[center][h3][color=DarkKhaki]Kwelek Djilyaro, "Kwenda"[/color][/h3]
[color=silver][i]Early Morning | The Ansharin Oasis[/i][/color][/center]

Even in the early morning, the desert soil was already scorching hot. If Kwenda hadn't spent his entire life walking back and forth across these lands, then his feet would probably be burning from the red soil. His feet flew across the plains, excitement carrying him with the wind. Anyone that didn't know him would swear that he was running for his life. It had only taken about twenty minutes of running to reach the oasis from the plains. He held the leather journal firmly in his hand, wanting to show the small hunting group that seemed to be preparing to leave the village. With one final running leap, Kwenda landed with a slight slide in front of Abigale, Yel'Shadar and Adoni. The former two were hunters, and fairly talented ones at that. Yel was only a couple years older than Kwenda, but standing next to him made him feel like a little kid. He definitely related more to Adoni, who was a very unique individual.
"[color=DarkKhaki]Good morning![/color]" Kwenda spoke cheerfully, clutching the journal to his chest with a look of excitement. "[color=DarkKhaki]Check out what I've found! It's a weird, leather pouch thing. It's filled with thin, white sheets. Maybe it's some form of hide?[/color]" Before he could continue, Durabu and Kuparr joined the group. Seeing Kuparr, Kwenda instantly hid the journal behind his back. Although he'd already seen it.

"[color=DarkKhaki]Oh! Hello! I just found a thing. I was gonna give it to the elders. Honest![/color]" Kwenda started babbling, trying to explain himself. He knew that Kuparr held a great deal of respect and admiration for the elders. They all did, to an extent. Yet he knew that Kuparr wouldn't take too kindly to him hoarding a discovered treasure instead of showing it to the elders first. "[color=DarkKhaki]I wasn't trying to hide it! I just figured that it looked pretty old. Maybe even older than the Silence. You know what the elders are like. They burn anything from before then without a second thought. I just wanted a chance to have a look at it before that, you know?[/color]" As he spoke, Kwenda inched closer and closer to Durabu. The gentle giant's presence made him feel less uneasy. His thoughts drifted back to the peculiar journal. He couldn't understand what was inside it. The elders supposedly knew how to understand bits and pieces of the scripts before the Silence, but they would never share their findings with the others. They were just doing it to protect the tribe; but what harm could a piece of leather bring?