27 Ashan 721
Dan chopped the last of the wild leeks into the soup pot along with fish from his fish trap, and a few stored winter roots, put the lid on the pot, and hung it over the tiny brazier to cook. Even as small as it was, the fire in the brazier kept his tent warm enough, and it meant he needed to gather and store less fuel for it. Gathering anything at the moment in the swirling mist was an adventure in itself. Earlier in the morning, when he had gone the short distance from the slight rise he was camped on, down to the stream to fetch water and check his fish trap, he had taken his spear with him and used it to probe ahead of him as he went. It had, at least, saved him from stumbling off the bank into the stream. Getting back had been simpler, if not easier. He'd followed his own tracks, as if he was hunting.
Now he put the cooking time to use by crossing from his side of the tent, lined with pale felt hangings for warmth, and floored with tanned furs, to the side for his ponies, Cloud and Smoke. They also had the pale felt hangings, but the floor was a thick layer of pine branches instead, sending the crisp scent of crushed pine wafting up with every step. He brushed them down, checked their hooves, and realised that their ears were pricked forward, listening intently to something outside. "What is it?" he signed absently, cocking his head to listen too, and catching the sounds of something fairly large moving around out there.
He grimaced, caught up his spear, snagged his raincloak from where it hung from a hook on a tent pole, and wrapped it round him before he folded back the tent flap and stepped out into the murk. The mist wasn't rain, but it was definitely able to soak you if you stayed out long enough. He vastly preferred to stay dry at this time of the arc - Saun was a different matter.
Outside the mist had grown thicker still since his morning expedition, and the firelight shining through the open tent flap reflected off it to make a bright golden glow. The sounds were clearer too and coming closer - hooves and feet by the sound of it. Someone lost in the mist perhaps. Cloud, the older of his grey ponies poked her head out too, looking like a piece of white mist come to life, and whinneyed. A muffled response came back and Dan sighed. "You would," he told her with resignation. "Well, let's hope it isn't somebody dangerous."
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Dan chopped the last of the wild leeks into the soup pot along with fish from his fish trap, and a few stored winter roots, put the lid on the pot, and hung it over the tiny brazier to cook. Even as small as it was, the fire in the brazier kept his tent warm enough, and it meant he needed to gather and store less fuel for it. Gathering anything at the moment in the swirling mist was an adventure in itself. Earlier in the morning, when he had gone the short distance from the slight rise he was camped on, down to the stream to fetch water and check his fish trap, he had taken his spear with him and used it to probe ahead of him as he went. It had, at least, saved him from stumbling off the bank into the stream. Getting back had been simpler, if not easier. He'd followed his own tracks, as if he was hunting.
Now he put the cooking time to use by crossing from his side of the tent, lined with pale felt hangings for warmth, and floored with tanned furs, to the side for his ponies, Cloud and Smoke. They also had the pale felt hangings, but the floor was a thick layer of pine branches instead, sending the crisp scent of crushed pine wafting up with every step. He brushed them down, checked their hooves, and realised that their ears were pricked forward, listening intently to something outside. "What is it?" he signed absently, cocking his head to listen too, and catching the sounds of something fairly large moving around out there.
He grimaced, caught up his spear, snagged his raincloak from where it hung from a hook on a tent pole, and wrapped it round him before he folded back the tent flap and stepped out into the murk. The mist wasn't rain, but it was definitely able to soak you if you stayed out long enough. He vastly preferred to stay dry at this time of the arc - Saun was a different matter.
Outside the mist had grown thicker still since his morning expedition, and the firelight shining through the open tent flap reflected off it to make a bright golden glow. The sounds were clearer too and coming closer - hooves and feet by the sound of it. Someone lost in the mist perhaps. Cloud, the older of his grey ponies poked her head out too, looking like a piece of white mist come to life, and whinneyed. A muffled response came back and Dan sighed. "You would," he told her with resignation. "Well, let's hope it isn't somebody dangerous."
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