Naci and Horohan, still reeling from the aftermath of their duel and the audience it had unwittingly garnered, now find themselves the focus of an even more piercing gaze. Emerging from the jubilant crowd is a figure from Horohan’s entourage—a youthful man who, despite his tender age, carries an air of maturity that sets him apart. His innocent charm is juxtaposed against the calculated confidence with which he controls the majestic eagle perched upon his arm.
The eagle, with its piercing golden eyes and expansive wings, is a symbol of freedom, and is emblematic of the Alinkar clan’s might and vision.
Horohan, taking a deep breath and visibly attempting to regain his composure, acknowledges him. “Ah, Temej. It seems your eagle finds our confrontation entertaining.”
Temej grins, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Sartak enjoys a good show,” he says, gesturing to the eagle, “especially when it involves the future rulers of the Alinkar.”
Naci, intrigued, steps forward. “We’ve yet to be introduced,” she says, pumping her chest. “I am Naci of the Jabliu.”
Temej takes her hand with a nod. “Temej of the Alinkar,” he introduces, “keeper of the eagles and, well, Horohan’s closest companion since childhood.”
Horohan rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Do not let his boyish charms deceive you, Naci. Temej might appear young and innocent, but he is one of the most astute minds in our clan.”
Temej, standing at an average height, is not imposing in stature, but there’s an unmistakable presence about him that draws attention. His skin is a rich sun-kissed hue, testament to countless hours spent outdoors training and flying with the eagles. Waves of dark brown hair, occasionally caught in the gusts of the Tepr wind, frame a youthful face adorned with a smattering of freckles. His eyes, however, are his most striking feature: a deep shade of hazel that mirrors the vast steppes of Tepr, conveying a wisdom that seems beyond his years. When he smiles, which is often, dimples form, giving him an almost mischievous look.
His attire is both practical and symbolic. A deep blue tunic, cinched at the waist with a leather belt, flutters slightly in the breeze. Intricate silver embroidery, showcasing the motifs of the Alinkar clan, decorates the sleeves and hem. His pants, made of durable material, are tucked into soft leather boots, perfect for long treks across the terrain. Adorning his neck is a pendant, carved from a single piece of turquoise, representing the eagle—the spirit animal of his clan and a testament to his role as the keeper of these majestic birds.
The way he moves is fluid, each gesture and step deliberate and graceful, hinting at years of training not just with the eagles but perhaps in dance or some form of martial arts. His interactions with Sartak, the eagle perched on his arm, showcase a bond of deep trust and mutual respect. He communicates with the bird with minimal gestures, a slight nod, or a subtle movement of his fingers, emphasizing his deep connection and understanding of these magnificent creatures.
But perhaps what's most captivating about Temej isn’t his appearance or his bond with the eagles; it's the aura of genuine warmth and authenticity that he exudes. There's an innate kindness in his demeanor, a genuine interest when he listens, and a ready laughter that hints at an optimistic and jovial nature. Yet, beneath that affable exterior lies a shrewd and analytical mind, as Horohan rightly pointed out, making Temej a vital asset to the Alinkar clan.
Naci raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Is that so? Then perhaps we have more in common than I initially thought.”
Temej, noticing Naci’s subtle unease around his eagle, tilts his head thoughtfully. “You’re not very accustomed to eagles, are you, Naci?”
Naci glances briefly at Sartak before locking eyes with Temej. “I’ve always found my trust and strength in horses. Liara,” she says, gesturing to her regal white steed, “has been my partner in countless battles and skirmishes. Eagles, on the other hand…” She hesitates, searching for the right words, “They’re magnificent but slightly intimidating.”
Temej chuckles lightly. “As a new member of the Alinkar clan, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with these majestic creatures. They are as much a part of our identity as the very air we breathe.”
Horohan interjects, his tone gentle, “It might take time, Temej. Everything is so new to her.”
Naci, not wanting to appear weak or hesitant, retorts, “I’m adaptable. But there are some things, like an unwavering bond with a trusted steed, that can’t easily be replaced.”
Temej, sensing an opportunity to bridge the cultural divide and perhaps foster some understanding, proposes, “How about this? Let’s go on a hunt. You on Liara and me with Sartak. Let’s witness firsthand the prowess of these eagles, and maybe, you’ll see them in a different light.”
Naci, never one to back down from a challenge, smirks, “Challenge accepted.”
Horohan raises a brow, casting a sidelong glance at Naci. “Are you sure, Naci? Hunting with an eagle is quite different from a chase on horseback.”
Naci’s smirk widens, “What’s the matter, Horohan? Afraid your clan’s symbol won’t live up to its reputation?”
Horohan chuckles, “Oh, I have full faith in Sartak and Temej. I’m merely concerned about you getting too competitive and forgetting the main purpose of the hunt.”
Temej laughs heartily, holding up his hands in a mock defensive stance. “Now, now, let’s keep it friendly. This isn’t about competition but about understanding. Though,” he adds with a wink towards Naci, “a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone.”
Naci nods thoughtfully, “Very well. But let’s set some ground rules. I propose we both go after the same target.”
Temej grins, nodding in agreement. “Sounds fair.”
Naci chuckles, “Alright, Temej, prepare your eagle. Today, we hunt. Horohan, are you coming?”
Horohan, not being fond of this show of strength, shrugs, “I’ll patiently wait for the results.”
Temej, giving Sartak a reassuring pat, mounts his own robust brown steed, which contrasts with Naci’s Liara. As they set off, the vast expanses of Tepr stretch endlessly before them, the wind rustling the long grasses and dancing with the few scattered trees in the distance.
Naci’s horse, with its smooth, rhythmic canter, moves in harmony with the landscape, but it’s evident she’s unfamiliar with the terrain. She observes Temej’s every move, trying to gauge the patterns and secrets of Alinkar land.
Noticing her intent gaze, Temej starts, “The Tepr steppes are vast and can seem monotonous, but the Alinkar territory has its own unique beauty. Ahead, you’ll see the edge of the Bepr Forest. It’s a rarity in these parts.”
Naci’s eyes widen in admiration. The forest, while not incredibly dense, boasts trees that reach for the skies, their roots deep in the earth, drawing sustenance from hidden springs below. “This is remarkable,” she breathes, clearly impressed.
Temej nods, pride evident in his voice. “The forest is not only a source of pride for us but also of prosperity. The variety of game here is unparalleled. From deer, wild boars to rare birds, the Bepr Forest provides.”
“You’re lucky to have such a resource,” Naci remarks, thinking about the advantage this gives the Alinkar clan over others. “No wonder your clan holds significant power in Tepr.”
Naci and Temej continue to ride side by side, with the expansive Bepr forest to one side and the open steppes stretching endlessly to the other. The sun dances in dappled patterns through the leaves as they ride alongside the woodland, painting an ever-changing mosaic of light and shadow on the ground.
Temej breaks the comfortable silence that has settled between them, his voice thoughtful as he contemplates their surroundings. “As beautiful and resource-rich as the forest is, it isn’t the best terrain for Sartak to demonstrate his prowess. Eagles, especially ones as trained as he, excel in open environments like the steppes.”
Naci casts a teasing glance at him, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, so the forest isn’t essential after all? Seems like the eagle could have a bit of a holiday with such a rich hunting ground right here.”
Temej chuckles, shaking his head at her light-hearted jest. “It’s not quite that simple. While the forest does offer a bounty of resources, it was not always ours. Generations ago, this land was part of an intense feud with a powerful and ancient clan, rich beyond measure due to the wealth the forest bestowed upon them.” His eyes take on a distant quality, as if seeing past the trees to a time long gone. “Our ancestors managed to prevail, but it wasn’t due to brute force or sheer numbers. It was the strategic insight, the aerial advantage that our bond with the eagles provided, which tipped the scales in our favor. They soared above the forest canopy, scouting enemy positions and aiding in coordinated attacks. That’s how we acquired these lands, not only expanding our territory but also securing a prosperous future for the Alinkar.”
Naci’s playful demeanor fades as she absorbs the gravity of Temej’s words, her eyes reflecting a deep respect for the history he shares. She nods, understanding dawning on her face. “So, the eagles were not just hunters but warriors, an extension of your clan’s strength and vision, literally overseeing the pathways to victory.”
“Exactly,” Temej confirms, his expression earnest, full of reverence for the birds that have played such a pivotal role in the Alinkar clan’s legacy. “Our bond with them is symbiotic. They aren’t just pets or tools; they are our partners, a living testament to our heritage and the courage of our ancestors. It is through teamwork and unity, with each other and with these magnificent birds, that we’ve carved out our place in this world.”
“I see,” she murmurs, her gaze turning introspective, lost in thought as she visualizes the history painted through Temej’s words, the vivid imagery of fierce battles, and the soaring eagles providing a critical edge in warfare.
The rhythmic pounding of hooves and the gentle flutter of Sartak’s wings suddenly come to a halt as Temej abruptly stops, his posture alert. Naci, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, reins in her horse and follows his gaze, trying to pinpoint what’s caught his attention. The vast expanse of the steppe lies before them, seemingly empty, the wind the only witness to their journey.
Temej turns to her, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and pride. “Sartak senses a prey,” he says, pointing straight ahead.
Naci squints, trying to make out any movement on the horizon, but sees nothing. The plains stretch out seamlessly in front of them, the distant shimmer of heat creating an illusion of water. “Are you sure?” she asks skeptically, her eyes darting around. “I can’t see anything.”
Temej chuckles, a knowing smile dancing on his lips. “Just twenty leaps ahead, a hare hides, believing it’s safe. Such is the power of an eagle’s senses.”
Naci raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “Twenty leaps? That’s quite specific. Are you sure you’re not just trying to pull a fast one on me?”
Temej’s eyes glint with challenge. “Doubt me all you want, Naci. But if you don’t act quickly, Sartak will swoop down and snatch that hare before Liara can even break into a gallop.”
A playful smirk forms on Naci’s lips, accepting the gauntlet he’s thrown down. “Liara and I won’t let your eagle steal the show.”
With a determined gleam in her eye, Naci urges Liara forward, her steed bursting into a swift gallop, the powerful beats of its hooves kicking up clouds of dust. Temej watches with an amused smile, his hand resting gently on Sartak, signaling the bird to stay perched and not join the chase just yet.
The wind whistles past Naci as she rides, counting the leaps in her mind, each one bringing her closer to the elusive prey Temej claimed was hiding in plain sight. As she nears the twentieth leap, a small brown hare suddenly darts out from its hiding spot, its long ears flat against its back as it tries to escape its potential predators.
Temej’s laughter echoes in the distance as he launches his eagle into action. The adrenaline surges within Naci as the hare darts from its shelter. Without missing a beat, she reaches behind her and draws an arrow from her quiver, fitting it to her bow with practiced ease. She pulls back, aiming at the swiftly moving target, taking into account the hare’s speed and the angle of her shot. She releases, but the hare, sensing danger, makes a rapid and unexpected turn. The arrow whistles past, burying itself harmlessly into the ground.
A quick intake of breath, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, she swiftly notches another arrow. This time, she anticipates the hare’s erratic movements and lets the arrow fly with calculated precision. The shaft hurtles forward, promising to strike true.
However, Sartak, the eagle, had been watching closely, gauging the perfect moment to strike. With impeccable timing and a fierce precision, he swoops down, talons outstretched. Just moments before the arrow could find its mark, Sartak’s talons grip the hare firmly, pinning it to the ground. The bird’s beak swiftly descends, delivering a merciful end to the prey even as the arrow thuds into the earth just inches away.
Naci reins in Liara, coming to a stop, her chest heaving from the exhilaration of the chase. She can’t help but marvel at the efficiency and prowess of the majestic bird. Temej rides up beside her, a triumphant grin on his face.
Naci’s shoulders slump slightly, the weight of her miss pressing down on her. There’s a fleeting pang of embarrassment, exacerbated by the ease with which Sartak had bested the hare, despite the generous lead Temej had provided her. Her fingers brush the feathers of the arrow she had loosed, a tactile reminder of the momentary lapse.
Temej, sensing her internal turmoil, guides his horse closer, his voice soft yet reassuring. “The steppes have their own rhythm, Naci. It takes time to tune into it, to feel its pulse. Sartak has been a part of this dance for years.”
She nods slowly, her gaze shifting from the ground to meet Temej’s eyes. “Your eagle … he’s incredible,” she admits, a hint of awe lacing her voice. “I knew they were swift, but witnessing it firsthand is … humbling.”
Temej chuckles softly, a glint of pride evident in his eyes. “They are magnificent creatures, embodiments of the steppes’ spirit. Their vision, their agility, their power … it’s unmatched.”
A thoughtful silence envelops Naci as she contemplates the majestic bird perched triumphantly beside Temej. Her voice, when she speaks again, carries a touch of hope and longing. “Temej … is it possible for me to have an eagle of my own? To bond with it, train with it, like you and Sartak?”
Temej’s expression softens, and he tilts his head, considering her request. “It’s a bond that takes time, dedication, and patience. But if you’re willing to put in the effort, then yes, it’s possible. The Alinkar clan can guide you, help you find a fledgling to raise and train.”
A radiant smile breaks across Naci’s face, her earlier defeat eclipsed by the prospect of forming a bond with one of the steppes’ most iconic creatures. “I want to. I want to feel that connection, to be a part of this legacy.”
Temej nods, his own smile mirroring hers. “Then it’s settled. When we return, we’ll begin the process. Welcome to the clan, Naci.”
Her eyes sparkling with a blend of gratitude and budding excitement, Naci beams. She can’t wait to show her future eagle to her family, certain that they will be amazed by it.
Naci and Horohan, still reeling from the aftermath of their duel and the audience it had unwittingly garnered, now find themselves the focus of an even more piercing gaze. Emerging from the jubilant crowd is a figure from Horohan’s entourage—a youthful man who, despite his tender age, carries an air of maturity that sets him apart. His innocent charm is juxtaposed against the calculated confidence with which he controls the majestic eagle perched upon his arm.
The eagle, with its piercing golden eyes and expansive wings, is a symbol of freedom, and is emblematic of the Alinkar clan’s might and vision.
Horohan, taking a deep breath and visibly attempting to regain his composure, acknowledges him. “Ah, Temej. It seems your eagle finds our confrontation entertaining.”
Temej grins, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Sartak enjoys a good show,” he says, gesturing to the eagle, “especially when it involves the future rulers of the Alinkar.”
Naci, intrigued, steps forward. “We’ve yet to be introduced,” she says, pumping her chest. “I am Naci of the Jabliu.”
Temej takes her hand with a nod. “Temej of the Alinkar,” he introduces, “keeper of the eagles and, well, Horohan’s closest companion since childhood.”
Horohan rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Do not let his boyish charms deceive you, Naci. Temej might appear young and innocent, but he is one of the most astute minds in our clan.”
Temej, standing at an average height, is not imposing in stature, but there’s an unmistakable presence about him that draws attention. His skin is a rich sun-kissed hue, testament to countless hours spent outdoors training and flying with the eagles. Waves of dark brown hair, occasionally caught in the gusts of the Tepr wind, frame a youthful face adorned with a smattering of freckles. His eyes, however, are his most striking feature: a deep shade of hazel that mirrors the vast steppes of Tepr, conveying a wisdom that seems beyond his years. When he smiles, which is often, dimples form, giving him an almost mischievous look.
His attire is both practical and symbolic. A deep blue tunic, cinched at the waist with a leather belt, flutters slightly in the breeze. Intricate silver embroidery, showcasing the motifs of the Alinkar clan, decorates the sleeves and hem. His pants, made of durable material, are tucked into soft leather boots, perfect for long treks across the terrain. Adorning his neck is a pendant, carved from a single piece of turquoise, representing the eagle—the spirit animal of his clan and a testament to his role as the keeper of these majestic birds.
The way he moves is fluid, each gesture and step deliberate and graceful, hinting at years of training not just with the eagles but perhaps in dance or some form of martial arts. His interactions with Sartak, the eagle perched on his arm, showcase a bond of deep trust and mutual respect. He communicates with the bird with minimal gestures, a slight nod, or a subtle movement of his fingers, emphasizing his deep connection and understanding of these magnificent creatures.
But perhaps what's most captivating about Temej isn’t his appearance or his bond with the eagles; it's the aura of genuine warmth and authenticity that he exudes. There's an innate kindness in his demeanor, a genuine interest when he listens, and a ready laughter that hints at an optimistic and jovial nature. Yet, beneath that affable exterior lies a shrewd and analytical mind, as Horohan rightly pointed out, making Temej a vital asset to the Alinkar clan.
Naci raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Is that so? Then perhaps we have more in common than I initially thought.”
Temej, noticing Naci’s subtle unease around his eagle, tilts his head thoughtfully. “You’re not very accustomed to eagles, are you, Naci?”
Naci glances briefly at Sartak before locking eyes with Temej. “I’ve always found my trust and strength in horses. Liara,” she says, gesturing to her regal white steed, “has been my partner in countless battles and skirmishes. Eagles, on the other hand…” She hesitates, searching for the right words, “They’re magnificent but slightly intimidating.”
Temej chuckles lightly. “As a new member of the Alinkar clan, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with these majestic creatures. They are as much a part of our identity as the very air we breathe.”
Horohan interjects, his tone gentle, “It might take time, Temej. Everything is so new to her.”
Naci, not wanting to appear weak or hesitant, retorts, “I’m adaptable. But there are some things, like an unwavering bond with a trusted steed, that can’t easily be replaced.”
Temej, sensing an opportunity to bridge the cultural divide and perhaps foster some understanding, proposes, “How about this? Let’s go on a hunt. You on Liara and me with Sartak. Let’s witness firsthand the prowess of these eagles, and maybe, you’ll see them in a different light.”
Naci, never one to back down from a challenge, smirks, “Challenge accepted.”
Horohan raises a brow, casting a sidelong glance at Naci. “Are you sure, Naci? Hunting with an eagle is quite different from a chase on horseback.”
Naci’s smirk widens, “What’s the matter, Horohan? Afraid your clan’s symbol won’t live up to its reputation?”
Horohan chuckles, “Oh, I have full faith in Sartak and Temej. I’m merely concerned about you getting too competitive and forgetting the main purpose of the hunt.”
Temej laughs heartily, holding up his hands in a mock defensive stance. “Now, now, let’s keep it friendly. This isn’t about competition but about understanding. Though,” he adds with a wink towards Naci, “a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone.”
Naci nods thoughtfully, “Very well. But let’s set some ground rules. I propose we both go after the same target.”
Temej grins, nodding in agreement. “Sounds fair.”
Naci chuckles, “Alright, Temej, prepare your eagle. Today, we hunt. Horohan, are you coming?”
Horohan, not being fond of this show of strength, shrugs, “I’ll patiently wait for the results.”
Temej, giving Sartak a reassuring pat, mounts his own robust brown steed, which contrasts with Naci’s Liara. As they set off, the vast expanses of Tepr stretch endlessly before them, the wind rustling the long grasses and dancing with the few scattered trees in the distance.
Naci’s horse, with its smooth, rhythmic canter, moves in harmony with the landscape, but it’s evident she’s unfamiliar with the terrain. She observes Temej’s every move, trying to gauge the patterns and secrets of Alinkar land.
Noticing her intent gaze, Temej starts, “The Tepr steppes are vast and can seem monotonous, but the Alinkar territory has its own unique beauty. Ahead, you’ll see the edge of the Bepr Forest. It’s a rarity in these parts.”
Naci’s eyes widen in admiration. The forest, while not incredibly dense, boasts trees that reach for the skies, their roots deep in the earth, drawing sustenance from hidden springs below. “This is remarkable,” she breathes, clearly impressed.
Temej nods, pride evident in his voice. “The forest is not only a source of pride for us but also of prosperity. The variety of game here is unparalleled. From deer, wild boars to rare birds, the Bepr Forest provides.”
“You’re lucky to have such a resource,” Naci remarks, thinking about the advantage this gives the Alinkar clan over others. “No wonder your clan holds significant power in Tepr.”
Naci and Temej continue to ride side by side, with the expansive Bepr forest to one side and the open steppes stretching endlessly to the other. The sun dances in dappled patterns through the leaves as they ride alongside the woodland, painting an ever-changing mosaic of light and shadow on the ground.
Temej breaks the comfortable silence that has settled between them, his voice thoughtful as he contemplates their surroundings. “As beautiful and resource-rich as the forest is, it isn’t the best terrain for Sartak to demonstrate his prowess. Eagles, especially ones as trained as he, excel in open environments like the steppes.”
Naci casts a teasing glance at him, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, so the forest isn’t essential after all? Seems like the eagle could have a bit of a holiday with such a rich hunting ground right here.”
Temej chuckles, shaking his head at her light-hearted jest. “It’s not quite that simple. While the forest does offer a bounty of resources, it was not always ours. Generations ago, this land was part of an intense feud with a powerful and ancient clan, rich beyond measure due to the wealth the forest bestowed upon them.” His eyes take on a distant quality, as if seeing past the trees to a time long gone. “Our ancestors managed to prevail, but it wasn’t due to brute force or sheer numbers. It was the strategic insight, the aerial advantage that our bond with the eagles provided, which tipped the scales in our favor. They soared above the forest canopy, scouting enemy positions and aiding in coordinated attacks. That’s how we acquired these lands, not only expanding our territory but also securing a prosperous future for the Alinkar.”
Naci’s playful demeanor fades as she absorbs the gravity of Temej’s words, her eyes reflecting a deep respect for the history he shares. She nods, understanding dawning on her face. “So, the eagles were not just hunters but warriors, an extension of your clan’s strength and vision, literally overseeing the pathways to victory.”
“Exactly,” Temej confirms, his expression earnest, full of reverence for the birds that have played such a pivotal role in the Alinkar clan’s legacy. “Our bond with them is symbiotic. They aren’t just pets or tools; they are our partners, a living testament to our heritage and the courage of our ancestors. It is through teamwork and unity, with each other and with these magnificent birds, that we’ve carved out our place in this world.”
“I see,” she murmurs, her gaze turning introspective, lost in thought as she visualizes the history painted through Temej’s words, the vivid imagery of fierce battles, and the soaring eagles providing a critical edge in warfare.
The rhythmic pounding of hooves and the gentle flutter of Sartak’s wings suddenly come to a halt as Temej abruptly stops, his posture alert. Naci, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, reins in her horse and follows his gaze, trying to pinpoint what’s caught his attention. The vast expanse of the steppe lies before them, seemingly empty, the wind the only witness to their journey.
Temej turns to her, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and pride. “Sartak senses a prey,” he says, pointing straight ahead.
Naci squints, trying to make out any movement on the horizon, but sees nothing. The plains stretch out seamlessly in front of them, the distant shimmer of heat creating an illusion of water. “Are you sure?” she asks skeptically, her eyes darting around. “I can’t see anything.”
Temej chuckles, a knowing smile dancing on his lips. “Just twenty leaps ahead, a hare hides, believing it’s safe. Such is the power of an eagle’s senses.”
Naci raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “Twenty leaps? That’s quite specific. Are you sure you’re not just trying to pull a fast one on me?”
Temej’s eyes glint with challenge. “Doubt me all you want, Naci. But if you don’t act quickly, Sartak will swoop down and snatch that hare before Liara can even break into a gallop.”
A playful smirk forms on Naci’s lips, accepting the gauntlet he’s thrown down. “Liara and I won’t let your eagle steal the show.”
With a determined gleam in her eye, Naci urges Liara forward, her steed bursting into a swift gallop, the powerful beats of its hooves kicking up clouds of dust. Temej watches with an amused smile, his hand resting gently on Sartak, signaling the bird to stay perched and not join the chase just yet.
The wind whistles past Naci as she rides, counting the leaps in her mind, each one bringing her closer to the elusive prey Temej claimed was hiding in plain sight. As she nears the twentieth leap, a small brown hare suddenly darts out from its hiding spot, its long ears flat against its back as it tries to escape its potential predators.
Temej’s laughter echoes in the distance as he launches his eagle into action. The adrenaline surges within Naci as the hare darts from its shelter. Without missing a beat, she reaches behind her and draws an arrow from her quiver, fitting it to her bow with practiced ease. She pulls back, aiming at the swiftly moving target, taking into account the hare’s speed and the angle of her shot. She releases, but the hare, sensing danger, makes a rapid and unexpected turn. The arrow whistles past, burying itself harmlessly into the ground.
A quick intake of breath, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, she swiftly notches another arrow. This time, she anticipates the hare’s erratic movements and lets the arrow fly with calculated precision. The shaft hurtles forward, promising to strike true.
However, Sartak, the eagle, had been watching closely, gauging the perfect moment to strike. With impeccable timing and a fierce precision, he swoops down, talons outstretched. Just moments before the arrow could find its mark, Sartak’s talons grip the hare firmly, pinning it to the ground. The bird’s beak swiftly descends, delivering a merciful end to the prey even as the arrow thuds into the earth just inches away.
Naci reins in Liara, coming to a stop, her chest heaving from the exhilaration of the chase. She can’t help but marvel at the efficiency and prowess of the majestic bird. Temej rides up beside her, a triumphant grin on his face.
Naci’s shoulders slump slightly, the weight of her miss pressing down on her. There’s a fleeting pang of embarrassment, exacerbated by the ease with which Sartak had bested the hare, despite the generous lead Temej had provided her. Her fingers brush the feathers of the arrow she had loosed, a tactile reminder of the momentary lapse.
Temej, sensing her internal turmoil, guides his horse closer, his voice soft yet reassuring. “The steppes have their own rhythm, Naci. It takes time to tune into it, to feel its pulse. Sartak has been a part of this dance for years.”
She nods slowly, her gaze shifting from the ground to meet Temej’s eyes. “Your eagle … he’s incredible,” she admits, a hint of awe lacing her voice. “I knew they were swift, but witnessing it firsthand is … humbling.”
Temej chuckles softly, a glint of pride evident in his eyes. “They are magnificent creatures, embodiments of the steppes’ spirit. Their vision, their agility, their power … it’s unmatched.”
A thoughtful silence envelops Naci as she contemplates the majestic bird perched triumphantly beside Temej. Her voice, when she speaks again, carries a touch of hope and longing. “Temej … is it possible for me to have an eagle of my own? To bond with it, train with it, like you and Sartak?”
Temej’s expression softens, and he tilts his head, considering her request. “It’s a bond that takes time, dedication, and patience. But if you’re willing to put in the effort, then yes, it’s possible. The Alinkar clan can guide you, help you find a fledgling to raise and train.”
A radiant smile breaks across Naci’s face, her earlier defeat eclipsed by the prospect of forming a bond with one of the steppes’ most iconic creatures. “I want to. I want to feel that connection, to be a part of this legacy.”
Temej nods, his own smile mirroring hers. “Then it’s settled. When we return, we’ll begin the process. Welcome to the clan, Naci.”
Her eyes sparkling with a blend of gratitude and budding excitement, Naci beams. She can’t wait to show her future eagle to her family, certain that they will be amazed by it.
