[center][h3] Eidolon Plains - Northward Journey [/h3][/center]

It had been about three seasons since Avros' departure. Andrei sat next to the fire, watching the wild xo meat slowly dry. It was his will that they have travelled so far from the First Farm. Grazing animals needed to traverse the great expanse or they will strip the ground bare, however he had pushed his band further and faster than they need to preserve the greenery. Had he not been restrained by calmer heads, he would probably pushed himself and his steed to an early grave. 

Andrei knew that he wanted to journey north before some of his brethren were fully aware of their surroundings. It was a rash decision driven by emotion rather than logical reasoning. The newly created Eidolon had an innate understanding of the plains, There was an appeal of the border between the familiar expanse and terrain which they had only fleeting reference too. 

He had rushed to claim one of Avros' horses, and successfully managed to ride it a short distance to a nearby lake. It was a pathetic display, with him tiring far faster than the animal actually running. He would like to think that he had significantly improved since then. However, the others didn't share his perspective. The horse was favored by Avros, and thus there was significance to being the first rider. 

He was invited to be a marshal to a band of xo herders. He had only accepted because they agreed to travel northward with him. While riding was an important aspect of being a marshal, they were also band leaders. He was glad that his band had another marshal to properly lead them. Andrei could barely control himself, much less anyone else. However, he was not completely incompetent and he had lead many successful hunts. 

The first season was mostly spent making preparations. Trade was especially important during this time, and so it was beneficial not to wander to far from the First Farm. He had noticed that the further away they moved from it, the less they had saw other Eidolon. At this point, they were likely the northmost of their people. Conversely to the slow pace of the beginning, everyone was rather eager to move through Lord Night's territory as soon as possible. It had been sometime since they escaped the eternal dark, and people were still silently thanking the sun's brilliance. 

When he had started staring out in the fire, it was empty. The storyteller sat nearby, muttering to herself and occasionally patting her leg. While everyone was told the first stories, time was starting to steal them away. The storyteller was respected for remembering them well. The meat was mostly tending to itself, with Andrei occasionally keeping the fire going himself, however there was other people nearby preparing fresh forage as well. He saw the salter and one of 

When the food was prepared, first a portion was placed away for later. Next, those who couldn't leave their post, such as those were watching the herd, were carried their meal. And finally the remainder of the band gathered to eat. While eating and for sometime afterward, Andrei sat next to the other marshal. There was a small dispute over the night watch, however it was deftly handled by the other marshal. 

As Lord Night reclaimed the sky, Andrei was the first to find sleep. He would need to wake up especially early to spend the next day scouting out the land ahead. He hoped that Lady Heat would be merciful tomorrow. 

[hider= Story] Establishing some more details about the Eidolon, such at how at this point they are mostly organized into bands lead by horse-riding marshals. In particular, we follow a marshal Andrei and his band of xo herders as they travel north based mostly on Andrei's impulsive whims. [/hider]