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16.Apr.18, 02:06 AM
N’mor yawned into his hand as he leaned against Rhezalth’s leg, waiting for T’ryn to appear and land so they could figure out their plan of attack. He’d arranged with his friend to go hunting weeks ago, but honestly, it had been one thing after another that had simply caused continuous delays. It didn’t help that the Katilan to Istan timezones were a bitch, and it had taken far too long for N’mor to finally just decide to spend a couple of days in the old Weyr. Which was why he was finally awake at 5am, as the sun was barely beginning to peek over the horizon.
They arrive, the bronze broke N’mor’s train of thought, his voice bored as he watched his brother angle down to join them after he told them where he and N’mor where. Can we start yet? he murmured, lazy and irritated at all the waiting. He’d been promised a hunt, and Rhezalth liked hunting felines. They were quick, agile, wily, and so much more fun to chase down than herd beasts, even if they didn’t taste nearly as good.
“Hey T,” N’mor greeted, grinning at his friend as he picked up the spear he’d brought with him. He was a long way from excellent with the weapon, but he could hit a target more often than he missed, even if it wasn’t as precise and neat as an arrow. “We came through yesterday, and the cats seem to like this one area in that general direction,” he gestured vaguely with his spear, “the pride is pretty big, so we should get a fair haul each.” He’d discovered when nosing around Ista Hold that the spotted feline coats were desired by more than a few high ranking socialites, primarily for the unique patterns the Southern kind came in, and N’mor had figured quickly that both he and T’ryn would make a pretty penny selling the hides.
“Hey T,” N’mor greeted, grinning at his friend as he picked up the spear he’d brought with him. He was a long way from excellent with the weapon, but he could hit a target more often than he missed, even if it wasn’t as precise and neat as an arrow. “We came through yesterday, and the cats seem to like this one area in that general direction,” he gestured vaguely with his spear, “the pride is pretty big, so we should get a fair haul each.” He’d discovered when nosing around Ista Hold that the spotted feline coats were desired by more than a few high ranking socialites, primarily for the unique patterns the Southern kind came in, and N’mor had figured quickly that both he and T’ryn would make a pretty penny selling the hides.
