Hoshor Plains Endless

Naturalist thread for Vi

Though smaller storms blustered through Hoshor Plains consistently, Vitihi knew the largest was yet to arrive. The summer heat was like a catalyst for the distant rolling clouds that churned violently over the East. However, tonight was unusual. The twilight was obscured. Bright stars smattered the velvety royal blue heavens as a small breeze washed over the grassy fields.

Vitihi laid prone among the tall wheat as the bison heard mooed and mumbled a few leagues away. Though she had spoken to Rakharo about her new position as Khaleesi, the maiden still needed to find peace within herself. It was a big responsibility... and not everyone in the pack was convinced she fit the part. Even Vitihi could admit she was an unusual candidate. She lacked the ferocity and sharpness of a natural leader. Yet, Rakharo saw something within her to secure his choice... and his words was law. It was known.

She watched the stars for sign as she rolled onto her side. Perhaps tomorrow would be easier.

He was not a naturalist by any means. He had taken great pains to avoid any feminine activities in his youth; it was bad enough he had the hips and slender form of a woman, despite his deep, booming, obviously masculine voice. But he didn't have that voice as a child, however, but that was a different story. Despite his attempts to avoid the weaker trades, he did pick up a couple of things or two concerning the weather. At those things or two alerted him of the strange weather patterns that the Wilds had experienced lately.

As he strode through the tall grass on his way to perform his night watch, he thought about what the storms meant. Patterns in weather often meant something of the future. The boy approached the bison herd, his eyes slowly adjusting to the slowly darkening sky. They lowed complacently, laying down for the night. They had little to fear in the night besides the khalas themselves, but the night shift was in place regardless.

His mind wandering in between Azzaro and the weather. In other instances, the thoughts of Azzaro might have won, if it were not for the ominous patterns of the storms. The wolf luckily regained his focus as he nearly tripped over a wolf in the grass. His lips parted to give a sharp retort, but he remembered the woman's russet and white pelt. "Khaleesi." He stepped back, ears flattening apologetically. "Forgive me, I didn't see you."