Recent content by Zeri Rekani

All about patience and persistence. That's what Pa always said, and that's what Zeri kept at heart. Such was the lot of the hunter, be that hunter a lion or an eagle or an orc and a human armed each with a spear. Weylin seemed a little flustered a first when his initial thrust produced no fish...

"AHH!" A fierce enough warcry. But it didn't yield any results. Zeri had plunged her spear into the water and wrenched it back out with a great splash, but no fish was impaled upon its iron. She just gave a little laugh and a sigh, shifting her straddling stance between the two rocks, and...

"All right!" she exclaimed, genuinely excited. The whole idea of it seemed entirely new to Weylin, foreign, so she was eager to share this small piece of her culture with him. It was one reason why she spent much of her younger days helping travelers to Bhathairk as they trickled in through the...

"Yeah! We sure do!" Zeri said. It wasn't that she had missed the somber tone which had come over Weylin just prior to him, in that minorly incredulous way, asking if she and the others really used spears for fishing. She hadn't. Weylin could be very subtle with his emotions. Guarded, even. His...

"Oh, she's feisty," Zeri said. "We can hardly blame her, though. All that time spent cooped up on the boat. She just wants to play, that's all!" As Weylin carried White away, Zeri went back and rearranged the mess of tinder, sticks, and chopped firewood into some semblance of order. There. That...

As Weylin was pitching the tent, Zeri had pulled out her hatchet and had set to chopping dead branches from a tree not so far from their camp. She came back with an armload of firewood and set it down on a cleared patch of ground. Went back out. Came back again with another armload, and by then...

Zeri got into a particular rhythm, a rhythm which made distant everything else in the world save for the rowing. She just kept at it, trying to ignore the mounting burn of fatigue in her arms. The Bystrza was a mighty river, and the spirits which flowed within it were wild and whimsical! But...

Zeri took hold of her oar with both hands and, grunting, started the circular motion of rowing. And she could feel exactly which muscles in her arms were being taxed by the effort. They were only going against the current a little bit, their angle mostly aligned with the flowing water of the...

It took a moment, watching the smooth bank glide by at the speed of the river's current, for Zeri to realize that they weren't getting very much closer to it. She glanced back over her shoulder to Weylin. By the spirits, he was trying, but he had been rowing and keeping their course straight all...

It was something of a good thing that Weylin brought the conversation back down to earth, so to speak. Phew, spirits, those were some dizzying heights! Her heart ached with affection, though the tiny, gripping pain of it she found she quite liked. She sat back at the head of the boat. "Hm. I...

Simple words, but in them was contained so much: the wholeness of a journey, harrowing peril and terrible sorrow, the perseverance through it, the leaning upon one another, friendship, caring, more. Zeri's heart melted with affection. For as much as she wanted to explore the world and experience...

Zeri made claws out of arched fingers and held them up menacingly in Weylin's peripheral vision. "Grrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrr!" She spoke with a harsh, throaty voice, trying to sound as flagrantly evil as possible. "I'm gonna chase you this time! And there's no lost dwarven hold around here to save...

Zeri pulled back after Weylin spoke, smile undimmed. He was always terse, Weylin was. It was novel to the point of being out of character for him when on the rare occasion he did speak more than a sentence or two. Still, Zeri loved to chisel away at his metaphorical shell. Despite the...

A moment of contemplative quiet. "That's good," Zeri said. Even though he couldn't see, she nodded in approval. "That's good, Weylin." Then, on a flight of whimsy, Zeri pounced on Weylin from behind. One arm wrapped around his waist, the other thrown over his shoulder, her chin resting on his...

This is cold here? "Oh hush!" Zeri leaned forward, planting a dainty smack on Weylin's back. To her she'd taken it as a boast. Though it highlighted a truth, right? She still had a bunch of acclimatizing to do. Well, as she was now, at least she wouldn't be uncomfortable if she made her way all...