The sky flared with a rich orange hue giving everything it touched an amber glow. A gentle evening breeze swayed through the lush carpet of pasture grass, and rippled the surface of the small watering hole. At the Far East side small rivulets of water trickled down the rock wall leaving the stone smooth and slick to the touch. This damp spot fed the watering hole through a series of cracks high up behind piled boulders. This watering hole was a refuge for the kenwoj on relatively balmy days; their second best was to cover up with shade from the wide branches of the four unaiga trees that were scattered across the small bowl like valley. The trees were as tall as 2 grown men, and the trunks were strong and stout. Its leaves were broad and shaped like rounded pentagons. The leaves were a brilliant aqua green and the bark was a rich red mahogany.
At the southwest side of the valley was a lengthy wood and stone barn, its big doors faced toward the rising sun; every morning the iron bar of the sliding lock would be covered with fresh dew. The crows of the jarwahs would echo throughout the village from the gate that led to the pasture land while the jawansahs beat their diminutive wings and pecked for small insects around the village. The support beams inside the barn were made of illucoppa wood which was as tough as iron. Stones made up the base half of the wall while thatched long grass and clay made up the upper half. The roof was also made of thatched long grass and did well to keep out all sorts of weather especially during the winter months.
Another area was fenced off from the rest of the pasture. This held provisions for the heard during hard times even though they tended to be few and far between the still happened none the less. This time it was going to be for the worst. It has not rained in weeks and the sky was bare of clouds. The sun had been beating down relentlessly and the nights were peculiarly cold even for this time of year, even the jarwahs stopped their happy chatter.
Lyu strode in with his cumehjo at his side. To his surprise he found the long gate smashed to one side of the narrow path that lead to the pasture. At the village he just thought that being Bromley had left the gate open by accident. It’s not that he was stupid; it was far from that he was just absent minded. Bromley would find himself distracted by small things, many of the others though that he was trying to get out of work. He said he couldn’t help it if he got bored while he tended the kenwoj; all they did was graze and walk about anyways, and he didn’t figure that they would run off. Above all else he had a short attention span which never did tie well with being absent minded. Since Lyu saw him coming ten feet away he figured to wait by the gate to hear his latest excuse.
“Wow!” exclaimed Bromley “It must have panicked somethin’ fierce to break the gate like this.” He bent down to take a closer look. The middle was splintered and bent leaving it in a twisted shape. The wooden hinges were no better as the peg nails that held it together had been knocked out in the process.
“Thank you Capitan obvious for your brilliant deduction.” Lyu sighed after rolling his eyes.
Bromley frowned at him “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The fact that you always state the obvious of any situation even if someone already knew it.” Lyu replied. “Anyway, did you at least see what scared them?”
“Oh I don’t know… maybe you could refresh my memory again?” He gave a sly smirk.
Bromley was well aware of the fact that Lyu went to the forest with Orrok to get fire wood after all who in the village could resist what he was after. Above all else he wanted the freshly picked makaru berries. Bromley relished the feel of ecstasy that came with its sweetly sour taste. It was a ritual that was played time and time again. Whenever the opportunity arose to “refresh his memory” he would then steal away with the berries after giving them an answer no matter what it was. He liked his payment and no one really mined even if he did become a nuisance; that is unless he was pushing it too far. Of course if he was he would end up being knocked upside the head.
“Heh, your just taking me for granted aren’t you?” Lyu tosses a small pouch.
Bromley looks inside content with his bribe. “No… I would never take you for granted Lyu. You know that.” He smiles back. “Well anyway I didn’t see what could have scared them? The whole lot of them just started to bellow while I was napping on a big rock. They woke me up, and that’s when I saw them running.”
“And you just let them run?” Lyu guessed what he did next.
“Noooo… I ran after them. Well at least the ones headed to the gate. But I guess one got away.”
“ Heh heh” He gave an unimpressive chuckle.
“I see you got it! Good going. Listen umm… I’ll try to find a way to rig this back up so none of them can make any more break outs. ‘Kay?”
“Fine with me I’ll get these kenwoj back into the barn for the night” Remarked Lyu “Come on girl.”
Lyu started for the barn steed and runaway in hand. The barn was wide open letting in fresh air. Hay lined the long stalls that bordered the center aisle. The kenwoj huffed as Lyu removed the rope around its neck. He gave it a pat on the hind quarters as an indication to get inside its stall. The animal trotted heavily for a moment then proceeded to lie down in the hay.
He checked the stall door to make sure it was locked.