Orientation

Five new men joined us in the training yard; one of them I knew. "Gino?"

A man of average height, half-Herali with a Goloagi father and the curly hair to prove it looked back at me with a wide smile I hadn't seen in years. "Holy shit, man! No fucking way!"

I ran up and threw my arms about him, and he did the same. It felt good to embrace him; I hadn't imagined I'd ever see him again. "How the hell are you, man?"

He cocked his head and looked me up and down. "Scared. Ain't heard nothin nice about this place."

Another one of the new guys added, "there ain't nothin nice, especially this fucking heat!"

Davod stood next to me. "Girls here walk around with their titties hanging out, and that's nice."

Gino laughed. The man standing next to him was almost as tall as Davod, Northstar, and myself, with a heavy figure and long, straight, dark-green hair. He nodded. "Noticed that. Very nice! Gino, you know this kid?"

"This is Caleb of Gath; he spent a few years in Kyoen back in the day. Caleb, this is Borel." He turned and pointed to the other three men who'd come with him. "That's Massi, Jame, and Renou."

All three were Herali and wore their hair long. Massi was average height, muscular build, and had a tattoo of Orca on his neck. His eyes were narrow, and he bore some scars that cut through his left eyebrow. Jame was on the shorter side of average and carried a eupin longbow on his back decorated with an etching of Orca with a shark in his mouth bringing it to the humans on shore. Renou was short, slight of build, quiet, and carried no weapons.

I answered. "These are my best friends growing up, Davod and Geraln." Geraln nodded. On his shoulder, with her tiny claws dug into the leather sling that held his bow, was the green vita'o lizard who'd woken up on his chest that morning. All five of the new men stared at the creature, unable to mask their shock.

Davod resumed the introductions for Rock, Northstar, and Kelint while from the side, my eyes found Miyani. She was in the expansive area to the left of the main gate cordoned off with fenceless posts, going about her business of scrubbing white soap suds all over Blue, oblivious to how insanely gorgeous her toned body looked from behind. 

I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't. 

Blue raised his head and clicked. She turned, and I immediately snapped back around hoping she hadn't caught me looking.

Borel pursed his lips. "What kind of name is Rock and Northstar?"

Kelint lifted his chin. "They're Saeni." Then he looked at Jame with the bow on his back. "What do you hunt in Kyoen; you even know how to use that thing?"

Jame huffed, and Borel patted his friend's back. "My man's a master archer, right here."

I turned to face Davod directly. "Did he just say that out loud to three men from Osenia?"

Davod chuckled, reached behind his back to grab his bow, and strung it. Geraln smiled wide and did the same, while Kelint reached into his coin purse, found a five-kren, and tossed it on the ground in the center of our gathering. The rest of us put in, Gino stooped down to gather up the coins, and we looked about.

There was a line of practice dummies along the outer wall at the end of the training ground, about fifty yards out. The hot, sticky air from the morning rain left the ground muddy between tufts of beaten grass, and Gino carved a line with his boot. Kelint then stepped up, drew back his bow, and loosed. His arrow popped in the burlap of the practice dummy. He then shrugged and stepped aside.

"Isn't this supposed to be difficult?" Davod quipped. Then he placed his arrow right next to Kelint's.

Geraln then stepped up. But as he drew back his bow, the baby vita'o lizard on his shoulder chirped and stretched her neck out too close to the string. "Back up," he said, then he gently lowered his bow.

The creature tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

"You have to move out of the way; I don't want you to get hurt." Then he drew his bow once more and took aim, and once more the creature stretched her neck out. "You have to move."

The man with the Orca tattoo on his neck and the scars across his eyebrow snickered and grinned wide. "Go ahead and shoot. If you take its head off, we'll have a nice dinner!"

Gino answered him, "don't be cruel, Massi."

Massi giggled lightly to himself without answering.

Geraln lowered his bow and tried to talk to the creature once more.

"Let me help," I said, and reached my hands up to take hold of her while he shot. She pulled her head back, hissed, then snapped at my fingers. "OK, you know what? I… I don't know."

Geraln tried talking to her again, holding his hand up to push her head out of the way as he spoke, "you have to move back. Understand? Move back. OK?"

He drew his bow a third time. As he took aim, the creature once again started to inch her head forward, and he loosed. His arrow flew far to the left and way off target. "FUCK!" he shouted. Then he turned his head to glare at the creature, who merely looked back at him and chirped.

Massi doubled over laughing, as did Borel. Jame gave him a smirk. "Fatso is out already? I'm disappointed!"

I stepped up. Geraln's voice came from behind me, "Come on Caleb. You got this."

I took aim and turned to face him. "You talk like this is a difficult shot." Then, without turning my gaze from his eyes and without looking at the target, I loosed. I still didn't look, even as I heard my arrow pop into the dummy.

Davod chuckled. Gino clapped, "damn! I didn't know you could do that!"

Jame nodded with a grin and stepped up. "Alright, it's on. Let's see you do this!" With that, he tilted his aim at a steep angle and shot almost straight up into the sky. I could barely see his arrow until, after a few seconds, it fell hard, and impaled the top of the dummy's head, leaving the shaft with red-and-white vanes sticking out.

"YEAH!" Borel cheered. Gino clapped, and Massi slapped his back. Renou smiled and pumped his fist in the air.

Davod furrowed his brow, drew back his bow, and mocked us. "Trick shots, now? What ever shall I do?" Then he switched his bow to his right hand and drew back with his left, chuckled lightly, and popped an arrow into the dummy, looking at the rest of us with a wry grin.

A shallow baritone spoke from behind me. "Impressive."

A man of middling years stood, resting his hands behind his back. He was on the tall side of average and wore a white loincloth with silver embroidery around the edges leaving hard muscles exposed all over his body along with scars enough for a whole evening of stories. About his belt on the right hung a knee-length scabbard with a handle that held a deep red gemstone, with another, smaller knife on the other side. What struck me the most, though, was that his skin was yellow, his hair was short and dark bronze given to tight curls, and his eyes were black as pitch.

Davod, Geraln, and I all glanced at one another; they'd seen the same thing I saw.

"Don't let me stop you," he said. "What's the pot?"

Gino opened his fingers and showed him the coins. "Twenty-five kren."

The man pursed his lips and nodded. Then he looked around at each of us. "Can't shoot far in here."

Most of us shrugged. The man then stepped up to Geraln and looked directly at the creature, still perched on his shoulder. She chirped as he came close, and he cooed, "shumbudy'sh found a friend!"

Geraln spoke up to him. "Where are you from?"

"Here."

Davod followed up, "no… what's your ethnicity?"

The man faced him and raised an eyebrow. "Hello, what's your name, how can I survive this place, where's the best place to eat, and why do the girls here keep rejecting me? That's such a good question; I'm glad you asked. I enjoy long, moonlit walks on the beach, and my favorite color is yellow… orange… yellow-orange… mango-colored, whatever that is. Actually, forget the color; I just like mangoes."

"It's just," I added, "we knew a girl back home who looked like you, and we could never figure out…"

"Commander."

All of us glanced at one another.

"Or Sir, if that's easier."

I tried again. "Commander?"

Commander faced Davod directly and spoke, "Davod of Gath."

Davod stepped forward. "Yes, sir?"

He pointed to a stone shed at the side of the training grounds. "In there you'll find more practice dummies. Please bring one of them and meet us outside."

"Yes, sir."

As Davod walked off, Massi snickered under his breath and squeaked out, "errand boy!"

"Fetch!" Borel laughed with him. Then, he slapped Renou's arm, and Renou let out a few chortles of his own.

Without another word, Commander turned and made his way towards the gate.

We walked in clusters. Northstar and Rock each took one side of Kelint, while Massi, Jame, and Renou clustered around Borel. Geraln walked alongside me, as did Gino. Borel turned to glance at Gino with an eyebrow raised, but Gino wasn't paying attention. Rather, he stepped close to me and asked, "when did you get here, man?"

"Yesterday."

"You seen anything crazy yet?" With that, he glanced up at the lizard, still riding on Geraln's shoulder. I turned to face him with my eyes bulging wide.

As we reached the gate, Commander stopped and came up to Geraln. He then looked directly at the creature on his shoulder and cooed, "you can't go out there."

She chirped.

He scrunched up his voice and walked his words up and down the musical register. "No, you're jusht a baby. You can't go out there."

She chirped again.

"Oh, no. Your mommy would evisherate me if I let you go out there."

She tilted her head to the side. Then he reached up and took hold of her tiny body, lifted her up and set her down on the ground. She ran in a circle around Geraln's feet, then stopped, looked up at Geraln, and chipred.

Commander knelt low and looked directly at her with a wide, warm smile. "No, you can't go out there. You're jusht a baby!"

She chirped again.

As though she'd walked among us the whole time, the much bigger lizard, the same one as before with the light brown color and black diamond-pattern over her back, reached her head down to usher the little one away. Then, she stepped towards Geraln and sniffed him up and down, along his arms, his torso, his feet, then his neck. He stood perfectly still with his hands at his side and watched her the whole time without changing the expression on his face. Then, she turned her head to fix one eye on his face for a few seconds, turned, and walked off with the little one prancing around her feet.

I turned to Gino, who'd watched with his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. "You were asking if I'd seen anything crazy, yet?"

Gino turned to face me with his eyes even wider and spoke not a word. Geraln and I laughed.

After we made our way around the giant alligator, Borel turned to Massi and said something quietly, and the two of them giggled to one another. Then, Massi took a few steps back towards the alligator, tiptoed close, reached out his foot, and tapped the beast at the back end of its mouth. He jumped back fast, barely faster than the massive creature who turned in his direction and snapped its massive jaws at him. Then he ran back towards us giggling and smiling wide. He bobbed his shoulders back and forth, still grinning while Borel slapped his back, Jame grinned, and Renou gave an obligatory applause.

Outside the gate, a dark-green woman with long, white hair tied in a ponytail at her back wearing nothing but a simple cotton loincloth tended four large bison as they grazed on the open field. All of us stole more than a few glances at her bare chest. Except Commander; every time I noticed his quiet presence, he was watching each of us closely, and every time my eyes found his, he was looking at me.

Borel slapped Renou on his arm, "like you got a shot, man!"

Massi laughed, and Renou lowered his gaze after that.

I spoke up. "Is that necessary?"

Borel then looked me up and down with a smug expression all over his meaty face and spoke, "I get more bitches than you!"

Davod and Geraln glanced at one another and snorted a few chortles of laughter, but it was Gino who answered him. "Guess I should tell you why he got exiled from Kyoen, then."

I tried, "Please don't…"

Davod nearly tripped over his own laughter. "Wait, what?" He turned to me. "You were exiled?"

Geraln faced me directly. "You never mentioned that, man."

Gino nodded, "over some hedonistic debauchery with twenty girls at the same time!"

I felt my face turn red. Borel and Massi glanced at one another before Borel turned back to Gino and smiled. "Bullshit!"

Davod snickered and reached an arm over my shoulders. "You don't know; this kid had four girls for Naveris!"

Gino smiled and nodded. "Sounds about right."

I looked at Davod. I wanted to clarify; it wasn't like that, not in Kyoen, and not back home. I wasn't like that. But I was afraid that trying to clarify what happened would only make things worse. So I kept silent, hoping the conversation would move on.

Eventually we stopped. Commander looked around among us and settled his eyes on Borel. "Borel of Kyoen."

Borel stepped forward and nodded; it wasn't lost on me that none of us had given this man our names. He then handed Borel the practice dummy Davod had brought previously and pointed down the field towards the river, beside the trees. "Will you please set this up down there for us?"

Borel then handed the dummy to Renou and swatted his back. "Go on, then."

The smaller man took it and ran off. Borel watched, but Commander stared directly at him. When Borel turned around with a smirk on his face, he saw Commander staring and glanced around before asking, "what?"

Commander answered. "'amuŋaxatʌ."

"Huh?"

"That's what she said about you—'amuŋaxatʌ."

Borel looked left and right before coming back to Commander. "What's that mean?"

Commander smiled. "You'll figure it out."

Borel furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged.

With the dummy in place, we stood at one-hundred yards. Davod, Kelint, Jame, and I all made our shots easily. Commander walked us out to a hundred-fifty, when Davod protested, "I'm sorry, but isn't this a waste of time? Let's go back another hundred."

The rest of us nodded. Commander laughed, then looked at the four of us with a smile.

We got to two-fifty, and Davod grinned. He stepped to the line, drew back his bow, and let his arrow sail. It arched up, turned down, and nailed the dummy.

I stepped forward and drew.

Geraln needled me, "watch out for a crosswind."

"Be quiet!" I snapped, then loosed. My arrow also found its mark.

Kelint smirked. "You didn't call headshot."

"I was aiming for the head."

"Bullshit." Kelint humphed, stepped forward, and turned to face me. "Headshot." Then he loosed and nailed the dummy in the head, right next to my arrow.

Kelint turned to Jame of Kyoen. "What have you got?"

Jame sucked his teeth and called out, "neck shot," and loosed. When his arrow came down, the broadhead sliced right through the burlap connecting the head to the body, decapitating the poor thing. We all watched as the small brown padded thing with two long shafts protruding from it dropped to the ground.

Jame then looked at Kelint with a smug grin, and Borel pumped his fist while Massi smiled and nodded, and Renou applauded quietly.

We stepped back to three-hundred yards. Kelint, Jame, and I all perforated the poor dummy easily. When it was Davod's turn, his arrow sailed, then snagged on the edge of the burlap, swung around, and hung loose from a flap of fabric.

Jame smirked. "Looks like you're out!"

Geraln spoke up for him. "He hit it."

Borel spoke up. "He just grazed it. That's a miss."

Massi echoed. "A miss for the Mrs."

I chimed in. "It's a hit. You can see it from here."

Borel shook his head and stood smug with his arms crossed. "Graze don't count. He missed it."

I glanced at Commander, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, passing his eyes around the group of us as the situation escalated. He didn't look at whoever was speaking, though. Rather, he watched everyone else as they spoke.

Davod nodded, then took a deep breath and passed his bow to Geraln. Then he unsheathed his sword and tossed it to the ground behind him, turned to Borel and answered. "I hit the fucking thing."

Borel stepped up to him. "No, you didn't."

While everyone else stepped back, Massi stepped up and stood beside Borel, waving his hand about as if to usher Davod off. "You fucking missed it, hillbilly. Go have a sob, now."

I handed my bow to Geraln as well, tossed my own sword on the ground beside Davod's, and came up to stand next to him. "He hit it."

Massi fixed his eyes on me and chewed his jaw about. The scar that split his left eyebrow twitched, and he reached his right hand slightly behind him, where he'd kept a knife in a sheath strapped around his thigh.

My heart set to thundering. My skin crawled. My breath quickened. The four of us stood, faces within inches of one another, and I could smell Massi's breath amid the sweat, and for a moment I forgot about the humidity. Davod and Borel spoke not a word to one another, but Massi twitched his lip and taunted, "come on!"

I kept one eye on the knife and envisioned in my mind that I could kick it from him before it became a problem. Geraln's voice came from behind me, talking to Commander. "You going to do something about this?"

I heard Commander reply through a satisfied grin. "Nope."

I couldn't say how many seconds passed, when I heard Jame speak next. "I can beat this yokel."

Borel licked his lips but didn't break eye contact with Davod. "What's that?"

Jame answered. "Let him keep the hit. I'll still beat him."

At that, Everyone turned to face him. Borel then returned his attention to Davod and stepped back, holding his hands out. "Fine."

"Come on!" Massi grinned in protest. "I was just about to have some fun!"

Borel tapped his friend's shoulder. "It's good; we're all on the same side. Right?"

Davod nodded. "Something like that."

As we stepped back further, Borel shoved Renou in his chest, almost knocking him over. "Pussy."

At three-hundred-twenty yards, Davod stepped up for the first shot. We were all covered in sweat from the heat, and Davod was no different. But I looked close, and his fingers trembled. I glanced at Commander, who gave no tell as to what he was thinking, but his eyes were on Davod's fingers as well. As he drew back his bow, he took in a deep breath but his rhythm wasn't right. His fingers continued to tremble as he took aim, and when he loosed, his arrow fell to the ground a foot short of the dummy.

Davod winced, let out a deep breath, and stretched out his fingers. Borel smiled and chuckled lightly to himself, and Jame spoke to his friend. "Told you."

Then Jame stepped up and drew back, loosed, and buried his arrow in the practice dummy. Kelint did the same. When it was my turn, I heard a kissing noise; it was Massi grinning at me.

Borel added, "don't choke on it, man!"

"Sorry," I answered them both. "You're not my type." Then I hit the dummy right next to the other arrows.

Geraln shouted, "yes!" while Davod patted my arm.

At three-hundred-forty yards, Kelint stepped up, took his shot, looked at me, and yawned as his arrow popped into the dummy. Jame went next. He drew, then shouted, "FUCK!" as soon as he loosed. As his arrow came down, a light breeze carried it a foot to the left.

Kelint glanced at me with a wry grin. "Your shot."

I stepped up, but then as Jame went back to stand beside Borel, Borel pushed him hard, throwing him to the ground.

Jame looked up at him and protested. "What the fuck, man?"

Borel sucked his teeth and let out a deep breath, then turned as if to walk off. Massi pressed his hand into Borel's chest and spoke softly to him, and Borel then stood staring at me with his arms crossed.

Geraln spoke, "come on, Caleb, you got this!"

"Yeah," I shrugged. I pulled back and took aim. Then I heard a whooping noise as Massi jeered in my direction. I ignored him and loosed, and my arrow found its mark right next to Kelint's.

Davod pointed at Borel with a big smile on his face. "You see that? That's my man!"

At three-hundred-fifty yards, as Gino dug a line in the grass with his boot, I felt something on my shoulder. I turned, and it was a vita'o lizard, three yards in length with a blue stripe running from his eye down the length of his body to the end of his tail. My heart stabbed me with the shock of his sudden presence, and Blue looked at me and let out a guttural caw followed by several clicks.

"Don't pull a weapon, Caleb!" Geraln reminded me.

I looked at my bow. "I literally already have a weapon in my hand."

"Well, then…" he shrugged. "I don't know."

I stood perfectly still hoping, against what I already knew full well, that his presence had nothing to do with the fact that I'd been looking over his rider earlier.

Borel grinned wide. "You going to take your shot, man?"

Massi let out a light chuckle to go with it. 

Blue stepped close, curled his long neck, and turned one eye towards me. 

"I'll leave her alone, I swear it! I won't talk to her again!"

Blue turned his head one-eighty to face downrange, opened his jaws, and clicked. 

"Wait," Massi said, nearly giggling. "That's the same one that girl was riding, the one who asked our names when we came down from the pass. This is the guy that earned us that little speech from the Marquis!"

Jame looked at him. "No… wait, what?"

"Think about it!" Massi added.

Borel snickered, "did you say something to that girl?"

Davod cleared his throat and stifled a laugh, and Geraln answered him. "He may have said something to her."

Borel chuckled heartily. "I underestimated you, man! Go on and take your shot!"

Massi added, cackling, "wouldn't be the first miss since he got here!"

Davod chuckled, but Blue raised his head up and rubbed against my cheek. Surprisingly, I didn't feel like I was being threatened. Rather, Blue turned the side of his head back towards me, opened his jaws, and let out a string of clicks. 

Unsure what else to do, I squared up to the line and drew back my bow. Blue took a step back, and I breathed in and aimed. 

"Come on, Caleb!" Davod muttered. "You got this!"

I took a second to guess at the strength of the breeze downrange, began my exhale, and loosed. Immediately, Blue stood tall and craned his neck up all the way, watching as my arrow sailed down and perforated the dummy's heart. 

"YEAH!" Geraln shouted. Davod pumped his fist, and even Jame nodded and clapped. Loudest of all was Blue, who hopped from one foot to the other vigorously and cawed, then let out a string of clicks before bumping his body into me. My heart began to relax, and I couldn't help but smile at him. 

Kelint stepped up and pursed his lips with a firm nod. He pursed his lips and looked at Blue as he spoke to me. "Nice shot. No one in Ulum could beat me at three-fifty. Very nice."

Then he drew back, took aim, and loosed. His arrow, too, buried in the dummy right next to mine. He, Rock, and Northstar clasped hands and danced around in a circle while chanting something in Saeni. 

We stepped back to three-hundred-sixty yards, where Gino cut a line in the grass once more. I'd never shot that distance.

Geraln patted my arm, while Davod slapped my back. I looked at Blue, who cawed and rested his head on my shoulder, curled his long neck around mine, and let out several clicks. 

"Alright, then," I told him.

Blue stood perfectly still and watched as I drew, took aim, exhaled, and loosed. Then he lifted his head, and I could feel Davod beside me gritting his teeth. When my arrow fell, it clattered against the wooden post that held the dummy and ricocheted a few feet to the right. 

Blue squawked, I shook my head. 

"It doesn't count!" Borel shouted. 

Davod shot back, "he still grazed it!"

Jame held his hands up and stepped between them. "It's not a hit, but it's not a clean miss, either. Kelint has to at least graze it."

He then looked around at each of us for agreement. Borel nodded, as did Davod. I nodded and looked at Kelint. 

Kelint nodded as well, "that's fair."

Rock stood behind him, knife-handing his shoulders while Northstar rubbed his arms. Then, he stepped up to the line. Everyone else was silent while he raised his bow and drew back. Then, before he loosed, he turned and spoke to me. "How come I never saw you in Heralia City?"

"The old friar forbade me to compete."

"That's a shame."

With that, he loosed. Right away, he pumped his fist and shouted, "YEAH!"

His arrow sailed, and then popped dead center into the dummy's heart.

Rock cheered, Northstar clapped, and the two of them lifted Kelint on their shoulders while Gino handed him the twenty-five kren.