Hial wasn't entirely nervous about her first viking. Maybe a tiny bit… but that was it! It didn't help that she knew basically no one in her raiding group. The hell was that? At least, she concluded, she wasn't the only female in the group. That was comforting, sort of. It was a big toss up whether she would actually get along with any of the other lionesses or not. Well, at this point it was whatever. She needed to focus on being a good Reaver! She was sure that at this point Feykir was probably crashing and burning… which gave her great joy, honestly.
"Alright crew, we move out. No bellyaching about all the walking or I'll assume ya have flowers in yer blood… I'll gut you myself if that's the case! Take all that you find, as that is our right!" Hial grinned at her captain's words, becoming more excited and less anxious. With a few jests and teases to some of the other reavers around her she began to move with them.
After some time walking she'd learned several things about the band, mainly that almost all of the other members on this raid were first timers like her. She wondered if that was wise, even? She figured the more new reavers you had on the raid the more likely it was that something could go wrong. But she wouldn't let that happen, at least not on her end of things. She had to respect that the others wouldn't let it happen on their end, either.
After the sun had changed quite a bit of position in the sky Hial could finally realize why the captain had made the condition about complaining. They'd literally done nothing but walk for the last few hours. Of course, it made sense why raids weren't simply a day trip and some lasted as long as a moon, maybe more. Hial vaguely wondered if theirs would last that long… but with the amount of new Reavers on the trip she highly doubted it.
They travelled long into the night, the captain claiming several other raiding parties had had success nearby to their lands and they would find something better if they didn't 'pounce upon the first whore they came to', his words not hers. The night was spent well, with good song and good stories. Boasts flew out of the more experienced reavers' mouths, of all their successes and even some of their failures. When the moon was low in the night sky and getting close to the horizon they slept, hoping to spend most of the day lazing about so they could move with the cover of the night, with the knowledge that tomorrow would come glory. Or more of the same.
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Hyenas attack in the night! Apparently the reavers on watch fell asleep, or perhaps the hyenas were sly enough to get past.
1 - 10: Hial embarrassingly sleeps through most of the attack, awaking only as the band is driving the hyenas away.
11 - 20: Having trouble sleeping, Hial was already awake and managed to alert the band to the threat.
21 - 30: Bring on the fighting!
31 - 40: The reaver sleeping closest to Hial is slaughtered before they had a chance, luckily Hial is woken from the noise.
41 - 50: Hial snaps awake with a shout… oh! It was only a dream… she's heckled by the other reavers mercilessly.
