Talia was fairly pleased with her little hut and over the next few days, she added to her temporary home. A palm mat was easy to weave on the following day and she found the strange nuts hanging from the trees to be nourishing, though her stomach hadn't adjusted well to them that first evening. She had climbed a tree using her shirt to wrap around the trunk as a counterbalance as she braced her feet to make the ascent. The hard green nuts were easy to retrieve and she used her knife to knock down a slew of them before making her way to the sandy ground again. With her prizes gathered in her arms, she retreated to her hut where she could crack them in the shade.
The green outer shell was difficult to deal with, sliding out of her hands a few times, until she finally managed to wedge her knife point under a small divet and pry apart the hull. Excited for some food, she dug into the shell, looking for the meat and found yet another shell, this one smaller and covered in hairy fibers. What sort of joke was this? She couldn't eat the second nut on the inside, and she set to work cracking the hairy part. A few slips of the knife got her irritated, but after much stabbing and a few kicked coconuts, she pried open the orb with a loud grunt of victory. The juice splattered her arms and her sleeping mat, but that didn't bother her as she brought the jagged edge to her lips to drink down what remained. "Mmmm...." It was satisfying. Better than satisfying. The nuts meaty interior was delicious and once the first one was entirely stripped down, she grabbed up another greedily and set to work.
Not three hours later while she hunted a treat for the falcon, her stomach gave a gurgle. Ignoring the rumble, she kept walking through the desert, looking for any sign of a snake or other treat for the falcon to be tempted with. Then a pressure began to build in her guts, inching its way down to a very unpleasant exit. She was fine so long as she could get her hunting done, but another loud squeak from her lower belly told her that wasn't going to happen. "Uhg...no.." Talia clutched at her stomach and scanned the desert looking for a decent place to hide. She didn't want to be caught out in the open taking a shit. Her golden eyes landed on a larger sand dune and that sealed her decision to make a break for it, dashing to the shady side of the dune while she unbuttoned her pants on the way. After an hour, her intestines stopped twisting and she kicked a fair amount of sand over the mess. On the fourth kick, her foot ran across something solid and it went flying into the air, flailing about with an angry hiss. Snake.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her scythe and stepped forward to swipe its head off before it had the chance to recover. A flash of blood sent the snakes head rolling, though her cut was a little further down the body than she had wanted. The serpents brown scaled body twitched, curling in on itself for a few minutes before going limp so she could pick it up. It wasn't beyond her that the creature had been snoozing not 5 ft from where she had chosen to stop and she made mental note to be more careful where she stepped out in the sand from now on.
The bird didn't like her, and that was made apparent the next day when she had a chance to approach it on her own. It roosted on the smithy wall for a while and she approached it with deliberate movements. As soon as she got within 10 feet of it, the great falcon began to hiss at her, and she stopped. Pulling the snake from her belt, and held the offering up so the bird could see it with a beady yellow eye. "That's right," she said, making it track her hands, "You like snakes I bet." At least it wasn't hissing at her when she tossed up the fare, allowing it to snatch the meat from the air.
Every day, she tried to get close to the bird without much luck. Still, she had hope that she could get the creature to let her near. She wanted to bring the bird home where it belonged but she couldn't do that unless it let her close without tearing her to shreds. Some tribes just grabbed and ran with the birds when they were small, but hers didn't snatch eglets from their nest. After the 4th day, she retreated to her reed hut, having spent hours in the sun trying to get close to the bird, and avoiding Arames. What would she do if she was away from home too long? Her mother already presumed she was dead more than likely and her brother wouldn't spare anyone to come looking. Rolling over, Talia picked at her reed mat and sighed. The bird would mean everything to her people and she had to find a way to bring it home. Slowly her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep curled up on her side.
Swoosh. The sound of the wind roaring woke her. Each gust ripped through the palm leaves as the reed frame of her hut clattered against the rocks at its base while sand blasted through the walls, stinging against her skin. A storm? Surely it wouldn't get that bad. It wasn't like the sand trap had much rain to cause too serious of a storm. She picked up her shirt and huddled down underneath it, trying to ignore the wind until a heavy gust bent the reeds nearly on top of her from the force of the wind, making her sit up some to support her hut at the frame. Her muscles strained hard against the wind to keep her hut in place. "No..no...no..." How long would the storm last? Another hard gust hit and the reeds snapped like twigs, wrenching the structure out of her hands and cutting them along the way. As soon as the shelter was gone, a rain of mud and sand hit her like a wall and she yelped at the sharp stinging amid the hard hits of mud splattering her. There was only one thing she could do, and that was run to the smithy. Snatching up her scythe, Talia half stumbled and half ran to the half walls of the workshop then dove into the corner with her head covered. All sound was swept away along with any clean air available. She coughed and sputtered as she tucked her nose into her shirt, curling into herself and praying to Kulytra that she was strong enough to weather the storm.
The green outer shell was difficult to deal with, sliding out of her hands a few times, until she finally managed to wedge her knife point under a small divet and pry apart the hull. Excited for some food, she dug into the shell, looking for the meat and found yet another shell, this one smaller and covered in hairy fibers. What sort of joke was this? She couldn't eat the second nut on the inside, and she set to work cracking the hairy part. A few slips of the knife got her irritated, but after much stabbing and a few kicked coconuts, she pried open the orb with a loud grunt of victory. The juice splattered her arms and her sleeping mat, but that didn't bother her as she brought the jagged edge to her lips to drink down what remained. "Mmmm...." It was satisfying. Better than satisfying. The nuts meaty interior was delicious and once the first one was entirely stripped down, she grabbed up another greedily and set to work.
Not three hours later while she hunted a treat for the falcon, her stomach gave a gurgle. Ignoring the rumble, she kept walking through the desert, looking for any sign of a snake or other treat for the falcon to be tempted with. Then a pressure began to build in her guts, inching its way down to a very unpleasant exit. She was fine so long as she could get her hunting done, but another loud squeak from her lower belly told her that wasn't going to happen. "Uhg...no.." Talia clutched at her stomach and scanned the desert looking for a decent place to hide. She didn't want to be caught out in the open taking a shit. Her golden eyes landed on a larger sand dune and that sealed her decision to make a break for it, dashing to the shady side of the dune while she unbuttoned her pants on the way. After an hour, her intestines stopped twisting and she kicked a fair amount of sand over the mess. On the fourth kick, her foot ran across something solid and it went flying into the air, flailing about with an angry hiss. Snake.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her scythe and stepped forward to swipe its head off before it had the chance to recover. A flash of blood sent the snakes head rolling, though her cut was a little further down the body than she had wanted. The serpents brown scaled body twitched, curling in on itself for a few minutes before going limp so she could pick it up. It wasn't beyond her that the creature had been snoozing not 5 ft from where she had chosen to stop and she made mental note to be more careful where she stepped out in the sand from now on.
The bird didn't like her, and that was made apparent the next day when she had a chance to approach it on her own. It roosted on the smithy wall for a while and she approached it with deliberate movements. As soon as she got within 10 feet of it, the great falcon began to hiss at her, and she stopped. Pulling the snake from her belt, and held the offering up so the bird could see it with a beady yellow eye. "That's right," she said, making it track her hands, "You like snakes I bet." At least it wasn't hissing at her when she tossed up the fare, allowing it to snatch the meat from the air.
Every day, she tried to get close to the bird without much luck. Still, she had hope that she could get the creature to let her near. She wanted to bring the bird home where it belonged but she couldn't do that unless it let her close without tearing her to shreds. Some tribes just grabbed and ran with the birds when they were small, but hers didn't snatch eglets from their nest. After the 4th day, she retreated to her reed hut, having spent hours in the sun trying to get close to the bird, and avoiding Arames. What would she do if she was away from home too long? Her mother already presumed she was dead more than likely and her brother wouldn't spare anyone to come looking. Rolling over, Talia picked at her reed mat and sighed. The bird would mean everything to her people and she had to find a way to bring it home. Slowly her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep curled up on her side.
Swoosh. The sound of the wind roaring woke her. Each gust ripped through the palm leaves as the reed frame of her hut clattered against the rocks at its base while sand blasted through the walls, stinging against her skin. A storm? Surely it wouldn't get that bad. It wasn't like the sand trap had much rain to cause too serious of a storm. She picked up her shirt and huddled down underneath it, trying to ignore the wind until a heavy gust bent the reeds nearly on top of her from the force of the wind, making her sit up some to support her hut at the frame. Her muscles strained hard against the wind to keep her hut in place. "No..no...no..." How long would the storm last? Another hard gust hit and the reeds snapped like twigs, wrenching the structure out of her hands and cutting them along the way. As soon as the shelter was gone, a rain of mud and sand hit her like a wall and she yelped at the sharp stinging amid the hard hits of mud splattering her. There was only one thing she could do, and that was run to the smithy. Snatching up her scythe, Talia half stumbled and half ran to the half walls of the workshop then dove into the corner with her head covered. All sound was swept away along with any clean air available. She coughed and sputtered as she tucked her nose into her shirt, curling into herself and praying to Kulytra that she was strong enough to weather the storm.
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