Jonyna Si
Ko Vuto
Location: New Cov
Mood: Confused
Rayia tilted her head to one side, in the way felines do when they place the focus of their attention under heavy scrutiny. Her feline ears drew forward until they stood on end, quivering lightly. Jonyna's admission confused her.
'So... it is a dumb idea and we're going to learn it anyway?' Rayia thought to herself, though she conceded the point that Jonyna made next. The most important trait of a hunt was the ability to adapt to the environment, situation, and prey's movements. Jonyna's explanation also made sense and Rayia raised her head to nod.
"I see. I suppose that's true," She relented, watching with some awe as Jonyna used force manipulation to recall her saber once it had neatly sliced the branch supporting a nest of bird's eggs. And with that, Jonyna sent both Rayia and Ko out into the jungle.
Rayia's nose wrinkled at the thought of the task as she stepped out into the brush of the jungle. The warm, muggy air seemed to cling to her and her fur soon became slicked with perspiration. Brushing a lock of hair away from where it had been plastered to her face, she shook her head.
'If Mentor Jonyna wanted to throw me out of my comfort zone, it worked,' She thought to herself. The idea of hunting for food within a foreign jungle ran contrary to anything she had ever been taught. Perhaps if she had more time to immerse herself within New Cov's environment as a huntress usually did before stalking her prey, she might have more understanding of what exactly she should be looking for. As it was, she could only rely on her keen Felacatian senses, including her tail's ability to detect movement in a range around her through the tremors of vibration, her feline instincts, and... Light Fang.
'But, I can't throw the way that Jonyna did. Light Fang has more concentrated mass near the tip of the fang, as a result of the modulations made to the emitter. That means it's unbalanced for throwing. Maybe if I...' Rayia thought to herself, and reached into the pouch near her waist. She withdrew a simple wooden spoon like implement with a hole carved in it and a length of leather twine. The throwing device had gone almost unused since she'd departed Weik and Rayia fretted that the twine would have frayed or snapped. But it seemed to be intact as Rayia wound the twine around Light Fang's haft. The smooth wooden sppon like implement now fit snugly in her palm.
'If I throw Light Fang like a spear, and practice throwing it like a spear, then just maybe it will work,' Rayia thought to herself. Just then, a sweet scent wafted upon the breeze. Rayia's tail bristled as she felt movement high above her a short distance away. The movement was like the swaying of a slow pendelum or the bracing of a tree in strong winds, crawling forwards only to rustle back as tension relented and the suspended weight jittered to a stop before reversing course.