There were few things Abigale enjoyed more then the sun rising. It's light to her signified the dawn of a new day, a new chance, and a new beginning. With the dawns early rays, Abigale went through her morning routine, as she crushed petals, dust and water to form a paint, which she carefully painted on herself. Letting it dry, Abigale gathered her hunting equipment, her spears, water and some small amount of food. 

The young woman was use to this routine, having done if for a while now. Though today Abigsle would return early from her hunt, with whatever she managed to get, for the feast, the end of a cycle feast. Another sort of ending, of beginning. Perhaps the new cycle would bring something...something more. Spending a good amount of her life taking care of her father, her younger sibling left her yearning for something just a little bit more in her own life. She felt tha she was behind others, in the tribe her age, because she had seemed to start out just a little bit later as she juggled her family and her life. 

This didn't necessarily matter, but for Abigale, being able to start her life, cleaning in the new cycle, it meant a lot. Her younger brother and sister, 18 and 19 respectively, had started their lives, and already her sister, never one for the hunt, had began a new family. That was good too. New life continued were the old ended. Abigale though had had enough of nurturing for a time, and wanted...excitement. 

Satisfied she was prepared, Abigale started out. She had her spears strapped over her back, within easy reach and in a way that she could pull it free and attack or defend quickly. She had her water skin attacked to her clothes, and again, it was in easy reach. She glanced about, looking to see if there was anyone else gearing up for the hunt