One Fine Day|Naurorod
Oct 1, 2006 21:28:06 GMT -5
Post by lattsyrck on Oct 1, 2006 21:28:06 GMT -5
It was a comfortable day in early Autumn; Animals were running around and storing reserves for the winter as were any humans in the area. Fire clans roved about gathering and trapping as needed, sewing up leathers and furs for the eventual winter season, making any repairs while they could, and soaking up the Day’s warm rays while it lasted. Through the forests of Naurorod there lay a settled clan to the south of the Mountain and north of Athrug. The Pyre clans had plenty of members who did not make permanent homesteads or settlements or towns, or what have you; this clan, however, did.
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Prisca was a young girl of ten and seven years. With thick auburn locks, curly by the norm and decorated by a handful of thin braids giving her a wild look, and bright blue eyes, she stood five feet and six inches high in a fit frame. She was not much into make-ups but she lightly lined her eyes with kohl because she liked the dramatic look. Enjoying crimsons mostly, she wore a loose tunic top of the color, which fell mid thigh, with black leggings beneath. Also, she had a dyed-to-black leather belt around her waist; she wore knee high boots and gloves of the same material (the gloves to protect her hands from splinters from the basket she carried). The gloves were fitted and covered her wrists and up her forearm about and inch and a half or so. The underside of her left wrist bore her fire elemental sign it was just covered by the glove.
Never having gone on a Force Quest, Prisca was recently thinking on the matter. Though the world was dangerous and she was unsure if she could really go it alone, she had tentatively begun to breach the subject with her father. Coming of age for women in clan Lhach Linnod was barely noticed since most women just married young and had children. Age sixteen was when suitors would show interest and a girl was usually married by the time she was eighteen. Prisca had been asked, of course, but she plead that she was thinking still. She was not so sure she wanted to marry yet.
Being a part of this clan, and being hunters as they were, she did have some skill as to fighting and such. Even as a woman she had been taught to fight with daggers, just in case, and some archery. By no means was she surpassing certain men in the clan, but she did surpass some women at least. There were only a couple women in the clan who cared about learning to fight well and maybe even never marry.
In any case, she did not think she could traverse the world alone nor would she want to, it would be far too dull. None of her girl-friends wanted to go on a Force Quest or travel even, but to stay in the clan and marry. Some of her male-friends would be good companions, but she knew the implications and her father would not likely approve. Her older brother, who was 21, had not yet gone on a Force quest either so she thought maybe they could go together but she had only just begun to think on these things. Then again, if she was to get to know the world staying with a family member was slightly binding. Implications aside, she thought a good friend of hers would be nice (whether her brother came too or not)
Currently, Prisca walked down the main street of town in the middle of the day, the sun warming her considerably, as she carried some produce back home from the market. School-age children ran about as classes (simplistic as they were) were let out for lunch and men sat around smoking pipes and chatting while they took breaks from their various jobs.
Prisca’s home sat at the end of the main street that ran through the middle of town. Stone homes all with flat stone roofs, since they were of the fire element and wood burns too easily (even though they could control their powers, stone seemed better since they were settled anyway), though they had wooden beams on the houses for structure. Outside her house was a small garden of flowers and herbs her mother kept, and there her mother hunched pulling weeds and tending her garden before she was to go prepare a light lunch.
Her older brother was out with her father catching animals to trade in town and her younger siblings were in classes. Being past school age, Prisca helped around the house (like going to other homes or the market to trade) or practiced certain skills in the back yard, or tended the two horses they had that resided in one of the shared stables. She was getting to that point in her life where she wanted…more.
Prisca wanted to see cites and meet other elementals. In classes as a child she had learned their history and about the wars and all that had gone on as was recorded since the beginning. All she knew was the fire clan, mostly staying in this town and once having gone with her father and older brother to a neighboring settled clan. Nomad clans came through town and they lived near the City of Death, Athrug, so they had seen war-time troubles, too.
When the fire clans were called to burn the Clear City down…her father and brother went, some older women who were unmarried or widowed did too. Her father would not let her go, though. “Too dangerous” he said. Nonetheless, she wanted to see the world and know what was out there. Thus, as she walked home with the basket of produce, her mind was completely elsewhere...
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Prisca was a young girl of ten and seven years. With thick auburn locks, curly by the norm and decorated by a handful of thin braids giving her a wild look, and bright blue eyes, she stood five feet and six inches high in a fit frame. She was not much into make-ups but she lightly lined her eyes with kohl because she liked the dramatic look. Enjoying crimsons mostly, she wore a loose tunic top of the color, which fell mid thigh, with black leggings beneath. Also, she had a dyed-to-black leather belt around her waist; she wore knee high boots and gloves of the same material (the gloves to protect her hands from splinters from the basket she carried). The gloves were fitted and covered her wrists and up her forearm about and inch and a half or so. The underside of her left wrist bore her fire elemental sign it was just covered by the glove.
Never having gone on a Force Quest, Prisca was recently thinking on the matter. Though the world was dangerous and she was unsure if she could really go it alone, she had tentatively begun to breach the subject with her father. Coming of age for women in clan Lhach Linnod was barely noticed since most women just married young and had children. Age sixteen was when suitors would show interest and a girl was usually married by the time she was eighteen. Prisca had been asked, of course, but she plead that she was thinking still. She was not so sure she wanted to marry yet.
Being a part of this clan, and being hunters as they were, she did have some skill as to fighting and such. Even as a woman she had been taught to fight with daggers, just in case, and some archery. By no means was she surpassing certain men in the clan, but she did surpass some women at least. There were only a couple women in the clan who cared about learning to fight well and maybe even never marry.
In any case, she did not think she could traverse the world alone nor would she want to, it would be far too dull. None of her girl-friends wanted to go on a Force Quest or travel even, but to stay in the clan and marry. Some of her male-friends would be good companions, but she knew the implications and her father would not likely approve. Her older brother, who was 21, had not yet gone on a Force quest either so she thought maybe they could go together but she had only just begun to think on these things. Then again, if she was to get to know the world staying with a family member was slightly binding. Implications aside, she thought a good friend of hers would be nice (whether her brother came too or not)
Currently, Prisca walked down the main street of town in the middle of the day, the sun warming her considerably, as she carried some produce back home from the market. School-age children ran about as classes (simplistic as they were) were let out for lunch and men sat around smoking pipes and chatting while they took breaks from their various jobs.
Prisca’s home sat at the end of the main street that ran through the middle of town. Stone homes all with flat stone roofs, since they were of the fire element and wood burns too easily (even though they could control their powers, stone seemed better since they were settled anyway), though they had wooden beams on the houses for structure. Outside her house was a small garden of flowers and herbs her mother kept, and there her mother hunched pulling weeds and tending her garden before she was to go prepare a light lunch.
Her older brother was out with her father catching animals to trade in town and her younger siblings were in classes. Being past school age, Prisca helped around the house (like going to other homes or the market to trade) or practiced certain skills in the back yard, or tended the two horses they had that resided in one of the shared stables. She was getting to that point in her life where she wanted…more.
Prisca wanted to see cites and meet other elementals. In classes as a child she had learned their history and about the wars and all that had gone on as was recorded since the beginning. All she knew was the fire clan, mostly staying in this town and once having gone with her father and older brother to a neighboring settled clan. Nomad clans came through town and they lived near the City of Death, Athrug, so they had seen war-time troubles, too.
When the fire clans were called to burn the Clear City down…her father and brother went, some older women who were unmarried or widowed did too. Her father would not let her go, though. “Too dangerous” he said. Nonetheless, she wanted to see the world and know what was out there. Thus, as she walked home with the basket of produce, her mind was completely elsewhere...