Ouriana listened as the fire crackled but a few steps away from her. It was an unusually cold night for this early in the season but not uncommon, in the distance members of her clan could be seen. Earthen huts and tents were being erected, while still others placed leather and hide bound structures up as temporary shelters. The Khoonda plains were vast and wide, the structures of the more urbanized areas of Dantooine could be seen. Even as the pthalo and prussian blue hues of the midnight black roved across the skies. Glimmering stars and the bone white color of the moon shined down across the grass.
The wind carried the howls of the hounds, and the fire continued to snap and pop. Ourania closed her eyes and listened to nature's symphony. She listened as the river flowed nearby rushing into the waterfall below, tomorrow they would fish and forage, tonight the clan would rest. Kopelle played along on his flute adding to the ambiance that surrounded the camp. [member="Lyris Vyrehl"] was somewhere within the camp, of that Ourania was certain just as she was certain that [member="Riela Amun"] was also nearby. [member="Prudii Amun"] lingering around the camp or perhaps he had gone out with the hunters earlier, if so then Ourania felt secure with knowing that the hunt would be successful.
Her eyes caught sight of Nan, an elderly woman who arrived with a cast iron pot. Ourania moved to help fix the pot over the fire. She then sat beside Nan as they both tended to the contents of the pot. Tonight's dinner, made from the left over rice and vegetables from their journey. Kopelle paused his flute playing to bring out an iron griddle where another of the clan brought over some flour and water in separate bowls. A quiet night overall throughout the camp, even as they set to welcome [member="Bryce Americus"] into the fold.
He would be met by two of the clan's hunters at his landing site, and brought on horseback to the camp. Where the site of rather primitive tools and high end technology came together as one. Beskar'gam laid out with pieces taken off for cleaning or mending. Blasters laid beside hunting knives, all on blankets or tables with fires and standing torches being the only sources of light.
The wind carried the howls of the hounds, and the fire continued to snap and pop. Ourania closed her eyes and listened to nature's symphony. She listened as the river flowed nearby rushing into the waterfall below, tomorrow they would fish and forage, tonight the clan would rest. Kopelle played along on his flute adding to the ambiance that surrounded the camp. [member="Lyris Vyrehl"] was somewhere within the camp, of that Ourania was certain just as she was certain that [member="Riela Amun"] was also nearby. [member="Prudii Amun"] lingering around the camp or perhaps he had gone out with the hunters earlier, if so then Ourania felt secure with knowing that the hunt would be successful.
Her eyes caught sight of Nan, an elderly woman who arrived with a cast iron pot. Ourania moved to help fix the pot over the fire. She then sat beside Nan as they both tended to the contents of the pot. Tonight's dinner, made from the left over rice and vegetables from their journey. Kopelle paused his flute playing to bring out an iron griddle where another of the clan brought over some flour and water in separate bowls. A quiet night overall throughout the camp, even as they set to welcome [member="Bryce Americus"] into the fold.
He would be met by two of the clan's hunters at his landing site, and brought on horseback to the camp. Where the site of rather primitive tools and high end technology came together as one. Beskar'gam laid out with pieces taken off for cleaning or mending. Blasters laid beside hunting knives, all on blankets or tables with fires and standing torches being the only sources of light.