Onward with the chase! [January 2010] {Calon}
Nov 16, 2017 23:03:45 GMT -5
Post by Narbeleth on Nov 16, 2017 23:03:45 GMT -5
Plop.
One pebble dropped.
Plop.
Another.
Plip. Plop.
Two more. Then silence.
Next, the soft call of the Lyre bird.
It was a secret language they had created. Narbeleth and Calon had discovered many forms of communication in their months of exploits. They reveled in it. The patter of pebbles from the treetop meant that there were four stag. The lyre bird's call meant due east. Narbeleth had climbed all the way to the top of a tall linden tree as the lookout, and was signaling down to Calon who waited below.
She began her silent descent, her toes within the soft soled boots gripping the tree trunk for ease of movement, wearing her leggings and leather jerkin for much the same. Her dark hair was pulled back in a long braid behind her, and within it stuck a white chicken feather. The feather served no purpose save for amusement.
The hunt to them was a game. It was of course a necessity as well; for meat was needed on the table, and skins were useful for many things. Even the bones barely went to waste, for some could be boiled some could be carved down for tools, and some were simply given as chews to Drauchir and Draugris, the half grown hound pups that Calon had acquired from his Aunt not long after they had moved to their own home.
The hounds were still in training, though today they had left them at home as they took silent pursuit on foot. Once she reached the forest floor, he now would go to the right, and she to the left. Some hunters sat perched upon their tree stands, or hidden within a cluster of trees or shrubs, yet that was simply too tedious for the young couple. Perhaps if wild game had been less plentiful and it were a demand. Patience with them, however, was limited. They needed to be moving their bodies and adored the chase.
Narbeleth worked herself down from the tall limbs, hand over hand and foot over foot; her placements were careful and she had no difficulty making her way. She climbed with grace and skill and did not even set the leaves to tremble or the branches to shake. While she had always been athletic, her muscles had grown strong in her months living on the seaside, and even moreso since she had taken up her exploits with Calon.
As the woman reached the lowest branch, she climbed out lithely onto it and looked to the mossy ground some yards below. She surveyed the landing, and then with quick gracefulness, moved herself to hang from the limb and drop, landing silent and crouched on both her feet and hands. It was only a moment before she straightened, grasped the long bow and quiver she had left against the tree trunk, and arched an eyebrow toward Calon. The side nod of her head meant 'Onward with the chase!'
One pebble dropped.
Plop.
Another.
Plip. Plop.
Two more. Then silence.
Next, the soft call of the Lyre bird.
It was a secret language they had created. Narbeleth and Calon had discovered many forms of communication in their months of exploits. They reveled in it. The patter of pebbles from the treetop meant that there were four stag. The lyre bird's call meant due east. Narbeleth had climbed all the way to the top of a tall linden tree as the lookout, and was signaling down to Calon who waited below.
She began her silent descent, her toes within the soft soled boots gripping the tree trunk for ease of movement, wearing her leggings and leather jerkin for much the same. Her dark hair was pulled back in a long braid behind her, and within it stuck a white chicken feather. The feather served no purpose save for amusement.
The hunt to them was a game. It was of course a necessity as well; for meat was needed on the table, and skins were useful for many things. Even the bones barely went to waste, for some could be boiled some could be carved down for tools, and some were simply given as chews to Drauchir and Draugris, the half grown hound pups that Calon had acquired from his Aunt not long after they had moved to their own home.
The hounds were still in training, though today they had left them at home as they took silent pursuit on foot. Once she reached the forest floor, he now would go to the right, and she to the left. Some hunters sat perched upon their tree stands, or hidden within a cluster of trees or shrubs, yet that was simply too tedious for the young couple. Perhaps if wild game had been less plentiful and it were a demand. Patience with them, however, was limited. They needed to be moving their bodies and adored the chase.
Narbeleth worked herself down from the tall limbs, hand over hand and foot over foot; her placements were careful and she had no difficulty making her way. She climbed with grace and skill and did not even set the leaves to tremble or the branches to shake. While she had always been athletic, her muscles had grown strong in her months living on the seaside, and even moreso since she had taken up her exploits with Calon.
As the woman reached the lowest branch, she climbed out lithely onto it and looked to the mossy ground some yards below. She surveyed the landing, and then with quick gracefulness, moved herself to hang from the limb and drop, landing silent and crouched on both her feet and hands. It was only a moment before she straightened, grasped the long bow and quiver she had left against the tree trunk, and arched an eyebrow toward Calon. The side nod of her head meant 'Onward with the chase!'
