[Hopetoun] Vole Dancing

26th of Cylus 721

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[Hopetoun] Vole Dancing

26th Trial of Cylus during Arc 721
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She was sure that she'd followed the right set of tracks. There'd been two sets to choose from, both of them heading in opposite directions, with Hopetoun squarely in the middle. She was hunting cadouri who'd gotten lost trying to find an etchwing, and Vega knew that they might be in danger. Especially since one of them was a vole and, both times that she'd come across etchwings, she'd used voles to draw them out. Vega was travelling with Escher, her companion of many arcs now who had chosen to come with her and Arlo after they'd saved him in 718. They worked well together and he'd been her friend through thick and thin - as she had been his.

She was basing her decision on which set of tracks of the two to follow based on one of them heading inland, rather than heading to the coast. That made sense to her, assuming they recognised that etchwings weren't a coastal bird. Of course, if they mistakenly believed that the etchwing was a coastal bird, that logic didn't hold. But, Vega figured, since they'd gone hunting and hadn't come back - they'd found an etchwing or two. So, she was betting on this.

They made their way, following the tracks. Three small pairs of feet, and Vega stopped here and there, kneeling and pointing something out to Escher. Here, she said, they'd stopped and looked at something. "Do you see? They stopped. So what were they lookin' at, do you reckon?" Vega looked but couldn't see anything. Then, with a shake of her head as she realised her mistake, she dropped down to her haunches and looked from the viewpoint of a very short person.

"There's nests, up in the distance. Look," she said to Escher who joined her kneeling on the ground and saw them.

"I see them."

"That explains why they're headin' off in this direction. Come on then." As they moved, Escher spoke again. He wasn't the kind of man who talked a lot - his actions were more likely to be what he was judged by. But, as they moved his soft voice gave words to something he'd been feeling for a while. "I'm sorry, Vega" Vega looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"I should have been in Rharne with you." Vega rolled her eyes. "Don't you bloody start. Look, you were where you were supposed to be." He'd been with her father and cousins, after all.

"I could have helped you," he said, and she shook her head. "No, no you couldn't have. You could have been someone who I worried about. Someone who I had to think about in battles. Someone else I were responsible for. I tell you honestly, I gave thanks to Xiur every night that you lot weren't there." She had, there was no lie in her.

"Are you alright?" Escher asked, his strange eyes roaming over her face, trying to get some idea. Vega stopped walking and stood still, turning to look at him. "No," she said, with a smile. "No, Escher, I'm not. But I'm gettin' there." She patted him on the arm. "You're well nice to worry, an' I appreciate it. But no one can help me get to alright except me. I need to," she paused, thinking about what she needed. "I jus' need to live with bein' not alright. To understand an' accept that I've been through hell an' that I'm gettin' better, but right now, I'm not alright."

He seemed mostly satisfied with that, Vega thought. But then just as she started to walk again, he said. "I wish I could fix things for you." Vega smiled and shook her head. "I don't," she said honestly. "For two reasons. Mostly, because what happened needs and deserves to be worked out an' reflected on an' second?" She grinned at him. "Second is cos I'm not broken. Now stop lollygaggin' an' lets get goin'. We're catchin' up with them, I'm sure of it."

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26th Trial of Cylus during Arc 721
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They kept travelling for a while, Vega kept checking the tracks. Then, she spied something in a small clearing ahead and she moved more slowly, looking at what she was seeing. There, as they drew closer, Escher saw too that there were bright feathers on the ground. Vega sighed. "Don't go in that clearin' Escher, I don't want to spoil the tracks," she said. Standing there for a moment, she let her eyes roam over the whole area, and then she started to piece together what happened. Bit by bit, part by part, she saw what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Escher asked , a tinge of interest in her voice. "I'm seein' it, as it happened." Vega said. She could feel the questioning gaze Escher wore and she smiled. "I don't know how to explain it, other than that. I'm seein' it. Like ghosts, an' I'm watchin' them dance but there's no music. I see them. The etchwing attacked them an' they didn't see it comin'," Vega said, and she stepped into the clearing. "There's a really small one an' he's hurt. The etchwing were goin' for him." That was probably the vole, Vega thought.

"But they fought. The other two, they fought. They didn't kill the etchwing, but they scared it off an' they hurt it." She crouched down then, in the spot with the feathers, and she examined the ground. "There's blood, but I don't know whose. Migh' be cadouri, migh' be etchwing. I don't know." She sighed. "At least when I bleed, I've got the good grace to be a particular colour," she said. Pursing her lips, she stood. "Right, well. The etchwing flew off that way," she gestured. "An' the cadouri carried their injured companion this way." Frowning, she continued to examine what had happened.

"There's two sets of prints, but they're both heavier'n they were. So I reckon they're carryin' their friend. Both pairs are favourin' one leg particularly, an' there's blood from more 'n one of them."

She looked at Escher. "An' this is a few trials old. It's dry. So, we can follow it." She turned to look at where the etchwing had flown from. Kneeling to pick up one of the feathers, she smiled at Escher. "An' they're alive."

"How do you know that?" Escher sounded skeptical, Vega thought. "I don't," she admitted. "I don't know. But I also don't know that they're dead, so I've got a choice, an' I'm choosin' to believe they're still alive. A'righ?" He nodded.

Following the cadouri tracks was a relatively simple affair, considering her experience, but Vega was not happy at the blood. It wasn't that it was getting more, because it wasn't. But also, it wasn't drying up or stopping - the amount of blood being lost was consistent, and that gave her a cause to frown. There were no medics among this lot, she figured. Because, even with her limited skill, Vega knew that the thing to do was to stop or slow bleeding, as quickly as possible. Yet these people weren't. She examined the footprints and she sighed. When they'd been walking, almost hopping and skipping along, their footprints had been light but now? Now they were injured and they were carrying their injured friend. "These are not wilderness-savvy folks," she said to Escher. He looked at her querulously and Vega gestured. "Well, look at those shoes? Those are not hard-wearin' an' appropriate shoes."

Vega objected, on a fundamental level, to stupidity. She was worried about these cadouri and she understood that they were likely small and cute and fluffy. But she didn't care. She didn't. She was also- she was quite sure - totally immune to any small furry cuteness.

"They've gone this way," she said to Escher. "They won't be far. They're about as physical as the useless twins are." Vega sighed. "If any of them have died, I'm goin' to get them resurrected so I can kill them. An' I don't care how cute or furry they are. I don't. An' don't argue with me, I mean it."

Escher smiled at her as she stomped through the clearing; Vega was determined that she was not going to fall for these small furry dweebs and their cute notions of cuteness.

No siree. Not her.

"Hurry up." she said, to Escher. "There are furry dweebs in need this way."
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Vega's skin has a reflective metallic sheen with a red glow. Her eyes still swirl biqaj colours, but one colour is always bright red which glows like fire. She has a bright red glow in her chest, situated directly under the mark of a heart (Daia mark) in the middle of a glowing silver dragon on her chest (Xiur). She's unnaturally warm to the touch
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Re: [Hopetoun] Vole Dancing


Experience: +10 xp

Knowledge:

Hunting: The motivation of people you're hunting will determine their choices.
Hunting: Spotting differences in depth of footfall
Hunting: Match the height of your prey
Hunting: Observe tracks from a distance first.
Hunting: Work out what people from tracks
Psychology: Individuals process psychological trauma in different ways

Skillplay: Appropriate to level

Loot: None.

Injuries/Overstepping: None.

Magic Experience?: None.

Renown: None.

Comments:
I read the preceding thread as well as this one. The tone in this one is a bit more serious, even grim, which is appropriate, since Vega is now in the business of being about the business IN. hand. One thing I like about how you write Vega threads is that they manage to cover a lot of ground without bogging down. In this thread, Vega doesn’t just have distressed cadouri to track down, resurrect and then kill; she also has a pregnancy to deal with, and emotional scars from her experiences in Rharne to deal with, as well as solicitous clan members to placate. And she manages to touch on all these things without getting stuck in a lot of exposition.

It was engaging to read her reconstruct what befell the hapless cadouri, and how she responded to the import of it. I also totally believe her when she insists she’s impervious to their cuteness. :p

Let me know if you have any questions/feedback. Enjoy your rewards!
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