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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:14 pm
Naqenni broke the surface of the sea with a sharp inhale, eyes held shut for a moment still as she paddled to hold her position, head above water. One cursory glance to the sky after told her that her next training session with one of the tribe’s archers — Zandala, whom she had actually gotten to know decently well over the course of her upbringing, given her common interest in bows — was drawing near rapidly. She kicked off, and headed for shore. Her long toes curled into the wet sand when she reached shallow water and waded onto the beach, hands already in her hair and wringing her dreads.
Further in, about where the treeline met the sand, she fetched her belt of small, travelling weapons and the practice bow and quiver she was sometimes allowed to take about with her. It gave her a sense of readiness and security to have them—enough so that she wondered why they still insisted on occasion that she was still ‘too young’ to have a proper one of her own. Young or not — and she didn’t consider herself that young, Elzira knew she was fourteen — surely she was still better off with a weapon at her back than not.
It wasn’t an immediate concern, however. She had it today. She would have it for the next few hours at least, and she had a training session ahead of her. Though, for all she knew it might well be nothing but sparring without any bowmanship at all. Perish the thought.
Her long, coiling antennae bunched and flicked subtly as she made her way from the shoreline into camp, like loose, curious springs feeding her information about the world around her. All of the jungle’s sounds were now familiar ones, natural to her as the coiling fog and the salt of the sea. She felt most at home, frankly, in those spaces: the quiet ones, with only the jungle speaking to her, or the rolling surf.
As she stepped into the space of the camp and one of the younger Elaria dashed by her, screeching—or giggling, perhaps, she couldn’t quite tell. It all sounded equally distasteful to her. Young. Loud. Untrained. Blossomed shortly after ‘bloom fever’ struck among her older cousins once she and her two pioneering sisters had shown the tree could bear flowers, most likely. Naqenni grimaced.
“Watch were you run,” she snapped. But the child had already moved on, chased by another and paying no mind. Huffing her displeasure, Naq recommenced her journey, heading to the area she was set to meet Zandala.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:55 am
Zandala awoke early in the morning just a little before the sun had started to illuminate the land. She grabbed her things and went right to the river to wash. She took her time, letting the cool water relax her and slowly wake her up. By the time she was dried off the sun was peaking now and she ate her lunch on her way to visit the two blooms by Elzira. She would probably stay there until Lumikani woke up and came to visit them as well. Only when she knew her partner was there to watch over her daughters would she feel comfortable leaving.
Lumikani came a little after lunch, bringing Zandala some food before they exchanged a few words. It was nice having a sister to share her worries with, someone strong who would help with her daughters grow even stronger. They were a family and Zandala just felt happy to be around all three.
With Lumikani settled, Zandala headed out to the training area with her bow. She’d been so excited when she’d been handed the bow. The wood was different; it was from Yael and represented their new home, and her new life, perfectly. She planned on getting a new shape and such at some point later in her life with some carvings, perhaps some flowers to represent her daughters and something else for Lumikani.
On the practice field, Zandala started her regular training. She had a few minutes before Naqenni showed up. She’d taken up teaching the Elaria how to use the bow, it was almost like having a third daughter. Until Naqenni did show up though, Zandala was going to strengthen her shoulder and arm muscles so the pull of the string was easier and she could put more power behind her arrows.
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