
~Zing! Ker-thunk!~
An arrow narrowly misses a small, rust red squirrel as it scampers away in fear to a perch high atop its tree - upon reaching a safe height, it turns to glare down at the young mi'qote boy grinning up at it. It shakes its tiny paws, chattering something that sounds akin to a string of curses, and leaps away deeper into the forest.
""Mmm. Missed. He's got good reflexes."
The 16 year old boy shakes his head, thinking to himself as he returns his bow to its place on his back. That squirrel had been showing up a lot lately. Almost as it if was tracking him somehow, and it was always showing up when he was just about to land another squirrel kill. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that rust red squirrel was trying to protect it's brethren. But that'd be silly, since when do squirrels look out for each other in that manner? The boy shrugged to himself, and set off back to his makeshift camp near the Guardian Tree within the Shroud. He still didn't like going into town to stay at an inn. Too many people, and everybody stared at him. Like he was some sort of oddity at a circus.
He arrived at his camp, dropped his bow onto the ground with a soft thump and flopped down onto his sleeping bag - something he had received as payment for an odd job he did for the Alchemist who lived deep within the forest. The tall elezen was always looking for someone to do an odd job for him to he could continue his research. Something Ja'ren took advantage of as often as possible, for it beat going into town. There were far too many colors in town. They were overwhelming, sometimes to the point his eye started bleeding. It had begun doing this on his second trip for supplies, and how people had stared. No one even bothered to ask if he was alright. They just stared, some pointed, and others suddenly acted like he had the plague or something as they bolted away from him. These people were so strange. Nothing like the people back home. Ja'ren shook his head wildly, trying to calm his thoughts so he could sleep, it took awhile, but finally his overactive mind settled down and he drifted off into a light doze.
He bolted awake a few hours later to the sound of a surprised squeek and a loud ~twang~! As he hoisted himself off the ground, he brought his fists up, ready to engage whatever idiot had gotten too close, only to find the rust red squirrel flat on its back, looking dazed. His bow was on the ground nearby, the string snapped. The little squirrel had been seemingly attempting to break the bow, but only succeeded in breaking the twine and hitting itself in the head with the wooden portion of the bow.
Ja'ren stared at the sight before him, motionless, for what seemed like hours, before suddenly chuckling to himself as he picked up the bow and set it aside. He debated killing the squirrel right there, he could use the extra meat, but the bravery, or outright stupidity of the squirrel made him pause. What was the little animal thinking? This was definite proof the fellow was trying to stop Ja' from killing squirrels, but why? He couldn't just ask the thing, he didn't speak squirrel, but maybe the Alchemist might have some insight, seeing as the elezen had lived in the forest much longer than anyone else Ja'ren knew.
His mind made up, Ja'ren scooped up the squirrel in one arm, and his broken bow in the other. He'd need to move quickly to reach the small hut before nightfall, but once there, maybe he'd get some answers.
And more twine to fix the bow.
An arrow narrowly misses a small, rust red squirrel as it scampers away in fear to a perch high atop its tree - upon reaching a safe height, it turns to glare down at the young mi'qote boy grinning up at it. It shakes its tiny paws, chattering something that sounds akin to a string of curses, and leaps away deeper into the forest.
""Mmm. Missed. He's got good reflexes."
The 16 year old boy shakes his head, thinking to himself as he returns his bow to its place on his back. That squirrel had been showing up a lot lately. Almost as it if was tracking him somehow, and it was always showing up when he was just about to land another squirrel kill. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that rust red squirrel was trying to protect it's brethren. But that'd be silly, since when do squirrels look out for each other in that manner? The boy shrugged to himself, and set off back to his makeshift camp near the Guardian Tree within the Shroud. He still didn't like going into town to stay at an inn. Too many people, and everybody stared at him. Like he was some sort of oddity at a circus.
He arrived at his camp, dropped his bow onto the ground with a soft thump and flopped down onto his sleeping bag - something he had received as payment for an odd job he did for the Alchemist who lived deep within the forest. The tall elezen was always looking for someone to do an odd job for him to he could continue his research. Something Ja'ren took advantage of as often as possible, for it beat going into town. There were far too many colors in town. They were overwhelming, sometimes to the point his eye started bleeding. It had begun doing this on his second trip for supplies, and how people had stared. No one even bothered to ask if he was alright. They just stared, some pointed, and others suddenly acted like he had the plague or something as they bolted away from him. These people were so strange. Nothing like the people back home. Ja'ren shook his head wildly, trying to calm his thoughts so he could sleep, it took awhile, but finally his overactive mind settled down and he drifted off into a light doze.
He bolted awake a few hours later to the sound of a surprised squeek and a loud ~twang~! As he hoisted himself off the ground, he brought his fists up, ready to engage whatever idiot had gotten too close, only to find the rust red squirrel flat on its back, looking dazed. His bow was on the ground nearby, the string snapped. The little squirrel had been seemingly attempting to break the bow, but only succeeded in breaking the twine and hitting itself in the head with the wooden portion of the bow.
Ja'ren stared at the sight before him, motionless, for what seemed like hours, before suddenly chuckling to himself as he picked up the bow and set it aside. He debated killing the squirrel right there, he could use the extra meat, but the bravery, or outright stupidity of the squirrel made him pause. What was the little animal thinking? This was definite proof the fellow was trying to stop Ja' from killing squirrels, but why? He couldn't just ask the thing, he didn't speak squirrel, but maybe the Alchemist might have some insight, seeing as the elezen had lived in the forest much longer than anyone else Ja'ren knew.
His mind made up, Ja'ren scooped up the squirrel in one arm, and his broken bow in the other. He'd need to move quickly to reach the small hut before nightfall, but once there, maybe he'd get some answers.
And more twine to fix the bow.