Imenry Barras (imenry) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-07-07 04:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ hilda aelricsdottr, @ imenry barras |
The Owl Hunts at Night
Who: Hilda Aelricsdottr, Imenry Barras
When: 9:45, Molioris. A couple days before arriving at Redcliffe
Where: Group 1’s camp
Summary: Two women from similar backgrounds both used to taking care of themselves and more than capable. Perhaps this is the start of a beautiful friendship? Or do warrior women gossip?
As the group drew closer to Redcliffe tensions rose, many wondering what they would find upon arrival. They pushed themselves to get to their goal as soon as possible, breaking for camp later and later. Often group members were too tired to even bother with dinner and fell into their bedrolls in exhaustion. But tonight Imenry had noticed that supplies were running low, even on jerky, which many of them were subsiding on as they traveled. Hunting had to be done. It was already dark and it would be harder to find anything out at this time, but some nocturnal creatures should be starting to come out.
The others were setting up camp, trading murmured bits of discussion and building a fire in the middle of the clearing they’d selected. Some were already yawning widely and Imenry’s gaze skipped over those till she spotted one of the archers; the towering blonde woman from the Anderfels. A bard of sorts, she could often be heard singing around camp, and Imenry preferred her hearty brand of singing to the lilting murmurings of the Orlesian. Hilda was a woman who seemed to know her place in the world, and held herself with the confidence of one who trusted in their own skills.
Slipping her pack from her shoulders to stack beside the tent Signy would sleep in Imenry took out her crossbow and bolts. She left her Claymore strapped on her back out of habit and security and strode across the camp with purpose. She came upon Hilda, tilting her head slightly to look up at the other woman and was left feeling petite, something she was not used to experiencing.
“Hilda?” she made the woman’s name a question, hoping to have her attention and not interrupt whatever she might be doing. “I was going to head out and see if I can find some game. Supplies are getting low. Would you like to join me?”
The woman certainly knew how to handle a bow, and company would be a good idea. It wasn’t necessarily intelligent to wander away from camp alone in the dark. Imenry was used to travelling alone, but never at night, and with the Darkspawn activity increasing it was even more dangerous than usual.