Post by summerrain on Jul 24, 2013 17:47:10 GMT -8
75.08.14 early morning, just after sunrise
Wynah locked her gaze on the target black-and-white heardbeast. It was older, and had a bad limp, with a temper that was just as nasty. Already it had injured four beastcrafters. Since Wynah never missed her target, and did minimal damage to the animal, she was requested to assist with what was normally a beastcrafter's task. The animal was to be part of that night's dinner, they'd told her. She didn't really care. She tightened her grasp on her bow, grabbing an arrow with her other hand. She aimed at the heardbeast, which decided to turn toward her. Poor pitiful beast was half-blind by the look of him. Wouldn't be much use in dinner, if he was as old as Wynah was beginning to believe. She loosed her arrow, hitting the target right in the heart. It fell immediately, dead, and some of the beastcrafters quickly took the carcass while others set to work calming the here. Wynah went to the carcass once they had left the gate and silently pulled her arrow from the beast's chest. She stuck it in the ground, pulled it out clean, and placed it back in the quiver. She walked back toward the Weyr, detouring through the jungle. She'd gotten permission to travel through the jungle alone when she proved that she could defend herself from attackers.
She followed an extremely old game trail, probably last used a good while before Rainbow Mists existed. Yet, her keen eyesight, trained to notice things like this, allowed her to see it. She followed it, finding a large heard of the forest heardbeasts. Multiple young, some newborns, and others older, growing their first head of antlers. Her target was one of the ones that were about three Turns old, distinguishable by the size of their antlers.
She aimed at one of the closest ones. It hadn't noticed her, as she was upwind from it. She watched from behind a tree, then bulled the string tight, and fired the arrow at the beast. It moved, but the arrow still hit the target. Rather than piercing the heart, she hit a lung, causing the beast to drop within minutes.
She didn't remember how she managed to get the forest heardbeast to the kitchens, but the cooks simply watched curiously as she skinned and prepared the meat for cooking. She had borrowed one of the stations, and was already cooking some of the meat. She sliced up some of the meat and salted it, to be dried, and put the innards in a pot to make broth. These were things she'd learned from Telsan, including where to take the hide to sell it. She could make good Marks for the hide of a wild forest heardbeast. It was much less common in places like Weyrs where they raised their dinner.
Soon, there was little to do but wait for the meat to finish cooking. She seasoned each piece differently, as each piece was different. She preferred her food prepared her way, and she knew she'd have enough for a few days at least. She was oblivious to the world around her, a rare, small smile gracing her face. Cooking relaxed her.
Wynah locked her gaze on the target black-and-white heardbeast. It was older, and had a bad limp, with a temper that was just as nasty. Already it had injured four beastcrafters. Since Wynah never missed her target, and did minimal damage to the animal, she was requested to assist with what was normally a beastcrafter's task. The animal was to be part of that night's dinner, they'd told her. She didn't really care. She tightened her grasp on her bow, grabbing an arrow with her other hand. She aimed at the heardbeast, which decided to turn toward her. Poor pitiful beast was half-blind by the look of him. Wouldn't be much use in dinner, if he was as old as Wynah was beginning to believe. She loosed her arrow, hitting the target right in the heart. It fell immediately, dead, and some of the beastcrafters quickly took the carcass while others set to work calming the here. Wynah went to the carcass once they had left the gate and silently pulled her arrow from the beast's chest. She stuck it in the ground, pulled it out clean, and placed it back in the quiver. She walked back toward the Weyr, detouring through the jungle. She'd gotten permission to travel through the jungle alone when she proved that she could defend herself from attackers.
She followed an extremely old game trail, probably last used a good while before Rainbow Mists existed. Yet, her keen eyesight, trained to notice things like this, allowed her to see it. She followed it, finding a large heard of the forest heardbeasts. Multiple young, some newborns, and others older, growing their first head of antlers. Her target was one of the ones that were about three Turns old, distinguishable by the size of their antlers.
She aimed at one of the closest ones. It hadn't noticed her, as she was upwind from it. She watched from behind a tree, then bulled the string tight, and fired the arrow at the beast. It moved, but the arrow still hit the target. Rather than piercing the heart, she hit a lung, causing the beast to drop within minutes.
She didn't remember how she managed to get the forest heardbeast to the kitchens, but the cooks simply watched curiously as she skinned and prepared the meat for cooking. She had borrowed one of the stations, and was already cooking some of the meat. She sliced up some of the meat and salted it, to be dried, and put the innards in a pot to make broth. These were things she'd learned from Telsan, including where to take the hide to sell it. She could make good Marks for the hide of a wild forest heardbeast. It was much less common in places like Weyrs where they raised their dinner.
Soon, there was little to do but wait for the meat to finish cooking. She seasoned each piece differently, as each piece was different. She preferred her food prepared her way, and she knew she'd have enough for a few days at least. She was oblivious to the world around her, a rare, small smile gracing her face. Cooking relaxed her.
