Tasmyn swung her quiver over her shoulder and grabbed her rucksack which lay near by and continued her journey South. She had been travelling for nearly a week from her town of Duins in an effort to get to the training camp near the castle. Her expression was blank as her long hair blew in the cold morning air. She was covered in goosebumps but ignored this as she was used to the cold from living so far North despite this she mentally chastised herself for not bringing her Bear hide coat which had kept her warm during the below zero degrees nights that she had experienced back home. Rubbing her arms her delicate fingers moved along the scars and her usually vibrant eyes turned dark as memories flowed back.

She continued to walk over the grass conscious of not leaving a trail for fear of being followed. Her journey was slowed considerably during this as she ducked and weaved and walked along rocks and in creeks in order to not leave a trace. The result was a wet forlorn girl.

After a few hours of travel she finally saw the gates of the camp and sighed in relief. Walking up to the gates she waved in greeting and was allowed through, immediately surrounded by the sounds of men chatting and sparring.

Daniel sheathed his sword and gather gathered his things before turning from the sparring ground and making his way towards the scent of cooking food. He had been training with the others the whole morning and was weary and in need of a hot meal. His expression was rather blank except for a smile here and there to the few he called friend. As the afternoon sun beat down on the camp and filled it with warmth he looked up into the clear blue sky and blocked his eyes with a hand. To the east he saw a few birds circling, probably hunting their prey, he couldn’t help but think that he and all of Kenern were the prey and Arkanine was the birds circling them.

As he continued to walk through the camp the scent of food grew stronger and then fainter as the winds shifted. Having arrived the day before last he still wasn’t sure where everything was, especially the food, and could only ever find his tent since it was near the gate. Lost, he looked all around and couldn’t spot anything familiar. Heading back towards his tent he figured he would first get his bearings and then try once more to find where the food was being served.

Once he had found his tent his expression became more cheerful as he quickly popped in and grabbed his water skin before leaving just a quick as he arrived. Still there was no scent of the food, thanks to the wind, and he was growing hungrier. “Excuse me!” He shouted across the way to a female near the gate. “Do you know where I can find the food around here?” He asked, giving the young woman a quick once-over, not realizing that she had just arrived.

Tasmyn heard a voice call out and spun around to see an older man calling to her. She walked over to him and gazed at him intently taking a few moments to reply, "I only just got here," she said quietly, subconsciously rubbing a scarred arm. "Perhaps we shall look together I am rather hungry myself," she offered. She stood quite close to the man now, at least close by her standards even though they were a few metres apart. She was looking at him quite intently now and could see that he had some skill in battle as well as a cheerful demeanor. He seemed quite nice but was wary to get much closer. The men in her home town were still quite prominent in her mind. She shrugged her ruck sack further onto her shoulder and looked at Daniel with vibrant eyes, awaiting a response. She had a plan as to what she would do whether he said yes, or no.

Daniel smiled at the young girl, amused that she too was hungry. “Well, I guess there is no harm in searching for some food together.” He said, extending his right hand in a gesture of friendliness. Taking the moment to look the girl over once more he noticed she was rubbing her scared arm and that her other arm was scarred as well. It not being his place to ask he shrugged off his concerns, besides she seemed able enough to handle herself. “Our best bet would to go north through camp, since I could smell the food cooking before the winds changed direction.” He said pointing northwards through the camp. “Oh… I’m Daniel by the way, and who might you be?” He said, turning and beginning to slowly walk northwards.

"There's the castle" Erurainon al'Aybara said pointing towards a tower standing over the trees. "Ah, finally. My koron are in my stomach" laughed Erurainon's brother Hérion. Erurainon turned around in his saddle to see the army he commanded. 6,000 horse. They were the Rochkallo'. The famous Horselords and warriors of the Northern Plains. Erurainon, though young, commands the Rochkallo', while his father commands the Dome-Cuar (who are archers), and his grandfather, the leader of all Arkadius, commands the Morsikil (who are the footmen). The entire army's numbers total at 24,000 soldiers.

Erurainon and his men rode the rest of the way to the castle to be greeted by a man in silver armor on a horse. "Greetings. Arkadians I presume. I give you thanks for traveling to give us aid. We cannot repay your kindness." said the man on the horse. He lifted his visor as he came near. He had a long scar down the left side of his face, blinding an eye. He was old, but carried himself as a man of middle years would have. He was obviously a veteran warrior. "I bid you greeting fellow warrior. I am Erurainon al'Aybara. Son of Beriogelir al'Aybara and grandson of Eruestan al'Aybara, lord of Arkadius. I am the leader of the horsemen known as Rochkallo' and we have come to aid the Realm Of Kenern in battle." Erurainon told the man. "Yes, of course. My thanks lord. Take your army to the camp there," the man pointed to a large group of tents to the east of the castle. Erurainon nodded and the man turned his horse to leave. "Not much for conversation I guess." Hérion whispered to Erurainon smiling. "I guess not my brother, but we aren't here for conversation are we?" Erurainon replied. "Rochkallo', auta" Erurainon yelled to his men. They followed his as he rode his horse, Beriadanwen towards the camp.

"When did father and grandfather say they were coming Eru? Hérion asked. "They said they'd be about three days behind us. Hopefully they can make it sooner; we will need them in the coming battle." Erurainon replied. Hérion nodded. They came to the camp when a small boy ran out to meet them. "Hello my lord, please take your men around the camp to the edge. There you can set up. Thank you my lord." the small boy said before running off. The men did as the boy said. "Rochkallo', ndu. Lye estolad sinome." Erurainon ordered. All the men dismounted and started making their camp. "When you are done, eat some food and do as you please"


After Erurainon and his brother had their tent up, they decided to explore the camp. Like most men, the smell of food drew them over anything else. They walked toward it when they noticed a man and a woman. The first people they've seen in the camp. Most were probably training or eating. "Hello!" Erurainon greeted. "I am Erurainon. This is my brother Hérion," Erurainon announced. "Do you happen to know where the food is?" he said smiling.

Keyt groaned, keeping her pace throughout the camp, wild carrots in hand. Her bare feet struck the ground with soft clops, her light but tall frame easy to see through the camp. She had been making this stew for the past few hours, and it seemed like it's smell had attracted more than a few. Others passed the bubbling cauldron, and ladeled out a spoon...and were hooked on the salty stew. The spices she had used were grown locally, and ones she knew well. She finally reached her tent, a small fire keeping the rather large cauldron hot, but not boiling. She sighed, sitting down next to the cast iron soup pot. She placed the entire load of carrots into her lap, before leaning over the cauldron, pulling out her tribal knife, and begining to dice the carrots, the gleamingly sharp blade making quick work of the vegetables.

She repeated this process several times over, for at least fifteen carrots. She was in an encampment. If she was going to make food, why not share with her allies? She knew that not everyone would even remotely try to eat her food, but she was quite the cook. She enjoyed making food. However, she shook her head as she finished dicing the last carrot, dropping the green of the carrots into the fire below. She picked up a rather large tin spoon that was clinging to the edge of the cauldron, and stirred her stew untill it swirled swiftly inside the cauldron. She smirked, and would let that sit for a minute....

"Mnn." She groaned again, as she looked down, recalling to herself what all she had put into the delicious concotion. "Rabbit, beef, onions, potatoes, radish...bit of lamb, too." She said, her broken english accent showing just slightly. She would push herself up from her seat, and walk into her tent. She would emerge again, with a stack of ten clay bowls, and wooden spoons. She would provide this much for them, but others would have to bring their own from their tent or other supply. She wouldn't care. She would take up on of the bowls, and walk to the cast iron cauldron, leaning over a bit, and using the spoon to serve herself, getting a rather full bowl. The vegetables, meats and the spices danced in the broth, and would float to the bottom if let settle. She took a wooden spoon, and began to enjoy her food, smiling lightly at her work. She would eat in reletive quiet as the only sounds of her spoon against her bowl, and the low crackling of the fire.

Tasmyn shyed away from Daniels extended hand, "Tasmyn," she said quietly flashing him a little smile before stepping slightly closer in order to walk beside him, she was quite aware that he had seen her arms and it caused her to want to hide them, which in all reality was not possible. They continued to walk northward in silence as she was to nervous to talk, she was not used to such interaction as she was viewing here, people laughing at patting each other on the back, singing, dancing, all manner of things. She was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed when she saw to men walk towards them, "I'm Tasmyn, we are heading toward where we hope to find food if you wish to join us," she offered, continuing to walk. As she did this she glanced at the two gentleman and could tell they were not from around here much the same as her, "Northerners?" she asked, overwhelmed by curiosity, they had the same stature of men from her tribe but could only guess.

Erurainon and Hérion looked at each other and smiled. "Yes, we are Northerners. We are from the land of Arkadius." Erurainon told the woman. "And who might you be my fair lady?" Hérion asked in a thick Arkadian accent, bending over in a bow. Erurainon chuckled. "Come on brother. We're not here for that." He said slapping his brother on the back. "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since last night. Let's go get some food." Erurainon announced. Erurainon and his brother introduced themselves to the man as they walked toward the smell of food.




*Italics=Arkadian language.

“Well Tasmyn it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said as they started to walk, still slightly wondering as to why she had not shaken his hand, but it wasn’t that important to him. “We normally don’t see…” He began to say before two new arrivals approached and asked if they knew were the food was around here. “Northerners…” He said giving the two an once-over before looking back to Tasmyn. “Well, either way, I’m glad you all are here. The men whisper about how all hope is already lost and say the King has ordered are deaths at the hands of the enemy.” He said, giving a distinctive distasteful glare at a common soldier as they walked by. “I just hope they’re not right.”

As they continued to walk through the camp the smell of food was all around them, but one sweet scent stood out amongst the crowd. Taking a few whiffs of the air he pondered what it could be. “Stew!” He exclaimed. “I haven’t had stew in ages.”

A heavy, sweaty figure walked through the camp set at the base of Kenern castle. Despite his look, Sena's stride and demeanor radiated well-rounded strength. The camp was crowded and noisy and this only increased during the dinner rush. According to his routine, Sena had just finished his daily training and was, like most the rest, planning on eating. As he walked, sweat beaded down his rugged face.

"It's been sometime since I've last shaved," Sena thought, feeling his chin and removing some of the sweat from his face with his forearm.. "Nearly 3 weeks since I've entered this camp, nearly 3 weeks since this itchy beard has been growing."

Sena's stride lead him to a group of mismatched soldiers walking in the same direction he was heading. From what he could read from their backs, two of the four were related, judging by armor they were from the North. The other two did not give a strong impression. The group and Sena's pace were different, the man from Rune's pace faster. In moments, Sena brushed past the girl in the group, inadvertently over hearing their conversation confirming the sibling's status as Northerners. He paced forward without the slightest pause at the accidental bumping. Sena's walk was too stern to be halted from the smell of stew. He noticed a small crowd gathered around the tent containing the smell a few paces forward in which Sena was headed.

Sena stood at the head of the tent, grabbing a bowl after receiving a hint of confirmation from the tribal looking girl who appeared to be the owner of the tent. "Stew. Much better than the gruel fed to the soldier. Many thanks..." he paused, wanting to say her name, but unable since he had never met this stranger.

(OoC: this is my first RP post in a few years. I will need time to get back into the swing of things.)

Tasmyn inclined her head respectfully to the two brothers, "I am Tasmyn of the Reytou tribe," she said by way of greeting to them before turning back to Daniel, "Northerners such as I don't usually leave their lands unless necessary, "she explained to Daniel as they continued to walk. She looked around at the groups silent, calculating and realised how true Daniel's statement about discontent was, she felt their greedy eyes on her back and shuddered slightly, "They don't want female company so much either, well at least not as fellow soldiers" she said quietly, casting her eyes down. At this given moment she felt something brush against her and jumped away instinctively in time to see a large man walk past her. Looking ahead she saw the stew at the same time Daniel made his comment, "We do not have stew often either," she said to Daniel with a tight smile as she moved forward, to stand behind the man who had bumped into her, making sure to keep a distance between herself and him.

"Good to meet you Tasmyn of the Reytou tribe." Hérion said with a smile. The four of them walked toward the smell of food. Hérion's stomach was rumbling, and by the look on his brother's face, his was too. As they were nearing the food, which was now in sight, a man pushed past them without even a glance. "Wah!Watch where you're going!" Hérion yelled to the man a thick Arkadian accent. "Waara Huan" He muttered to his brother.

They continued to walk toward the food. "Hold on brother." Erurainon whispered. "Yes?" Hérion asked, falling back with his brother. "I've got a bad feeling in my stomach." Erurainon told his brother quietly. "About what brother?" Hérion questioned with a confused reply on his face. "I don't know yet, just be wary around everyone you encounter. I get the sense we aren't welcome here. We're outsiders, and I think we will be treated so" Erurainon said, looking around the camp. "But we were asked to he..." "I know, but I can't help but feel as if they don't want us here." Erurainon interrupted. "6,000 men or not. We're not welcome here. Look around, everyone is staring at us, walking away from us as we walk. Is it out of fear? I do not know. Just be cautious brother. That's all I ask." Erurainon told his brother. "You know me brother, cautious as an old woman!" they both laughed, walking over toward the food. "Smells wonderful"



Italics = Native Language.

Keyt watched as her food attracted the hungry, a few soldiers having already joined her. They socialized amongst themselves, while Keyt herself kind of 'watched' the pot of stew. She smiled as the few encroached her, enticed by the smell of her cooking. She would smile generously at them. "Come, come friends. Have a seat, and rest yourself. You may help yourself to the stew." She would say boldly, motioning to the bowls that sit upon a stone on the ground. Having almost finished her own bowl, she would let all whom needed to eat, get food first before getting seconds.

"Haba'sey yah bohm'ehnay, ka'ley mich'ka'tah'we." She would say, her tribal tongue sticking out like a sore thumb as she motioned over for the others to come and help themselves.

Daniel listened and smiled kindly. “To tell the truth I don’t want you here… actually any woman.” He admitted as he lowered his head slightly. “Its not that I doubt your ability or anything like that, it’s just that I personally don’t think women should ever have to see the gruesome reality of war.” He explained to her, hoping she would understand his reasoning. “However, you are here and I’m sure you intend to fight and I thank you for willing to make that sort of sacrifice.”

As they approached the woman who was serving food he could help see the two bothers step to the side and discus something. He didn’t attend to hear them, but he could help but over hear. There was much truth behind his feeling of being unwelcomed. For some reason, he himself unsure as to why, most of the Kenern people were still holding to outdated thinking. Just because they didn’t always seen eye-to-eye wasn’t a reason for their ignorance towards them. Sure that they already were well aware of this he thought it best to hold off on striking conversation about it until they were somewhere where they could talk more freely. Taking his place behind the brothers he smiled towards the woman and took a copper piece from a pocket.

Finally when his turn came to get a bowl he simply bowed his head in respect to the obvious tribeswoman and handed her the coin before taking a bowl. “I know it’s not much, but I wouldn’t feel right without offer what I could in exchange.” Bowing one last time he walked away some to a log that, for the time being, was just laying on the ground waiting to be turned into something.

Tasmyn looked at Daniel in surprise at his comment, "Have you not seen me, my arms, my legs, my weapons? I have been in far worse then war I will be fine," she said simply, her tone slightly snippy but she clenched her jaw before making any further nasty comments and decided instead to walk in silence. As they finally reached the cooking area she stood behind Daniel and looked around curiously at the camp, her first time of just standing still in such a long time.

As she moved forward to take her bowl from Keyt she inclined her head graciously and smiled warmly, "Thank you friend, perhaps you may dine with us?" she said warmly her eyes intending to meet the other woman. Without waiting for a response she nodded once again then walked over to where Daniel sat, "You best be cautious of your seemingly harmless words, you may offend some women," she said calmly taking a sip from the enticing stew and relishing in its taste.

The four soldiers Sena had passed earlier now stood behind him awaiting their turn for stew. Sena filled his bowl, took a deep whiff and smiled graciously toward Keyt. The stew was rich in meat and vegetables, a treasure among a camp of this size. Usually, if anyone were to make a similar dish, it would contain lizard meat and what little veges could be obtained in the area. This meal would be worth remembering, Sena thought.

Sena took a seat on the log that was just a few steps away. The man's attention was split between the group behind him and the stew. The men from the North drew a lot of attention from everyone in the camp, not just from Sena. Some appeared hostile, others seemed afraid. Sena was more curious. Why did these men draw so much attention?

Daniel and Tasmyn, after filling their bowls, sat next to Sena on the log. He leaned over and spoke. "The rest in your party, the two from the North, why is every man and woman in camp so enticed by them?" Sena asked in a steady voice, his tone purely curious.

Tasmyn looked at Sena with mild surprise, her eyes widening for a second when she registered that he was the man who had bumped her, "Perhaps you should ask them yourself," she said with a slightly hostile tone. Her eyes narrowed as she heard the curiosity in his tone, automatically taking it in a suspicious light. As she waited for a response from either companion she looked around at the fellow soldiers, and was mildly surprised herself at seeing how much attention the brothers were getting despite the fact that they were not doing anything against the norm. She shook her head slightly and looked down at her stew with blank eyes 'I will never understand Southerners,' she thought to herself.

Erurainon and Hérion walked toward the line for the stew. The two brothers stood in line casually chatting back and forth. When the line was finally down to a few people, the stew ran out. "Ah, damn. I'm starving." Hérion said to his brother. "There looks to be another man dishing out food over there." remarked Erurainon pointing to man handing out rice to soldiers. The two brothers walked up to the man. "Hello my friend, my brother and I would really appreciate if we could have some rice. We can both pay for our share." Hérion said smiling. "Fresh out." the man said simply. "Wha...? I can see the steam coming off the rice!!" Hérion yelled, pointing to the pot. "Sir, we don't want trouble, just some food." remarked Erurainon. "We've had a long trip and just really like to fill our empty bellies." "As I said. Fresh out." the man replied, staring disdainfully at the men. Hérion tensed and his face turned bright red in anger. Erurainon but a hand on his brother's shoulder, and leaned toward him "Let us just go back to our camp, we'll find something. I don't want trouble on the first day." he whispered in his ear. Hérion turned angrily and violently walked back to the camp, kicking a small wooden stool down in the process.

"Despicable. Our war with Kenern was over 500 years ago, and it ended in truce!" Hérion yelled to no one in particular. "If anyone has a right to be hateful it is us. They came and tried to take our lands. They called us savages, and we showed them a taste of Arkadian steel." he continued. "That's what we get for calling a truce. We should have completely obliterated this place a long time ago. LOOK AT THEM! They treat our people like dirt! Let's go back brother. They obviously do not want our help" he finished, sitting down at the Arkadian camp. "No brother. We cannot let a few ignorant pigs destroy the alliance. They called for aid, and we will give it to them. I have given my word as an Arkadian! And I will not break that oath! We will fight the soldiers of Arkanine, and we will gain the respect of every man, woman, and child in Kenern! Soon we will show the world a force that none other than the Morkoians* know. And our people will have the respect they finally deserve." Erurainon swore, drawing his sword to the sky. The men of the Rochkallo' drew their blades and spears and axes and pointed them to the sun. "Alkar ten'Arkadius!" The men chanted.

The chanting died down and the brothers ate the stale food they had in their saddlebags. A battle was coming, hopefully it would come before the tension drew allies to battle.

Tasmyn saw the ill treatment of the brothers and was shocked, "Filth," she muttered under her breath making an obscene gesture to the man who had denied them rice, standing she turned to look at all the feasting men coldly, "Have you know shame? They come as friends and you do this? You are lucky to have the horse lords on your side you disrespectful Southerners!" she sneered, her voice travelling over the now silent camping point. She glared at all the men again then turned and walked away quickly to the Arkadian camp.

Upon arriving she walked toward the command tent and rounding a corner saw the brothers, she walked over to them and lowered her head, "Friends, I am sorry for the disrespect that has befallen you, it is a disgrace of Kenern, I am lucky enough to not be Southern and therefore can better understand you're segregation, you are a strong tribe and they will soon find out. I smell battle on the wind," she looked up again, a determined expression on her face.

An uproar was started. The men from the North were being treated with disrespect, something Sena had long predicted. The strife between Kenern and those men run deep, Sena thought to himself, fishing off the last spoonful of his stew. Many were attracted to the scene, however Sena remained calm and collected like always. He returned the borrowed bowl to the tribeswoman and bowed.

"Many thanks, tribeswoman," he said. "I cannot repay you at this time, but I shall not forget your face, friend." As he finished, Sena nodded his head slightly and turned heel, walking out of the tent. "I suppose I should head back to my camp," Sena thought aloud. "Night is approaching, and war is on the rise..."

He started moving toward his camp. His stride was not stopped by anyone on the way; people instead moved out of his way, something he was used to. Chatter amongst the soldiers could be heard. Many things about the North and of history. "We don't need those weak men," one man said to another. "Those bunch of women on their horses?" the other man responded. "Ha! They'll be dead within the week. GOOD RIDDANCE!" The man drank from his bottle, belched, and laughed from his stomach, drool dripping from his mouth. Disgraceful. Sena walked past the men shooting them a hard glance, shutting them up in their place. The strife between the two lands was not of importance to Sena, for he was from the far West where matters like this did not reach his lands.

Another discussion could be heard from one of the tents, unknowingly, Sena had walked right past the Arkadian camp on the way to his camp spot. "Friends, I am sorry for the disrespect..." he heard a woman say. "I smell battle on the wind." Sena paused a moment hearing the familiar, angered voice that addressed him earlier that evening. He stood outside the tent and reached into his pocket for a toothpick to pick out the meat that was stuck between his teeth....

"Not the the best meal I've had in my life I must say." Hérion told Erurainon, biting into a piece of hard bread and dried meat. "No, it's not brother but it's food." Erurainon replied with a smile. Hérion slapped his brother on the back saying "Uma, Eru, it is" with a tiny smirk.

Just then, the brothers saw a Tasmyn walking over. "Friends, I am sorry for the disrespect that has befallen you, it is a disgrace of Kenern, I am lucky enough to not be Southern and therefore can better understand you're segregation, you are a strong tribe and they will soon find out. I smell battle on the wind," she told us. "My thanks Tasmyn. We are not too worried though. Some people think us savages, but we know in our hearts we are not," Erurainon said. "Ah, so you can smell it too my fair lady?" Hérion said smiling at her. "We do too, we know that battle is coming, and with it a storm like no other will come as well..." Erurainon said with a serious face. "Hopefully father and grandfather can get here before the battle. The rest of our army would help a lot." Hérion said with, like his brother, an identical serious face. "Well, it getting late, brother, we should set up our tents and head to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." Erurainon said. "My many thanks my lady for apologizing on behalf of the camp. Sleep well, see you on the morrow. If you need anything at all, wake us." Hérion said with a smile and wink.

The two brothers walked away from her and set up their tent. They unrolled their sleeping rolls and laid down. "Seems to me you fancy that Tasmyn woman brother. Never thought you'd settle down here. Erurainon said mockingly. "Ah, we'll see. I just want to go to bed for now. Hérion replied, sounding slightly annoyed. Both closed their eyes and let sleep come.

Tasmyn inclined her head to the brothers again, "On the morrow for sure," she said her gaze meeting Hérion's and she saw him wink. The gesture caused her to freeze for a second then shudder at memories related to such actions. Steeling herself she smiled politely at the brothers, "good eve," she said quietly before rushing off stumbling out of the Arkadian camp to the female sector of the main camp. She found an empty spot and pulling out a brush from her pack she cleared away the stones and dust from the grass. When she was satisfied she took her sleeping roll from the pack and stretched it out, then settled down on it wrapped in her cloak, her bow was unstrung next to her, her pack on the other side and on her right forearm which was hidden by her cloak sat a deadly blade in a protective hilt. She lay on her back, not tired gazing up at the multitude of stars.

Keyt watched the happenings in silence, her sharp, wise eyes fluttering over each that took up her camp....and those whom passed it. She would smile at those whom talked to her, and give either an acknowledging nod or a denying head shake. She knew common, but it was terribly broken, and those whom usually heard her spoke did all they could to keep from laughing. She kept to her tribal language, so at least people didn't know weither she was being kind, or about to draw her blade. Very few people her seemed to be of her plains, which both relieved her, and made her linger her homelands. But she would pass the thought on as always.

After the boys were denied their meal, forced to move to another serving hut, and discriminated against, she almost wanted to hex the men that did so against them. She remembered not how to do such spells, but she could spend the entire night remembering.... and it would make her feel better. She despised all whom used discrimination. She refused to treat someone differently because of their apperance or actions, unless they had first done so to her. Her tribe had taught her that everyone had an inner animal, and though some animals were different than others, they were all the sons and daughters of Mother Nature. And why mock your brothers and sisters?

She watched as the man returned her bowl and spoon and bowed in respect to her. She would bow her head in equal respect. "You are much welcome, friend. You no need give strength to me." She said, the terrible common rendering it's ugly head. She pushed herself from the ground, and gave the man a half hug - customary goodbye for the Wild Wind tribe. While she hugged him, she could feel something within him, something all tribesmembers could do. She could tell his spirit animal.... She herself was the fox: Cunning and intelligent...but this man. She felt something within him.... and she could identify it clearly.
"Take care, and not do any thing hasty. But have faith in you, Hare. Your footsteps always careful and planned." She would say, releasing her grasp on Sena.

She would, walk back to her own tent, and walk to a small chest lying on the ground. She would reach down, and open the chest, taking out a rather long, straight pipe with a small bell at the end. She would also retrieve some herbs from a small woven pouch. Grabbing a pinch of the mixture, packing it tightly, and resting it in the bell of the pipe. She struck her fighters togther, snapping lightly as sparks jumped from the connection of finger and thum. The sparks were bright enough to light the pipe, and the contents, causing it to puff into smoke, almost happily. The mixture of herbs slowly smoldered, as Keyt toked happily on it, her nerves calmed, and her mind becoming collected. She would nod to the man still residing around her tent, and begin to walk off in Tasmyn's direction.

She would stroll slowly, untill she came upon the woman's tent. She could not deny her presense. She could almost feel it... it was as if the grass and wind spoke to her her location. She would softly walk up to the woman gazing up at the stars, rolling her feet as not to make any noise. Once she was upon the woman, she took a deep inhale on her pipe. "Can not sleep?" She would ask, her tribal dress flowing lightly in the wind that seemed to respond to her.

Tasmyn looked up at Keyt, and blinked a few times, pulling herself up slightly onto her elbows she grinned sheepishly, "Not particularly, far too much on my mind," she said gazing at the tribal woman who appeared to be almost moving in the breeze, at least that was how her tired eyes saw it, "Care to join me?" she asked, gesturing to an empty expanse of grass at her side. Her long fingers touched the grass and was surprised how different it was to the grass at her home, more lush and alive.

As she waited for the tribal woman to respond to her offer she laid down again and rested her head on top of her left arm, careful to keep her dagger covered. "You must have good eyesight to see me from so far with such little light," she said conversationally as she gazed up at the moonless sky. The expanse of stars made her feel small almost insignificant. The constellations were different to those at home and this surprised her, she thought all could see P' Lirty and Ure' Kwa the constellations of her gods but it seemed not.

Keyt would nod, and walk to sit beside Tasmyn, offering her own grin. She liked this one. She seemed light-hearted, and good natured. The woman seemed at reletive ease. She would take a toke of her pipe, before looking over Tasmyn once or twice. "What on mind?" She would ask, her eyebrow raising lightly. However, before she would respond to her other vocalization. "Wild Wind tribe nocturnal hunters teach all brothers good night vision. Make out shapes and tell what are." She would say smirking. She would turn her head, and blow the smoke she inhales away from the other woman.

"So. What problems you, Mouse?" She would ask kindly, hoping that Tasmyn wouldn't be too offset from her broken english.