70th Spring, 511 A.V. They had ridden out a ways from the roving city, and Sama'el was beginning to trust his sense of where they were better. The Emerald clansmen might be the best hunters, but he had been initiated into the Mysteries, and the Cyphrus Web opened parts of itself to him that he might range ahead, look behind, or even fix portions of the information network for his people. All the same, he was glad he had met Zakal and that the other young man seemed interested in a hunting partner. Watchman or no, Sama'el was on his own in Endrykas. The girl he wanted to marry had been given to another. His best friend loved him too well, and had run away when it wasn't reciprocated. His cousin, like unto a brother, was leaving Endrykas even when promises of revenge against the Zith were offered time and again. Once he had thought that returning to Endrykas would be the end of his great journey, the culmination and completion. Happiness. But happiness wasn't a state people were meant to remain in, it seemed. Certainly he was happier with his people than without them, but there was still struggle, hardship, and loss. These things were inescapable in life. He was only eighteen, but he had begun to realize that there were no true destinations on the road, only places to stop and rest. But even such thoughts could not tamp down his enthusiasm for long. He glanced over at Zakal and smiled. Their Striders were walking apace. "We have several options from here," he noted. "Should I check the Web or should we stick to more mundane methods of tracking prey? Either way. Up to you." He was an easy going fellow, and he certainly didn't want to pooch the possible friendship by being bossy. Though he wanted to have his own pavilion one day, leadership needn't always be oppressive. |