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Vhalar 62nd 717
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
Qit'ria awoke quickly, hearing the first of the songbirds beginning to start their daily calling to find a mate. She silently slipped from her bedroll, every action as quiet as possible was becoming automatic to the woman. The birds were loud, raucous. That was a good sign. Birds were always a good warning sign for larger predators being nearby, for they often got quiet or flew away all together. She dressed in her loin cloth and blouse, grabbed her strap of javelins and shortsword, suiting up. The woman did not tire, for this far from civilization, from the annoyances of people, she found peace. She slept well, even with trying to keep an ever listening ear for dangers.
Slipping out from her tent, she dipped down low beneath the thorny blackberry bush. She very much intentionally had chosen this spot for her temporary shelter. No longer would she be in the open, no longer would her guard be down. She grabbed her cloak, and pulled it over her shoulders, pulling up the hood as she laid down flat against the dirt and she crawled down through the small gap below the bush. She shuffled forward like the damn badger that haunted her hunts from time to time.
Once at the edge of the bush, she looked out over the clearing. Her eyes first drifted to where she'd hidden her pull cart, containing much of her less essential gear, gear that she would move out once she built a permanent home. The branch she'd tied down over the cart still hid it quite well. She made the decision to use this clearing still, even after being stumbled upon by that man in black. Once her permanent home was set up, away from here, she'd establish a decoy camp here. One that if people came looking for her, would find this, and assume it to be hers, or abandoned by another. Keep them away from her true camp.
She scanned the entire clearing, looking for any significant changes. There weren't any, and it seemed safe, as small birds and a few squirrels were foraging in the area. Qit eased herself out into the grass like a large snake until she was free of the blackberry bush's barbs. Rising up into a crouch, she could see some of the more observant birds were staring at her now, but the squirrels had paid no mind. Soon, she hoped, she'd be able to sneak up on a squirrel and grab it by the tail. Her mother would do that often for her as a child, much to Qit's amusement. Many a breakfast was started that way.
Qit was on the south side of the clearing, and she stuck to the tree line, heading westward for her first tripwire. Coming up on it, this was the one she'd rigged just with nels. For the most part it was still good, though it had begun to sag a bit. Following the ends, she saw that one of the saplings she'd strung it to had begun to lean from the pull of the string. Qit freed the little sapling, apologizing to it silently, and led the line to another, more sturdy tree. She then left to check her southern and eastern lines, staying within the trees, never walking within the clearing proper, every step she took to avoid the debris, careful and deliberate, all of which was coming much more naturally to the woman. Both of these lines were still in good condition, so Qit looped around northward, making her way toward the river.
WC: (596/596)
Slipping out from her tent, she dipped down low beneath the thorny blackberry bush. She very much intentionally had chosen this spot for her temporary shelter. No longer would she be in the open, no longer would her guard be down. She grabbed her cloak, and pulled it over her shoulders, pulling up the hood as she laid down flat against the dirt and she crawled down through the small gap below the bush. She shuffled forward like the damn badger that haunted her hunts from time to time.
Once at the edge of the bush, she looked out over the clearing. Her eyes first drifted to where she'd hidden her pull cart, containing much of her less essential gear, gear that she would move out once she built a permanent home. The branch she'd tied down over the cart still hid it quite well. She made the decision to use this clearing still, even after being stumbled upon by that man in black. Once her permanent home was set up, away from here, she'd establish a decoy camp here. One that if people came looking for her, would find this, and assume it to be hers, or abandoned by another. Keep them away from her true camp.
She scanned the entire clearing, looking for any significant changes. There weren't any, and it seemed safe, as small birds and a few squirrels were foraging in the area. Qit eased herself out into the grass like a large snake until she was free of the blackberry bush's barbs. Rising up into a crouch, she could see some of the more observant birds were staring at her now, but the squirrels had paid no mind. Soon, she hoped, she'd be able to sneak up on a squirrel and grab it by the tail. Her mother would do that often for her as a child, much to Qit's amusement. Many a breakfast was started that way.
Qit was on the south side of the clearing, and she stuck to the tree line, heading westward for her first tripwire. Coming up on it, this was the one she'd rigged just with nels. For the most part it was still good, though it had begun to sag a bit. Following the ends, she saw that one of the saplings she'd strung it to had begun to lean from the pull of the string. Qit freed the little sapling, apologizing to it silently, and led the line to another, more sturdy tree. She then left to check her southern and eastern lines, staying within the trees, never walking within the clearing proper, every step she took to avoid the debris, careful and deliberate, all of which was coming much more naturally to the woman. Both of these lines were still in good condition, so Qit looped around northward, making her way toward the river.
WC: (596/596)
Created by Yolande
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