Take A Risk, Play A Game

The earthen wolf is pleased with herself, the idea she had come up with is ready to be laid out. It takes several trips from her bungalow out to the shaded area she has chosen, each time laden with items, before Athena is ready to begin setting up. Sitting back for a moment, she lets her amber eyes take in the items, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Absently nodding to herself, she starts with the short table she has dragged out here. She moves the table under shade that the large compound casts, pulling it close to the base of palm tree that has a nice view out to the ocean. Satisfied, Athena marches back to her items, picking up a large rolled up piece of cloth.

Carefully, Athena moves back to the table, gently laying out the crude map that she has worked so hard to paint. On the cloth, in huge, bold, black lines, is a rough outline of Boreas and Auster. The land is separated by lines, five of which are in different colors, while the rest are simple, thin, black lines. In Auster, the land has colors; orange and green. Hopefully, her partner can guess what those represent. There are also voids between the two borders, large squares blocking up the rest of the land. In Boreas there are three colored borders, grey, white, and purple along with several more, black borders. Amber eyes inspect her work, the colors all standing out on the handmade map.

A smile ticks her lips up as she smooths out the wrinkles in the cloth while pinning the edges down with large stones. Next, she brings over a box of painted rocks, the five colors on the board repeated on the small, round rocks. Carefully she picks out five of each color, laying them inside their corresponding lines. They are extras and she places the wooden box on the ground near the table. Next is another box, this one slightly larger than the last. Pulling two sets of knuckle bones from inside, Athena inspects each side, making sure her painted symbols are still intact. Satisfied, she places them in the middle of the map before placing the box with large, flat stones on one the side of the map.

The last thing she does is place two plush furs down on the sand, a nice thing to sit on while they match wits. Set up complete, Athena tips her head back and releases a soft howl for Albion, the pale pup having won a special place in her heart the moment he fought with her. Tilting her head back down, the earthen wolf hopes this game helps to teach some form of tactics to Albion.

WC: 456

"Athena Nocturna"