I stood up, balancing perfectly on the uppermost branch of the old willow, staring at the glowing blue, almost white, sphere hanging in the sky, and taking in the beauty of the perfect mix of moon, clouds, and stars. After a moment, I closed my eyes, and could hear so many animals that were abundant in the wood. There was an owl a tree away, preparing to swoop on a mouse and eat it for dinner. A couple miles away, there was a pack of wolves, howling at the moon, as wolves have a habit of doing.
Suddenly, I was distracted by a large noise. I quickly opened my eyes and grabbed the bow from the quiver on my back. I put the hood up on my heavy dark blue cloak and nimbly moved further down the tree, until I was low enough to see underneath the tree. I looked around, nocking an arrow into my bow and looking around. Soon, I was able to see my target. I started pulling the bow back, and then I realized I was about to shoot…
“Karjan?” I whispered as loudly as I could.
He looked up at me in a mischievous manner, which brought his hood down, and grinned. “Who else?”
I sighed, returning my bow and arrow. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you, of course.” He started climbing up the tree. “How are you getting on?”
“I’m fine.” I returned haughtily, climbing lower on the tree. “Just because I lived your lifestyle for three months doesn’t mean I can’t live here anymore. I’ve told you countless times–”
“–You belong here. I know.” Karjan settled himself on a lower branch. “Still. A guy can worry about a girl.”
“You’ve no need to worry.” I said, crouching on a branch somewhat across from his. Karjan stared at me for a few seconds, and I knew he had an ulterior motive for coming. I sighed to myself. “Okay. What is it really?”
Karjan looked, for a moment, as though he were going to deny there was anything else, but then his shoulders sagged. “The Council wants you back. The Vogans are rounding up again, and Yalrag thinks we would benefit from having you. He says you’re a great warrior, your precision with a bow is unmatched, and you have strategy.”
There were a million things running through my head right now. I lived with the Tyrum for three months, and they think they can involve me in whatever dispute they have?? I voiced my most strong opinion, louder than I should have.
“I should have never listened to you. I didn’t get anything from spending those three months in your lifestyle! I should have stayed in these woods and never made any contact with you… you… Carlaqu!!”
It was at this point that I inadvertently switched to my native language, ranting about all sorts of things, even ones that didn’t pertain, and Karjan was looking around worriedly, trying his best to silence me without the capability to touch me. After only a few seconds, I was pacing on my branch, and even started moving up the tree.
Eventually, Karjan just shouted out, “Thara!”
I collapsed, staying on the tree, staring at Karjan, and clasping my mouth. How could I be such an idiot?
“Sorry…” Karjan said, sitting down.
After a moment, I removed my hands from my mouth. “It’s okay… just… where did you hear that?”
“Your… Nervan name?”
I nodded, slowly. He shrugged, then said, “you know… you don’t have to come. Just move. They’ll never find you, and I won’t tell anyone.”
I shook my head.
“No?” He asked, surprised. I didn’t move. “So… you’re coming?”
“I… don’t know. Just leave, Karjan. You should be asleep.”
He looked at me curiously for a moment, then sighed. “Okay. Goodnight, Yeeja.” He climbed down the tree, put his hood up, and slowly walked southeast, toward the capitol of the Tyrum.
I lay on the branch, staring at the moon through the branches. “Goodnight,” I murmured quietly.
Suddenly, I was distracted by a large noise. I quickly opened my eyes and grabbed the bow from the quiver on my back. I put the hood up on my heavy dark blue cloak and nimbly moved further down the tree, until I was low enough to see underneath the tree. I looked around, nocking an arrow into my bow and looking around. Soon, I was able to see my target. I started pulling the bow back, and then I realized I was about to shoot…
“Karjan?” I whispered as loudly as I could.
He looked up at me in a mischievous manner, which brought his hood down, and grinned. “Who else?”
I sighed, returning my bow and arrow. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you, of course.” He started climbing up the tree. “How are you getting on?”
“I’m fine.” I returned haughtily, climbing lower on the tree. “Just because I lived your lifestyle for three months doesn’t mean I can’t live here anymore. I’ve told you countless times–”
“–You belong here. I know.” Karjan settled himself on a lower branch. “Still. A guy can worry about a girl.”
“You’ve no need to worry.” I said, crouching on a branch somewhat across from his. Karjan stared at me for a few seconds, and I knew he had an ulterior motive for coming. I sighed to myself. “Okay. What is it really?”
Karjan looked, for a moment, as though he were going to deny there was anything else, but then his shoulders sagged. “The Council wants you back. The Vogans are rounding up again, and Yalrag thinks we would benefit from having you. He says you’re a great warrior, your precision with a bow is unmatched, and you have strategy.”
There were a million things running through my head right now. I lived with the Tyrum for three months, and they think they can involve me in whatever dispute they have?? I voiced my most strong opinion, louder than I should have.
“I should have never listened to you. I didn’t get anything from spending those three months in your lifestyle! I should have stayed in these woods and never made any contact with you… you… Carlaqu!!”
It was at this point that I inadvertently switched to my native language, ranting about all sorts of things, even ones that didn’t pertain, and Karjan was looking around worriedly, trying his best to silence me without the capability to touch me. After only a few seconds, I was pacing on my branch, and even started moving up the tree.
Eventually, Karjan just shouted out, “Thara!”
I collapsed, staying on the tree, staring at Karjan, and clasping my mouth. How could I be such an idiot?
“Sorry…” Karjan said, sitting down.
After a moment, I removed my hands from my mouth. “It’s okay… just… where did you hear that?”
“Your… Nervan name?”
I nodded, slowly. He shrugged, then said, “you know… you don’t have to come. Just move. They’ll never find you, and I won’t tell anyone.”
I shook my head.
“No?” He asked, surprised. I didn’t move. “So… you’re coming?”
“I… don’t know. Just leave, Karjan. You should be asleep.”
He looked at me curiously for a moment, then sighed. “Okay. Goodnight, Yeeja.” He climbed down the tree, put his hood up, and slowly walked southeast, toward the capitol of the Tyrum.
I lay on the branch, staring at the moon through the branches. “Goodnight,” I murmured quietly.
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Please, let me know if you want more, and I’m open to suggestions, after all, this just started randomly from my mind.
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