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Nightfall was quick to approach the horizon, and before the darkness of a winter's night completely veiled the land in shadows, the young Amara had made ways to a very accustomed structure that was not too far away from the heart of the Tribe lands. The snow fall in the lands were tapering, falling at a heavenly silence. The snow that had already blanketed the ground was quite deep, and Aidan had found himself having to be a little more agitated than usual with crossing through snow. Her equine was capable of conquering plenty landscapes, but snow of all thigns was one that was not often encountered, and a little tricky at first. Yet, it was as if Aidan himself had been in haste himself to return to a familiar place of his reverie. Coming to a point where her cabin was in view, Aidan didn't hesitate to halt as he picked up pace toward the structure. Her wooden abode had never looked anymore tempting than it had before. She could see that the lumber made to build the somewhat mini cottage of her own was still sturdy and standing strong, despite the snowfall that had collected on the roof and plenty more movements of erosion from wind, water, snow, ice, and sun.
Arriving at the foot of the door, the red she-wolf had leaped off the back of Aiden, patting him on the neck gently. "Didn't think we'd see this place in awhile, huh?" Asha spoke to him with a smirk, in which Aidan had only given a soft snort of agreement, or who knew what. Not wasting anymore time to stride to the foot of her door, Asha unlocked it to where she strode right in the front entrance. Instantly did the cold air of the house rush past her, prickling her fur. The atmosphere in the cabin actually seemed colder than the outside, if that made any sense. The bland smell of dust and stagnant air was present, but everything had still remained in its place before, like always. The table with the chair, the recliner, unfinished decorations here and there, unfinished weaponry and steel parts scattered about. It was like walking into the past, all over again for the second time. Her body instantly hurt for the feel of the soft recliner, but knew better that she might as well begin constructing up one of her old weapons again. Why, if she was to be a warrior, then she needed to have her equipment in tip-top condition, right?
Asha had picked a spear she had been working on, and strode back outside. Aidan was trying to salvage what he could with grains and hidden grasses beneath the snow that were frozen or dead. There was a small dugout of a fire pit not too far away from the entrance of the cabin, and removing most of the snow that buried it, she was able to start a decent flickering fire with a couple of spare logs she had around the back. Gravitating toward the warmth of the fire, she sat upon a rock as she began configuring around with her spear weapon; mainly tying multicolored feathers to the base of it that had fallen off previously. Aidan had stuck close to the fire as well, and Jaya had remained quite mute of himself through the whole ordeal.
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Often times Hemming was prone to wandering after sunset, when the night was like a curtain and the stars, no longer blanketed by the light of the sun, were free to poke out their heads. Dagrun frequently joined him on these little meanderings, as he forded rivers and waded through landscapes covered in snow, and as usual she sat quite cheerfully on the top of his head. There was something about the cool January night that was immensely refreshing, as if the air was newer than it usually was, and the Gatlvska breathed deeply and peered upwards. He sometimes tried to pick out constellations that the humans had invented, and though their stories were intriguing he found a certain amount of joy in finding his own forms and grasping for their stories. They were usually related to his own life, with tribal leaders and horses and spirit guides represented in the abstract arrangement of points of light. Less and less frequently did he imagine that the forms in the sky were the types of those he had read in human books, the detectives and the kings of old. AniWaya life had grown on him quickly and managed to sustain that growth as he continued to live there. There was no better place, he reflected as he saw a flicker of light born in the distance.
Curious as to who was starting a fire now and hungry for a bit of company, the wolf headed towards the flame. He recognized the girl from a distance, and a wide smile pulled across his face. It had disappointed him when he had learned that she had left, but Hemming imagined she was off on grand adventures. She seemed a strapping young wolf, one that could hold the world in her hands if she wanted to. Now that she was back, perhaps she had some stories to tell.
He slowed his pace as he neared, stopping close enough that he could feel the light of the fire on his face. He didn't want to startle her, and it was possible that she didn't even remember him. His greeting would be a good hint, though; the wolf bowed over slightly and said with a grin, "Lady Asha."
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There had been several feathers to which she would tie below the portion of the head of the sharp point, mainly in hues that were exaggerate and brilliant colors of azure, emerald, and gold. There were plenty of choices to which she could decorate this particular spear, but given the specific colors that were on the feathers, she would signify this spear as something to use in a time of fishing. She aspired to have a weapon for each specific function: one for fishing, one for hunting, one for self defense, and one for general practice of throwing upon targets. This particular fishing spear had only been the very start to the rest of the collection she was about to craft, but for now, this was the only spear that she had that was designated for what she wanted it to be used for. Sure, there were wooden spears and sticks that could be melded into spears later, but this one would prove to be special for now.
The string and rope she acquired to tie on the feathers were from various sources upon her journey. Some of the rope was authentic rope made from the fibers of flax, grass, and animal hair, and other rope was what she had scavenged about while on her journeys in the outside world throughout the ruins of past human cities and of the wilderness. There were plenty of items she was able to hoard and scavenge along the way, so there had been a considerable pile of junk and debris she happened to drop off in her cabin that would be tended to at a later date. Tying one of the first feathers upon it, it was a shimmering blue one; small, but very colorful and attractive. The feather would probably be ruined in the coming time when the spear was to be used with fishing, but for now, it had decorated the projective well.
The Amara had been focused upon tying the last knot of the feather, until from the shadows of the cold darkness before her a figure had gently approached herself and the fire. There was a tall, lanky figure with a pelt that was mottled with various of gray and hues a little bit darker than such. Since the setting was dim and only the flicker of the light's fire was enough to reveal the individual's face, her amber eyes squinted a little as her ears perked forward and attempted to recognize the individual first by features alone. Soon enough would a bow come from the male, and a greeting that instantly piqued both her imagination and her memory. Instantly did her tell tale smirk wash over her muzzle, as she had lowered her crafting with tying the feather upon the spear. "Why, if it isn't Sir Hemming from the jousting this past summer!" Asha said with her voice full of amusement. Remembering their very first encounter briefly, it was one that was quite amusing, and certainly a time and place she would never begin to forget (and of course, wouldn't forget Hemming from that time either). "Come over from the cold out there, take a seat if you'd like." She then said in offering, patting a flattened rock shaped like a seating apparatus that was next to her.
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The shimmery feather caught Hemming's eye as Asha laid it down. He smiled at her response, nodding and making his way around the fire to settle on the rock she gestured at. It was a nice fire, bright enough to let its warm light flicker on the fur of the two wolves and light their eyes. Hemming stretched his legs, one crossed over the other, towards the fire to warm his toes. The recent few days hadn't been particularly cold, just chilly enough to keep the snow frozen, but the heat of the fire was remarkably pleasant. Letting out a satisfied 'mm' as he held his hands to the fire, the wolf said, "Meet any fire breathing dragons in your journeys?" A smile curled up one side of his face. He enjoyed the little game they had created and reveled in the fun of make-belief. He was truly interested, though, and the tone of voice in which he asked his question had sincerity and curiosity within it.
When the two had met the weather was warm and the fields green with new grasses. Asha had been one of Hemming's first acquaintances, and quickly, one of his first friends. It was hard to imagine that so much time had passed since he had first found AniWaya, difficult to understand that the seasons were taking the same amount of time to cycle as they normally did. So many things had changed, and though his time in AniWaya was short so far, the years before seemed like a half-remembered dream.
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Observing Hemming from the standpoint of her spot, he had looked quite similar to when she had last seen him. She had only caught real glimpse of him once during their jousting session, and it simply wasn’t enough time at the time to where she could really observe the details of who he was as an individual. The dimness of the shadows didn’t allow for all contours of his visage and figure to be seen, but the flickering light of the fire was enough at the moment to satiate her curiosity on the real details of Hemming. Aside from his height and lankiness, it seemed like his pelt almost blended in with the shadows around him, thought of course he wasn’t one that wore a black pelt, but maybe one that was on the gray side, and seemingly progressed to a darker state around his muzzle and his forehead. It had made his appearance seem mysterious, but the dancing light of the fire was able to give hints here and there of lighted contours.
For a moment the young Ayastigi herself simply relished in the absorption of the fire before them, soaking in as much harsh heat as possible. It wasn’t until Hemming then made an amusing statement of questioning Asha on experiencing any fire breathing dragons on her journey, which in turn of course made her muzzle smirk right back in amusement to this. Her amber eyes focused upon the fire a little more, before transitioning her gaze to Hemming and also gently shrugging her shoulders. “Unfortunately I haven’t. Thank the Spirits though those grizzlies don’t have that ability, or else I think we would all be in very grave danger. Fire breathing bears, not good.” There was a short laugh to be had of that, mentioning something of an encounter with a ravenous grizzly. The very reverie of such made the hairs upon her neck stand on end, and could feel the chill of adrenaline and fear begin to pump into her veins at the very thought. Her gaze then turned back to the fire. “Ah, it was just a minor confrontation. Nothing too dangerous. There’s a lot more to be cautious about on the outside, let me tell you. But, how have you and the tribe lands been during this whole time?” It was time to switch the question back over to him, in which she then turned her amber gaze back on him thoughtfully and with a small grin.
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