Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 1, 2020 7:04:56 GMT
Herneiros quite simply did not socialize, and didn't appear at any gathering unless his company was sought. He was a solitary figure, who rarely spoke except to offer unwanted advice, which was typically brusque and mildly uncivilized.
Instead of opting to sleep below deck with the others, the Wild Huntsman had simply designated a spot on deck as his personal territory. There was no bed, no blanket, no sack of wine. Merely some luggage carefully bound to the ship so it did not slide to and fro across the deck. Herneiros seemed to only have three activities to pass the time when not sleeping.
The first was the constant knitting during daylight hours. He had crafted a pair of thick socks by the end of the first day and was now working on some sort of cap. Perhaps he just liked to keep his hands busy. Or perhaps he just liked to keep something sharp in his hands at all times.
The second activity was stargazing, which he did obsessively when the Heavens were visible. Sometimes, he would sketch the constellations out on a piece of paper, a long series of dots and diagrams. If there was one quick way to aggravate the Wild Huntsman, it was to stand in the way of his view.
Finally, when the winds were calm and the ship moving at a slow enough pace, Herneiros fished. He did not share his catches, but then again, he never tried to sit at the tables of others. In his mind, he and they were akin to deer and badgers, existing side by side peacefully in a natural environment.
So Herneiros could always be found, catching his own meals, knitting his own clothes, and keeping company with the gods.
Instead of opting to sleep below deck with the others, the Wild Huntsman had simply designated a spot on deck as his personal territory. There was no bed, no blanket, no sack of wine. Merely some luggage carefully bound to the ship so it did not slide to and fro across the deck. Herneiros seemed to only have three activities to pass the time when not sleeping.
The first was the constant knitting during daylight hours. He had crafted a pair of thick socks by the end of the first day and was now working on some sort of cap. Perhaps he just liked to keep his hands busy. Or perhaps he just liked to keep something sharp in his hands at all times.
The second activity was stargazing, which he did obsessively when the Heavens were visible. Sometimes, he would sketch the constellations out on a piece of paper, a long series of dots and diagrams. If there was one quick way to aggravate the Wild Huntsman, it was to stand in the way of his view.
Finally, when the winds were calm and the ship moving at a slow enough pace, Herneiros fished. He did not share his catches, but then again, he never tried to sit at the tables of others. In his mind, he and they were akin to deer and badgers, existing side by side peacefully in a natural environment.
So Herneiros could always be found, catching his own meals, knitting his own clothes, and keeping company with the gods.