The young archer was finding himself more and more lost in the current section of the forests he was in. With a heavy sigh he leaned back against a tree. The youth looked around, where the heck was he now? Closer to the large tree he knew as a landmark from his childhood, or farther which put him closer to the waterfalls that his group would go to relax. He stopped as he looked around at the trees, hoping to find one of the signals he was taught. The youth spent the better part of an hour or two before he found the faint etching of one. His excitement rose as he ran his fingers over it. It was their signal of Menzeri. He felt his skin prickle, looking around for signs of their nests. Nothing.
He hummed, perhaps the nests moved out of here. He nodded a bit to himself before feeling something watching him. What the heck...? He looked over his shoulder. Glancing into the dense overbrush of the trees, he felt a strong gaze. He slowly reached for the quiver at his hip. As he did so the youth heard the quick beat of a set of wings. Not heavy in weight, just...there. He slowly turned around a arrow just about to leave his quiver. When...
A whooshing sound passed him. A spray of dust from what he now knew as a Nondwa slammed him full in the face. He dropped his arrow back into his quiver as his one hand came up to wipe the dust from his eyes. He groaned before he walked to a nearby river and washed his eyes. He was not about to go after something that hide that well. He went back to the others...
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