Re: East Highland Hills Travel Stop
In the foothills outside of East Highland Hills
The rabbit had been elusive. It seemed to smell her every time she got close and bolt off. But she was out here to hunt, and patiently the small woman tracked her prey. Eventually, she had found the perfect spot to sit and wait.
So, she waited. And she thought. And she day-dreamed. Keeping her senses open to the immediate world around her, she let her mind wander to the bigger world around her. What was it like? Could it be as bad as her parents and the elders had said? Surely, it had to be better than the monotony and boredom of East Highland Hills.
Her ancestral homeland had everything she needed to survive and even thrive, but it was also lacking. She had no desire to be wed to anyone her parents would set her up with. She had no use for solidifying political partnerships and family unions between The Pumpers and The Tillers and she didn't much care for the men and women of Alpha Company.
The more she thought on it, the more she realized that the problem was not any particular suitor or organization, it was the institution of marriage itself. It represented what she disliked most about East Highland Hills - the lack of freedom. She did not want to be tied down to a geographic location, so why would she want to be tied down to a person?
Movement at the corner of her vision broke her thoughts. A head appeared from a hole in the ground, testing the air with a twitching nose. It took one step out - its last.
***
Yollie walked back down to the township proper from the foothills, her prize carried by the hind legs in her left hand, bow and arrows wrapped around her back.
The small woman, barely twenty years old, was well-tanned. "Sunkist," her mama would say. Platinum blonde hair, with bangs trimmed high and in a straight line across her forehead was pulled up into a wild bun. A single red strap, tattooed across her face when she had become a woman, ran from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose. She walked with a confident gait, happy with the morning's hunt.
The town was beginning to bustle. She took in the scene for a moment, making a note to gather some herbs to make some antiseptic balm. Someone always seemed to need it. Setting her rabbit down, she began to gather, keeping a watch on the town below her.
"What surprises will you hold for me today," she asked rhetorically and sarcastically to the town. When no answer came, she figured it would be just another normal, boring day.
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