helpful as possible, you know?"
OOCAnd by "flicked" I mean when a rider cracks them on the horse's back/neck like a whip... sorry I know there should be a term for that, but I sure as heck don't know it. >.<