Katarina "Aria"
Huntress
It was barely dawn when Katarina was aroused from her sleep. Her body woke of its own accord as the mourning doves kept in the coops next door began to coo and rustle restlessly. Despite her physical desire to stay in bed the lithe twenty year old rose from her loose sheets and twisted bedding to go to the bath and dress. As she rose and slid her feet into a worn out pair of sheepskin slippers her eyes cleared from sleep to focus on the faces of her blood family. To her left was her mother curled up on a small bed in the corner with her six year old sister Osha. She stepped gingerly over her second sister Manon, thirteen, who slept on a mattress beside her own bed. As the eldest, Katarina was the provider. While her mother was an expert seamstress and textile worker, her hands had become crippled with pains and agonies that limited her ability to work. While her blood sisters tried to learn, Aria was left to her own devices to provide. As she stood in the doorway to their bedroom she pulled her huntress tunic off of the wall and a loose cotton shirt to wear over it. With the clothes over her shoulder she turned to look back on her family, her face dim and tired. Manon blinked twice and met her gaze before rolling away from her bitterly. They were so divided.
Slowly she closed the door behind her and as quietly as she could moved on. The kitchen and sitting room were both still dark. She moved around their house knowing where everything was, her hands sliding over the wooden counters and into the cupboard to find a breakfast packed for her by her mother the night before. She pulled the paper bag down from the cupboard and slid it into a small leather backpack left on the kitchen table. As she pulled her tunics over her head her long red brown hair became tousled and filled with static. The day was dry, which was good. It meant there wouldn’t be any rainstorms and the animals wouldn’t be restless.
Aria moved into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, seeing her electric looking eyes and steely gaze. She sat down on a beat up wooden stool and pulled a brush through her nearly hip length hair, pulling it over her right shoulder to braid it tightly before winding it into a tight bun at the base of her neck. A few loose strands hung over her forehead but she left it messy. She cared little for her looks. A huntress had to be functional, not pretty.
As she washed and prepared for the day she found herself focusing on the trip at hand. She had been on a handful of convoys before but had often stayed behind in order to pick up the slack when the other huntresses traveled. This time it had been demanded by the elders that she go and while she didn’t quite understand why, she could not disobey them – much to her family’s chagrin. Manon hated the idea of her sister leaving the village and they often fought about Aria's occupation. Her blood sister complained about Katarina abandoning them to die in the midst of her trees – trees she seemed to love more than her own family. She fought back and said that she provided and used her skills to ensure they didn't starve or become dependent on others. Her mother sat quietly by all the while, merely disappeared with her daughter’s decision to pursue such a violent profession. Hunting.
Aria pursed her lips and sighed. While her family seemed to disagree with what she was doing, she knew it was right. It felt natural and she never felt better than when she was in the woods. With that she collected her lunch and satchel off the kitchen table, heading outside.
As she left the house she moved to a rickety shed behind their small abode, unlocking the front panel gingerly and entering the musty building to collect her pride and joy – her bow.
The weapon was a deep colored wood, lacquered and painted a deep mahogany but detailed with an ivory grip and emerald colored details that allowed it to blend with the woods. As she gripped it the bowstring echoed and the vibrations went up her arm – a feeling that seemed to put her in harmony. She moved swiftly to collect her quiver and hand-made arrows before taking a worn path behind their house into the woods.
The sun was beginning to rise as she walked swiftly and alone through the thick brush. The huntresses didn’t often like that she went out alone but she so preferred it. She walked skillfully and as light as a fox, her balance not allowing her to snap the slightest twig or branch and disturb the hunt. Her breathing slowed as she reached a thick cedar tree. Slinging her bow over her shoulder she took a running start at the base before scaling three levels of branches to perch, her back to the base of the tree and her feet balancing on a thick beam. She smelt the air, crisp and fresh with the morning sun, and began to scan the area, her bow in hand and an arrow notched and ready. As she sat there she watched the sun cresting over the hills, careful not to be late this morning when she knew she would be leaving with the caravan quite early. It hadn't been necessary that she hunt this morning but it was routine for her to start the day off doing so. Why break with that?
It may have been minutes or an hour, but she was still all throughout it. When a doe walked cautiously underneath the tree her eyes honed in on it, watching the animal gracefully lower its head to nibble at the underbrush by the base of a nearby tree. She watched its muscles quiver and pull with the arch of its neck to the forest floor. She watched it eat for several minutes before raising her arrow and bow to take aim. She leaned her head to her shoulder and back again, closing one eye then the other. Aria exhaled deeply then inhaled, releasing her arrow on the latter before watching it fly with killer precision.
Right as she released the arrow a branch snapped behind the base of the tree a few feet away. The doe snapped alert and bolted and Aria’s arrow landed in the back of its thigh as a result. The creature screamed and kicked, its leg immediately lamed. Aria growled her frustration, leaping down from the tree and rolling to prevent injury. She stalked the animal as it attempted to limp and run away. She notched another arrow quickly and took an archer’s stance with precision. Within seconds she fired another arrow into the creature’s heart, watching it struggle and collapse a moment later. Aria turned to look over her shoulder, snarling as she watched a small apprentice huntress meekly look at her from behind a tree. Ren. She was no more than thirteen and horribly unsteady on her feet. She had olive colored skin and crudely cut black hair, all paired with the most earnest looking eyes. “I’m sorry Aria!” she shouted, rushing over to the twenty year old with sincere disappointment in her face. “But you still got it at least!”
“It shouldn’t have had to suffer such fear,” Katarina snapped, sighing lowly and turning away from the apprentice and approaching the animal. She knelt at its feet and closed its dead eyes. She placed her hand first at the base of the arrow in its right thigh, feeling the warmth of its flesh under her fingers. The pelt was beautiful, but its blood still coated her hands and quickly so. She closed her eyes. “I thank you for what you give us and for your life giving us life,” she murmured, before pulling and twisting the arrow out with a violent tug. The apprentice grabbed the bloodied arrow from her, and then second one as well. When Katarina rose to pull the deer over her shoulders the apprentice remained silent, walking slightly ahead of her as they returned to the village.
The center square of Talon was incredibly busy with the caravan’s multiple wagons being prepared for their two month journey between their sister villages. As she approached her shoulders were beginning to minutely strain under the dead weight of the doe. She walked past many of the sisters, nodding her head, before she headed to the huntresses keep where the doe would be prepared and distributed.
With her catch left behind she washed the blood from her clothes and returned home. Her sisters were at the table, eating. Manon looked up and upon seeing the bloodied white tunic turned her head back to her breakfast. Osha’s eyes widened but her view was quickly blocked by their mother Ceri.
“Quickly change. I’ve left you your clothes on your bed for the journey. No need to be late,” her mother ushered her.
There was no comment as to what she had caught or why she was bloody. She simply moved and dressed in her formal huntress attire, the deep green backless tunic and boots and greaves. Instead of the formal skirt, however, she doned a pair of tan leather shorts that hit above the knee. She tied them with a dark belt. She packed the rest of her essentials in a larger over the shoulder bag made of red cotton and beaded. When she moved into the kitchen her blood sisters remained quiet. Her mother kissed her forehead and pushed her down into a chair, pulling two black feathers off the table.
“They fell from Dani’s raven. I thought you would like them.”
“I do,” Aria murmured, holding one her hand while her mother undid her hair and knotted the feathers above and under her right ear. Once they were knotted her mother swept her long wavy red brown hair to the right and pinned it into a side pony tail, allowing short pieces to remain loose if they didn’t pull through. When she was done Katarina stood, looking at her mother silently before finding herself pulled into a tight hug.
“You will come back to me. Promise. It’s the only way I'll let you go,” Ceri told her. Aria swallowed and pushed her forehead into her mother’s shoulder. “I will. I promise.”
“I am so proud of you,” her mother told her, pushing her back and smiling weakly. “I’m not,” Manon chimed in. The twelve year old looked bitterly at her. “I love you too Manon. You had better take care of Mama while I'm gone.”
Aria moved around the table and kissed Osha on the head in the crown of her blond hair. “And you too Oshi. I’ll be back. It’s only two months.”
With her goodbye’s finished she returned to the village center, dressed and ready and praying her family would be fed and taken care of by her village sisters while she was away. It wasn’t like Ren could fulfill what she provided.
As she stood there mulling in own thoughts Assah approached, content with the weather. “Look’s like we are nearly ready to go,” her fellow huntress smiled. “I should hope or else we’ll be late,” Katarina replied. She knew her full name would be of little use these next two months. Only her mother called her by it. To all others she was Aria and they all seemed to know that she didn’t wish to spend more than a minute longer away from the village than she needed to. As she waited for them to leave she kicked the dirt with her boots, uncomfortable in them and their weight. She was uncomfortable with the entire idea of a journey to be honest but with the others so excited she hid her dread behind a thin smile.