2nd of Summer 518av
Raeyn had spent the whole night, until the early hours of the morning looking for a way back. With nothing but the light from a torch and the moon, it was impossible. He had spent such a long time looking for his own footprints, snagged branches, any sign of where they might have come from. He was barely a novice tracker, however. The sharpness of his eyes failed him and in the dark fog he couldn't come even close to tracking his way back.
Eventually, defeated he retreated thicker into the woods to pick a spot where he and his dog could camp out for the night.
It was at this point that Raeyn cursed himself for not thinking to spend a few kina on a sturdy tent. Late in the night the temperatures dropped and the fog dampened his clothing slightly. Had he been prepared, midnight beasts would have been his only problem but now even the environment seemed to be against him.
The first step was to light a campfire. If he was hoping to get any shut eye at all, he needed to warm up. It took considerable time to find enough twigs and leaves that were not dampened by the fog so much that they were rendered useless and many of them he harvested from the trees themselves. He weaved the twigs together in a slightly haphazard manner so that they would not come apart and cleared a perimeter ring around. The last thing he needed on his hands was a forest fire. Using the flint and steel he at least had had enough sense to bring, Raeyn lit a small fire and warmed his hands.
The next point of priority was creating a shelter. That he hadn't even the first clue how to do. If it rained in the night he'd be risking a cold or even pneumonia. So desperate times called for desperate measures. If it took the whole night, he had to experiment and figure something out.
To say that Raeyn was fearless was to be fooled by the exterior of a very practical, somewhat impassive man. Inside he trembled but he knew there was no time for wallowing in self pity. Such things should be left for the protective interiors of a city. In the Unforgiving he was left to his own devices, able to count only on himself to pull though this unfortunate circumstance. Any time doing nothing was time wasted. Any time spent wallowing was a tempting of fate, daring it to bring about misfortune in the form of harsh weather, a beast or worse. Yes, Raeyn was most certainly terrified to be alone in an unfamiliar, dangerous place but he did have priorities.
Raeyn had spent the whole night, until the early hours of the morning looking for a way back. With nothing but the light from a torch and the moon, it was impossible. He had spent such a long time looking for his own footprints, snagged branches, any sign of where they might have come from. He was barely a novice tracker, however. The sharpness of his eyes failed him and in the dark fog he couldn't come even close to tracking his way back.
Eventually, defeated he retreated thicker into the woods to pick a spot where he and his dog could camp out for the night.
It was at this point that Raeyn cursed himself for not thinking to spend a few kina on a sturdy tent. Late in the night the temperatures dropped and the fog dampened his clothing slightly. Had he been prepared, midnight beasts would have been his only problem but now even the environment seemed to be against him.
The first step was to light a campfire. If he was hoping to get any shut eye at all, he needed to warm up. It took considerable time to find enough twigs and leaves that were not dampened by the fog so much that they were rendered useless and many of them he harvested from the trees themselves. He weaved the twigs together in a slightly haphazard manner so that they would not come apart and cleared a perimeter ring around. The last thing he needed on his hands was a forest fire. Using the flint and steel he at least had had enough sense to bring, Raeyn lit a small fire and warmed his hands.
The next point of priority was creating a shelter. That he hadn't even the first clue how to do. If it rained in the night he'd be risking a cold or even pneumonia. So desperate times called for desperate measures. If it took the whole night, he had to experiment and figure something out.
To say that Raeyn was fearless was to be fooled by the exterior of a very practical, somewhat impassive man. Inside he trembled but he knew there was no time for wallowing in self pity. Such things should be left for the protective interiors of a city. In the Unforgiving he was left to his own devices, able to count only on himself to pull though this unfortunate circumstance. Any time doing nothing was time wasted. Any time spent wallowing was a tempting of fate, daring it to bring about misfortune in the form of harsh weather, a beast or worse. Yes, Raeyn was most certainly terrified to be alone in an unfamiliar, dangerous place but he did have priorities.
