Two Hens
Who: Orha Duren, Gerald Tarrant Where: Outside the city (When: TBD, probably around day 6-7ish)
After his initial day of exploring the city - and encountering its various new, human inhabitants - Orha did what any sensible Yason in his position would have done. He left. He departed the city by the same passage that he had entered before the sun had dropped too low. Sleeping in a strange area was an unwelcome prospect to begin with, but he'd still rather side with the lesser of the two evils. And for that, he chose the forest without instead of the stone within.
Circumstances might have changed drastically, but in a pinch, humans were still more of a risk than mere beasts.
The next several days were spent exploring - both within and without the vast, but empty, city. On his second day, Orha found a nearby stream that wound through a rocky portion of land; it was full of fish of some strange variety. Strange, but edible, and even fairly good tasting. On the third, he finally found something within the hewn stone walls that could cut his makeshift clothes. Without the aid of his pyramid, he never would've stumbled across the odd, circular-bladed tool. Without the pyramid, he would've doubted that it were sharp enough to cut even paper since it refused to make a single mark on his skin. But it cut cloth and stone both as if they were but butter. It made it that much easier to modify his clothes into something more functional and left him with a significant amount of fabric besides. With a bit of ligament from some running-beast, he was able to stitch things properly and supply himself with a carrying bag of sorts.
And even better shelter.
The fabric was much more durable a material for a tent than anything else available, and it was even significantly water-resistant. Before the fourth day's close, Orha had already set up a decent camp in the rock-strewn clearing where the trees broke near his stream. The lay of the land there held many ravines thanks to the boulders present, and it proved to be just as easily fortified as it were beautiful. And peaceful, if a bit lonely. It gave him plenty of time to think - and, at night, plenty of time to learn the new stars.
Orha did not see any other sentient life, human or otherwise. He avoided what few he knew of when he went into the city, though he did scout out the area that Milan had indicated as his and Gerald's own residential quarters at one point. It was relatively easy to slip by unseen. After all, the numbers seemed to be extraordinarily small - and he had his familiar besides. The extra pair of eyes never once went unappreciated. Without his raven, Orha knew that managing to live without would have been exponentially more difficult. Even with the aid of his new cutting tool - useful for cutting cloth or making actual hunting weapons from stone and wood - it was still tricky to start off with nothing and find a meal out of it. Or suitable shelter. The shared fate of Yason and his familiar was both a blessing and a curse, but now it seemed more often than not to be just the former.
The day was growing long as Orha made his way back through the forest. He picked out his own path amid the trees, now more and more familiar with its landmarks, although it was not yet worn into the underbrush to appear as anything more than a grazing beast's route. He'd returned earlier from exploring the city to start a fire - drawing on the ambient Chi to augment the friction heat built up between dead sticks - but had left it to die down to suitable coals while he went in search of game. The catch this afternoon had been good: a pair of hens of some sort dangled from other his shoulder, their feet bound with a tether of twisted ligaments. Their exact species was foreign to him, though their plumes were a rich russet patterned with gold and black.
His raven flew overhead, more often than not winging from tree limb to tree limb in a slow progression to keep proper pace. Orha could smell the low-burning fire ahead; wood smoke wafted back on the faint breeze through the forest, though a telltale thin line of white could still be seen on its course toward the heavens. It would be dark within an hour or two, and he aimed to have his dinner cooked before the sun sunk past the horizon.