OLD . DAYS

[Light]

He walks out of the hut, his blue eyes darting around for the source. When he spots them, he hesitantly walks towards them, "U-uhm... c-can I ask... something--please,"

[CrimsonMoon]

A group of unfamiliar girls slightly older than he looked up, the three girls all had the brown or black eyes of the Villagers," Morning, Blue Eyes," one purrs, winking

" Leave him alone, he's an Outsider," another scolds but giggles

" What?" The last girl murmurs, looking slightly annoyed

[Light]

"I was just wondering what The Hunt was," he scratches the back of his head--he had almost forgotten how out of place he was... hearing and seeing them made him remember.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The Hunt..." They pause and the one who had seemed annoyed with him answers," It's a ceremony of... Uhm..." She frowns and shakes her head

" Any way, do you know of the slavers?" One asks suddenly, looking hopeful despite the glares she received sddenly

[Light]

He shakes his head, "No; and if I did before I came here, I don't remember." he looks between the three, his arms relaxing in a crossed position over his chest.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No Name!" N'Reak's voice sang from a ways away, she was running across the field, soaking wet but grinning," NO NAAAAME~!"

[Light]

His hair rises in surprise like a startled cat, and he turns around looking at her, "N'reak...?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She tackle hugs him, smiling," Good morning!"

[Light]

He almost falls to the ground, but manages to catch his footing, "G-good morning!"

[CrimsonMoon]

She grins and chirps," I'm gonna go harest the berries, wanna come?"

[Light]

"Berries?" he echoes before nodding, "Yeah, sure. What kind of berries are in season?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" The ones that look fat and have the brightest colors," she chirps, grinning

[Light]

"That sounds good," he breathes in grinning, "lets go get'em then,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She grins at him and leads him into te bushes,"... You look confused," she chirps, crouching in front of a bush covered i beautiful navy blue berries

[Light]

No Name sits on his knees in front of another bush, "Yeah," he plucks a few from the branches, "About the Hunt, and something called the slavers,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh uhm... The Hunt... It's kinda like a competition where uhm.... The parents of the 'Prey' choose 'Hunters' and they... Track the 'Prey'. It's kinda dangerous but whichever Hunter catches the prey becomes their uh-uhm-" her ears turn red and she begins," The sl-slavers? O-oh... They're... Outsiders who try to find our village so they can use us as slaves to sell... Because of our spirits we may be a bit stronger, a bit faster or a bit... I dunno... Prettier than a normal Outsider." She shrugs and contines to pick berries," It's rare but sometimes we do get taken... Nobody's came back though."

[Light]

"Oh," he uses his shirt to hold what he picked, the blueberries standing out on the black material, "I guess the slaver part was obvious... the hunt though sounds complicated--are you going to be in it?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Maybe," she chirps and shrugs," My daddy might want me to be the Prey this year,"

[Light]

"Maybe," he nods his head and pops one into his mouth, "Could be interesting to watch,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She nudges him, picking the berries," Maybe you'd wanna be a hunter," she laughs softly