If Dorian had ever questioned how Bramen had the stamina to run practically everywhere, he was his answer. The pair of hunters moved ahead of the mage, Deywen occasionally slowing his pace to let Dorian catch up. The Dalish windhounds stayed ahead, all but gliding in their hurried steps. They easily manoeuvred around trees and bushes, hopping over fallen logs and rocks with no effort to speak of. Camras whistled again and suddenly, another set out hounds joined them, running along either side of Dorian before bolting ahead to join the others.
It felt like it hadn't been long at all before they reached a clearing. In fact, Dorian could no doubt swear that he and Bramen had passed through this very clearing - but it was no longer silent. There were dozens of white halla grazing around, nibbling at the grass, standing peacefully, glancing lazily over to where the dogs were approaching. Over on a small hill made of rocks, a red and white hart looked over the area. Near it were another few windhounds, the Dalish dogs getting to their feet as the rest of their apparent pack approached.
As those dogs rose up, another half dozen hunters seemed to emerge from the woods. The hart made a low trumpet and stamped its front hooves, the hunter nearest to it moving closer and climbing onto the beast's back. No saddle, no reins, the elf simply held onto the stag's antler's and pat its neck, the deer moving obediently. The the dogs in tow, the elf on the hart began to circle where the halla were grazing, the hounds darting out to start herding them together. The hunters all moved to help do similarly, making certain all the halla were rounded up in the center of the clearing. Camras moved ahead to start counting the deer, Deywen kept his attention upon Dorian.
"Come," he urged, motioning, "walk like this." He held his hands out at his sides, moving towards the halla. He glanced over his shoulder towards Dorian again, speaking once more. "They will begin walking towards you, they shall split themselves into groups of two and walk on either side of you." Deywen turned and moved away, leaving that as the extent of his instruction for the mage. He could handle it, no doubt. The elf moved towards the gathering of hall, standing outside their group as he started speaking loudly in his people's tongue, pointing towards Dorian and towards the halla.
The deer in the center all began to walk forward, making their way towards Dorian. They came alarmingly close - perhaps closer than the man had ever been with halla. The white deer and their intricately carved antlers would come close, all but brush their nose against the man as they sniffed, slowly moving to either side and walking past him. They calmly approached, calmly sectioned themselves into groups, walking single-file without any further instruction. A few of the halla moved closer to Dorian's hands as they walked, allowing for his fingers to brush against their pelts, making soft noises as they walked.
A queue of deer formed behind Dorian, standing two by two, side by each. Two of the halla remained beside the mage, standing on either side as they waited for further instruction.
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Date: 2015-02-19 12:59 pm (UTC)It felt like it hadn't been long at all before they reached a clearing. In fact, Dorian could no doubt swear that he and Bramen had passed through this very clearing - but it was no longer silent. There were dozens of white halla grazing around, nibbling at the grass, standing peacefully, glancing lazily over to where the dogs were approaching. Over on a small hill made of rocks, a red and white hart looked over the area. Near it were another few windhounds, the Dalish dogs getting to their feet as the rest of their apparent pack approached.
As those dogs rose up, another half dozen hunters seemed to emerge from the woods. The hart made a low trumpet and stamped its front hooves, the hunter nearest to it moving closer and climbing onto the beast's back. No saddle, no reins, the elf simply held onto the stag's antler's and pat its neck, the deer moving obediently. The the dogs in tow, the elf on the hart began to circle where the halla were grazing, the hounds darting out to start herding them together. The hunters all moved to help do similarly, making certain all the halla were rounded up in the center of the clearing. Camras moved ahead to start counting the deer, Deywen kept his attention upon Dorian.
"Come," he urged, motioning, "walk like this." He held his hands out at his sides, moving towards the halla. He glanced over his shoulder towards Dorian again, speaking once more. "They will begin walking towards you, they shall split themselves into groups of two and walk on either side of you." Deywen turned and moved away, leaving that as the extent of his instruction for the mage. He could handle it, no doubt. The elf moved towards the gathering of hall, standing outside their group as he started speaking loudly in his people's tongue, pointing towards Dorian and towards the halla.
The deer in the center all began to walk forward, making their way towards Dorian. They came alarmingly close - perhaps closer than the man had ever been with halla. The white deer and their intricately carved antlers would come close, all but brush their nose against the man as they sniffed, slowly moving to either side and walking past him. They calmly approached, calmly sectioned themselves into groups, walking single-file without any further instruction. A few of the halla moved closer to Dorian's hands as they walked, allowing for his fingers to brush against their pelts, making soft noises as they walked.
A queue of deer formed behind Dorian, standing two by two, side by each. Two of the halla remained beside the mage, standing on either side as they waited for further instruction.