Vega had, during Cylus, helped and rescued some cadouri who had gone hunting etchwings. She had ended up saving them and two of the three had stayed in Hopetoun. Following that, she'd written to Saoire and offered to help out by running some classes on Fieldcraft and survival, Hunting and general wilderness skills. However, she'd been clear that she needed to do that from Hopetoun, as it was where she knew and she didn't want to run survival lessons in the Badlands. Vega knew what an opportunity this was and, when she'd received the ok from Saoire, she'd come up with an idea. Darius had agreed and so, Vega had gotten busy.
Vega's pregnancy was, now, known around Hopetoun and she was her usual self; namely, she knew people, they knew her. She'd gotten to know the people here, and they her. Her fiddle-playing each night pulled people together and, more than that the flag she'd been gifted pulled together in a sense of community. So, Darius had given her the ok to do this. First thing she'd done was to get notices out that she'd be organising patrols. Working together for the community, hunting, patrolling. She'd given this time, and this place, to meet up for any and all volunteers.
"Right," she said, to the group of settlers. There were six of them, the ones which Lars had picked as having the most hunting experience. "What I want to do is this," she was about to launch into her idea when she realised what she was doing. "Or, back a step. So. After Harold an' Winston joined us, I wrote to Saoire, an' offered to help out teachin' at the school. She's taken me up on that offer, an' I'm goin' to be teachin' people survival skills an' huntin' an' things, from Hopetoun. Before that happens, I'd like to make sure that we're all workin' together as well as we can, in that regard."
Shon, Vega's cousin, was with her and he regarded them solemnly, too. "So, lets talk about what we're doin' an' how we're doin' it. Lars, you're leadin' huntin' parties, yes?" He nodded his head and Vega looked around. "What I'd like to do, if you're willin', is to involve those people who're in Lars' huntin' parties in the lessons." Lars smiled, pleased with that. "I a pretty good hunter, an' I reckon that I can teach a thing or two." Lars seemed to almost speak more to the other settlers than to Vega when he answered. "You're the best hunter I've seen in a long time. It will be a help, I'm sure."
Vega smiled. "So, my plan is to teach Survival an' Huntin' for Saoire's school. But I want to include foragin' an' resource collectin' too. They don't teach weapons, but for us, I think extra lessons in usin' a bow would be good, too." They seemed happy with that, and Vega smiled. "So, Lars said you six are the best in terms of huntin' an' stuff. So, if we all work together an' get ourselves more organised, I think we can really bring in a lot more resources for Hopetoun, an' act as a sort of guard patrol, too." Vega sat back and looked at the six of them, and then at Lars.
"Yes," he said. "If we have regular hunts, we have regular patrols, too."
Vega nodded. "An' you can use that. At Storm's Edge, we used to have a place with a map on the wall an' before we went out, we noted where we were plannin' on goin' an' what time. That way, if somethin' goes wrong, we know where to start lookin' for missin' people." Lars nodded his head. That made sense, it was simple and easy to implement. And it would - potentially - save lives. "Then, when we get back we jus' report back an' make sure that we give the information of where we went, an' what we got. That way, we can start buildin' up a map of what's out there, an' we are able to more effectively map the area."
Looking at them, Vega realised that they were pleased with this - happy with the ideas. "Darius is happy with us doin' this, an' we'll be able to give him actual reports an' things. As people see the patrols happenin' it gives more of a sense of stability an' routine, too, so that helps morale. It's win win." They nodded.
"Right then," said Vega. "Lets get started."
