While traveling over the Plains, the group would occasionally descend down onto the grassy lands in order to gather food and water, as well as stretch their legs. While the journey from Reim to Kou had been longer, it had been somewhat easier having Azix as company, even if the magician was angry with her for part of it. While she did not dislike her companions, she was far closer to Azix and felt as if she could act naturally around him as a friend, and not as a representative of her nation.
Regardless, the Fanalis woman attempted to maintain good ties with Hojo and Balsa, being more familiar with the former of the pair of Kouens. They talked strategy with bits of veiled politics concerning the dungeon, but Ayero wasn’t that interested and obliged conversation to maintain face. She noted how Yael, the other Fanalis woman seemed to listen quietly to their conversations, rarely interjecting. She was curious as to what Yael was thinking. Perhaps she did not think she had a place in the conversation, or maybe she was just non-intrusive by nature. But it was unlike a Fanalis to be so quiet, unless perhaps she was not a full-blood?
Ayero cast a quick side glance toward Yael, her eyes lingering on the redhead for a few moments as she took in her form. Yael was seated with her legs dangling over the edge of the carpet, leaning on her hands as she gazed into the blue and green abyss behind them. Her body was built like that of a typical Fanalis: tall and strong. She’s most likely pure-blooded. I wonder why she’s so quiet. Maybe she just isn’t interested in our conversation. Ayero’s eyes glazed over as she mused on her own reserved nature, wondering if it could be attributed to her human side.
Before she could think too hard on it, Hojo cleared his throat gently. The noise brought Ayero out of her thoughts and she stared at the dark haired man questioningly. ”I think,” He began ”It might be time again. Our food is running low.” The Kouen gestured to their meager supply contained in a single sack, and it was enough reason for Ayero to agree. Wordlessly, the Fanalis woman guided the carpet down near a river bank.
It was unfortunate that they had not seen a trading outpost or farm over the last few days, as they had coin to spare and could easily purchase more food and supplies. Ayero personally didn’t mind hunting and gathering sustenance from the land; it was almost therapeutic in a way. But it took time that they’d rather spend traveling towards Buer. As the group dismounted the carpet, Ayero scanned the horizon, her eyes settling on the clouds blooming in the distance. They had been keeping an eye on them while in the sky, but they had been faster than the storm so far.
Hojo caught the tiny frown of displeasure on Ayero face and turned towards the skyline as well. After a few moments he spoke up. ”It looks like the storm is not more than a few hours off. It might be best to spend the night here. Balsa and I can set up the tent and gather water while you and Yael hunt.”
Ayero agreed with a sharp nod, jerking her head toward the hills in a motion for Yael to follow. Pausing in her steps, Ayero turned to call back to Hojo and Balsa. ”Make sure to set the tent up behind the hill in case the river floods.” The two Fanalis then walked away wordlessly while the Kouens went to work with the tent.
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Regardless, the Fanalis woman attempted to maintain good ties with Hojo and Balsa, being more familiar with the former of the pair of Kouens. They talked strategy with bits of veiled politics concerning the dungeon, but Ayero wasn’t that interested and obliged conversation to maintain face. She noted how Yael, the other Fanalis woman seemed to listen quietly to their conversations, rarely interjecting. She was curious as to what Yael was thinking. Perhaps she did not think she had a place in the conversation, or maybe she was just non-intrusive by nature. But it was unlike a Fanalis to be so quiet, unless perhaps she was not a full-blood?
Ayero cast a quick side glance toward Yael, her eyes lingering on the redhead for a few moments as she took in her form. Yael was seated with her legs dangling over the edge of the carpet, leaning on her hands as she gazed into the blue and green abyss behind them. Her body was built like that of a typical Fanalis: tall and strong. She’s most likely pure-blooded. I wonder why she’s so quiet. Maybe she just isn’t interested in our conversation. Ayero’s eyes glazed over as she mused on her own reserved nature, wondering if it could be attributed to her human side.
Before she could think too hard on it, Hojo cleared his throat gently. The noise brought Ayero out of her thoughts and she stared at the dark haired man questioningly. ”I think,” He began ”It might be time again. Our food is running low.” The Kouen gestured to their meager supply contained in a single sack, and it was enough reason for Ayero to agree. Wordlessly, the Fanalis woman guided the carpet down near a river bank.
It was unfortunate that they had not seen a trading outpost or farm over the last few days, as they had coin to spare and could easily purchase more food and supplies. Ayero personally didn’t mind hunting and gathering sustenance from the land; it was almost therapeutic in a way. But it took time that they’d rather spend traveling towards Buer. As the group dismounted the carpet, Ayero scanned the horizon, her eyes settling on the clouds blooming in the distance. They had been keeping an eye on them while in the sky, but they had been faster than the storm so far.
Hojo caught the tiny frown of displeasure on Ayero face and turned towards the skyline as well. After a few moments he spoke up. ”It looks like the storm is not more than a few hours off. It might be best to spend the night here. Balsa and I can set up the tent and gather water while you and Yael hunt.”
Ayero agreed with a sharp nod, jerking her head toward the hills in a motion for Yael to follow. Pausing in her steps, Ayero turned to call back to Hojo and Balsa. ”Make sure to set the tent up behind the hill in case the river floods.” The two Fanalis then walked away wordlessly while the Kouens went to work with the tent.
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