praying to the wrong piece of wood

Aemon de le Poer · 01-21-2012, 07:35 PM

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It was the sound that had drawn him out more than anything. Aemon didn't often linger in the unfriendly terrain of the Waste, and particularly not its charred remains. He knew that this was where Inferni's flock of ravens tended to gather, where they scavenged and brooded. It was also surely where they exchanged information. The birds were eyes and ears for Inferni where there otherwise would be none. Aemon wondered what sorts of things they saw... His skill in Low Speech was wanting work anyhow; maybe it was time to get closer to the birds. His path of duty lay under their watch, after all, and so the coy-wolf had followed the screeching, piercing voices to where they originated.

His own day had been spent in profitable hunt, as well, although Aemon carried a string of freshly gutted fish instead of any mammalian meat. Each had met their end at the point of his spear, now slick with fish-slime, scales, and blood. He had grown fond of the taste of the local fish, and had found himself eating them more and more. By himself, they were much easier to hunt than any larger prey.

It took until Aemon could see the birds in the distance, their screams getting louder with each step, before he noticed the scent of his brother. He assumed that Ithiel had been busying himself since his arrival, and Aemon couldn't blame him. Even he had been scarce recently as he kept tight watch on the security of the borders.

The ravens took notice as he neared, their beady eyes locking onto the filets that he carried hungrily. Already, they ripped at a string of meat dangling on a blackened tree limb; ravenous was the only way to describe them. "Ithiel!" he called when he was in earshot. He had to speak so loudly it almost seemed rude, but the noise of the birds won out over the voice he used most of. "You're spending more time with birds than your own brother," he pointed out with a grin, moving beside him and nudging him with his elbow before ripping a fish off of the line and tossing it to the ground. The explosion of commotion that followed was ridiculous; you would think the birds never ate. "How've you been? What do you think of Inferni?" Aemon, too, was still settling into this slower, less structured way of life. Sometimes, he got bored; he wondered if Ithiel was today.

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