Post by Brownie on Jan 4, 2018 21:35:26 GMT -5
(Pronounciation guide as well as character bios and misc things now on post II)
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"Almi."
"Hm?"
"Does it get easier?"
Almi turned to face us. The firelight flickered off the angles of his face: sharpening his chin, hollowing his jaw, painting the scar across his nose in a blaze of silver. "Yeah, I guess it does." He rolled on his back, digging his shoulders into the bedroll to make it more comfortable. "At least, you should get less stupid."
Rekh crossed her arms, giving Almi's back her best glare. "I'm not stupid."
"Then who was it that fell into the ingiti nest?"
"I tripped, Tamvironin," Rekh snapped back. "Not that you helped me anyways."
"Tam, leave her be." I pulled on Tam's bedroll and he turned away with a sigh. "And Rekh. . . just try and ignore him, okay? We all need sleep."
I didn't wait for a reply, turning my back to the fire. Honestly, this wasn't how I'd imagined my first trip in training to be. I'd always thought I'd be travelling with Sashko; we would stay up for nights on end telling each other stories of how that first scouting mission would be together, piling loads of Ma's candles under that little tent we had made together from the garir Sashko shot.
But Sashko made it to geld two while I only barely scraped my way into geld four.
Tamvironin was a good shot and knew his stuff when it came to the creatures that roamed the foothills, even if he could be an arrogant braggart at times. At least he was easy to talk to, there were very few times along the way that Tam wasn't talking about one thing or another or telling a story about his brothers (who, collectively, seemed to have the most interesting lives in the world, and who, I'm pretty certain, do not exist).
Rekh reminded me of Sashko sometimes: both had long, dark hair they kept in a single braid and both were about the same height. But that's where all similarities ended. Rekh was vain, stupid, and had a thin voice that tunneled into my ears and gnawed on my brain. What she was doing in guild training or even how she passed entry was beyond me. She wasn't a bad person. She had amazing deductive skills when she wanted to use them, and her cooking was phenomenal, but making sure she didn't get herself killed was worse than keeping a kid out of the sweets closet.
Cyrin was always the last one in our group. She was always silent even when Tam and I try to include her in our conversations, only replying with single words and rarely varying from a short 'yes' or 'no', and always was away, doing her own thing. Sometimes half the day would go by and she would be gone, only to reappear with a pack full of berries, herbs, or lesser gemstones, usually with a few small creatures hanging from her pack as well. I resisted the urge to turn back to the fire and see what she was doing, instead screwing my eyes shut against the dim light.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I figure out where she was going. The logs shifted in the fire, sending embers hissing through the air. I yawned.
Tomorrow.
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You know the feeling when someones cooking an amazing breakfast in the other room and the smells come drifting down the hall and right under your door. It feels as if you're in some sort of amazing dream that you don't want to wake up from. Then there's that one moment, that instant when you realize that feeling isn't from a dream but is a real, tangible thing you can actually eat. You snap awake then, practically drooling as you lay there, stretching out that moment of perfection, of anticipation, of absolute amazement for a few more moments.
Today was not one of those days.
I woke with a layer of ash coating my tongue and the sour tang of char in my nose. I coughed, curling tighter under my blanket. It was only by sheer force of will I peeled myself from my bedroll, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I groped for my waterskin, conveniently close as my bag already doubled as a pillow for lack of any better replacement. Only about a quarter was left after yesterday's hike. I gulped it down with a wince, a harsh reminder that I should always to keep up with supplies. Feeling slightly rejuvenated, I stretched, stood and started packing my bedroll, knowing we wouldn't even start the breakfast fire until Almi deemed us ready for the day.
Cyrin was gone, though her pack, bedroll tied tightly to the top, remained in her place. Rikh was also absent, her bedroll still sprawled across the ground. Tam was snoring softly, face pressed into the side of his pack. Only Almi was there, watching me through half closed eyes as he leaned against the stone wall. I gave him a nod -- a bit awkwardly im sure -- before stepping outside.
It wasn't quite sunrise yet, but the first glimmer of light burned the east horizon pink and orange. The plains below me roiled with grey fog, more like an ocean than foothills. For all the danger a guild member went through, few people would ever have the opportunity to leave the Circle and see how the world really was, to see the views I was starting to take for granted. We were camped in a cave about a quarter up the side of a mountain: a common resting point for scouts as it allowed for quick study of the foothills while providing a good deal of safety from predators. It was also along the path leading to one of the only winter passes for this mountain range.
A little field, perhaps only twenty yards wide and forty long, was boxed in between scraggly mountain cliffs, a little cove leading to a sizable cave the scouts used for shelter. The only access was from a shaft that the guild had mined decades before, using a water-eroded tube as a baseline and widening out for human accommodation. Luckily for us, sabercats haven't yet figured out how to climb ladders. So as long as you weren't plucked away by dragons, this was one of the safest places in the wild, or so Almi told us as we set up for the night without the usual precautions. "If you get eaten here, you did something so stupid you deserve it."
I felt a touch on my shoulder and jumped. "Blockn'" Tam mumbled something unintelligible as i stepped aside to let him out. He walked like a drunk, eyes practically crossed.
"Hey, what're you doing up so early?"
Tam yawned, rubbed his eyes, shook his head slightly. He didn't look any more awake than before.
"Well don't miss the view. Not like you'll wake up early enough to see it again."
Tam's grumbled response could have been anything and i didn't bother trying to translate. I stepped back inside the cave, stomach growling at me as if I had forgotten my own hunger. I was surprised to see Cyrin starting a fire with a flint while Rikh was sifting through her pack. Two fish shimmered with water on the stone floor and Rikhs hair dripped, adding dark circles to the pattern.
But i sure hadn't seen them pass me when i was standing right in the doorway. My confusion must have been apparent. Almi tipped his head to the back of the cave. "There's a lake back there. Rikh and Cyrin left the fire going and there's stones to warm the water if you or Tamvi wish it."
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- - - -
"Almi."
"Hm?"
"Does it get easier?"
Almi turned to face us. The firelight flickered off the angles of his face: sharpening his chin, hollowing his jaw, painting the scar across his nose in a blaze of silver. "Yeah, I guess it does." He rolled on his back, digging his shoulders into the bedroll to make it more comfortable. "At least, you should get less stupid."
Rekh crossed her arms, giving Almi's back her best glare. "I'm not stupid."
"Then who was it that fell into the ingiti nest?"
"I tripped, Tamvironin," Rekh snapped back. "Not that you helped me anyways."
"Tam, leave her be." I pulled on Tam's bedroll and he turned away with a sigh. "And Rekh. . . just try and ignore him, okay? We all need sleep."
I didn't wait for a reply, turning my back to the fire. Honestly, this wasn't how I'd imagined my first trip in training to be. I'd always thought I'd be travelling with Sashko; we would stay up for nights on end telling each other stories of how that first scouting mission would be together, piling loads of Ma's candles under that little tent we had made together from the garir Sashko shot.
But Sashko made it to geld two while I only barely scraped my way into geld four.
Tamvironin was a good shot and knew his stuff when it came to the creatures that roamed the foothills, even if he could be an arrogant braggart at times. At least he was easy to talk to, there were very few times along the way that Tam wasn't talking about one thing or another or telling a story about his brothers (who, collectively, seemed to have the most interesting lives in the world, and who, I'm pretty certain, do not exist).
Rekh reminded me of Sashko sometimes: both had long, dark hair they kept in a single braid and both were about the same height. But that's where all similarities ended. Rekh was vain, stupid, and had a thin voice that tunneled into my ears and gnawed on my brain. What she was doing in guild training or even how she passed entry was beyond me. She wasn't a bad person. She had amazing deductive skills when she wanted to use them, and her cooking was phenomenal, but making sure she didn't get herself killed was worse than keeping a kid out of the sweets closet.
Cyrin was always the last one in our group. She was always silent even when Tam and I try to include her in our conversations, only replying with single words and rarely varying from a short 'yes' or 'no', and always was away, doing her own thing. Sometimes half the day would go by and she would be gone, only to reappear with a pack full of berries, herbs, or lesser gemstones, usually with a few small creatures hanging from her pack as well. I resisted the urge to turn back to the fire and see what she was doing, instead screwing my eyes shut against the dim light.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I figure out where she was going. The logs shifted in the fire, sending embers hissing through the air. I yawned.
Tomorrow.
- - -
You know the feeling when someones cooking an amazing breakfast in the other room and the smells come drifting down the hall and right under your door. It feels as if you're in some sort of amazing dream that you don't want to wake up from. Then there's that one moment, that instant when you realize that feeling isn't from a dream but is a real, tangible thing you can actually eat. You snap awake then, practically drooling as you lay there, stretching out that moment of perfection, of anticipation, of absolute amazement for a few more moments.
Today was not one of those days.
I woke with a layer of ash coating my tongue and the sour tang of char in my nose. I coughed, curling tighter under my blanket. It was only by sheer force of will I peeled myself from my bedroll, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I groped for my waterskin, conveniently close as my bag already doubled as a pillow for lack of any better replacement. Only about a quarter was left after yesterday's hike. I gulped it down with a wince, a harsh reminder that I should always to keep up with supplies. Feeling slightly rejuvenated, I stretched, stood and started packing my bedroll, knowing we wouldn't even start the breakfast fire until Almi deemed us ready for the day.
Cyrin was gone, though her pack, bedroll tied tightly to the top, remained in her place. Rikh was also absent, her bedroll still sprawled across the ground. Tam was snoring softly, face pressed into the side of his pack. Only Almi was there, watching me through half closed eyes as he leaned against the stone wall. I gave him a nod -- a bit awkwardly im sure -- before stepping outside.
It wasn't quite sunrise yet, but the first glimmer of light burned the east horizon pink and orange. The plains below me roiled with grey fog, more like an ocean than foothills. For all the danger a guild member went through, few people would ever have the opportunity to leave the Circle and see how the world really was, to see the views I was starting to take for granted. We were camped in a cave about a quarter up the side of a mountain: a common resting point for scouts as it allowed for quick study of the foothills while providing a good deal of safety from predators. It was also along the path leading to one of the only winter passes for this mountain range.
A little field, perhaps only twenty yards wide and forty long, was boxed in between scraggly mountain cliffs, a little cove leading to a sizable cave the scouts used for shelter. The only access was from a shaft that the guild had mined decades before, using a water-eroded tube as a baseline and widening out for human accommodation. Luckily for us, sabercats haven't yet figured out how to climb ladders. So as long as you weren't plucked away by dragons, this was one of the safest places in the wild, or so Almi told us as we set up for the night without the usual precautions. "If you get eaten here, you did something so stupid you deserve it."
I felt a touch on my shoulder and jumped. "Blockn'" Tam mumbled something unintelligible as i stepped aside to let him out. He walked like a drunk, eyes practically crossed.
"Hey, what're you doing up so early?"
Tam yawned, rubbed his eyes, shook his head slightly. He didn't look any more awake than before.
"Well don't miss the view. Not like you'll wake up early enough to see it again."
Tam's grumbled response could have been anything and i didn't bother trying to translate. I stepped back inside the cave, stomach growling at me as if I had forgotten my own hunger. I was surprised to see Cyrin starting a fire with a flint while Rikh was sifting through her pack. Two fish shimmered with water on the stone floor and Rikhs hair dripped, adding dark circles to the pattern.
But i sure hadn't seen them pass me when i was standing right in the doorway. My confusion must have been apparent. Almi tipped his head to the back of the cave. "There's a lake back there. Rikh and Cyrin left the fire going and there's stones to warm the water if you or Tamvi wish it."
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