All around them the people of Stormfollowers tribe stood watching, murmurs of mistrust rippled through their small groupings. Otherwise they watched in relative silence as their shaman lead his wife and daughters one from Jetamios present form and Ankari, the Fier Dal from another life. Although Stormfollower tried to allay the feeling of some unspoken betrayal from the air, the frown and narrowing eyes of those around them spoke otherwise. The soft chink of Ankaris armour spoke of a world that most knew only from the legends brought back to them by Stormfollower, or one of their other brave but few. Many of these people had never seen armour actually worn, most pulled forth their great grandfathers or grandmothers suits for a yearly inspection thinly disguised as a day of homage for those wars of long ago. The youngest barely understood the need for arms and armour. They knew only that the way to the south was fraught with danger that only the pursuit of martial undertaking could navigate. And they knew also, until this day, that there tranquil home was safe from intrusions, and that their elders had built for them places of security and abundance where they could dwell without the need for outside dealings.
Stormfollower hurried them along to their summer home. It was a simple dwelling made from the tanned hides of animals, animals who had given their lives in honour and with much praise so that the tribe could eat and make shelter, carve implements from their bones and braid sinews into useful cord. Nothing was wasted here, no excess poured over the edge. Balance with nature and harmony of form seemed in every detail. He opened the door to the home and ushered them all quickly inside.
He entered after them and smiled coyly
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Ankari felt uneasy among the others and followed closely behind Jetamio. She didn't touch her blades though, leaving them securely in the saddle. Jetamio, still tired and a little shocked, kept glancing back at her as though finding it hard to beleive her eyes, but she also sensed the peoples misrust and frowned. She knew she would always be an outsider, someone born to a world most here could only imagine even though she was centuries older than the oldest there. It upset her slightly after spending so many months here among them, but she tried not to dwell on it.
They followed the shaman inside where Jetamio dropped thankfully into a seat, but Ankari stayed standing, unsure if the shaman shared his peoples reservations. Seeing the exhausted druid verging on sleep, she spoke to the man whom she assumed was her mothers new mate.
"I think I came at a bad time..."
They followed the shaman inside where Jetamio dropped thankfully into a seat, but Ankari stayed standing, unsure if the shaman shared his peoples reservations. Seeing the exhausted druid verging on sleep, she spoke to the man whom she assumed was her mothers new mate.
"I think I came at a bad time..."
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"There are no bad times here amongst the pines of Urchin Island; it is just a remarkable event for us to have any visitors at all. None have come since the year of low lakes when Jetamio first arrived at our winter camp. It was her choice then to stay outside the borders and have me come out to meet her. And my people still wonder why she doth not follow our sacred calling. And today to see a dark haired wood elf clad in armour on our secret shores, well I am sure you can understand.
All who have come have come to stay, with the exception of Jetamio and thyself we are all of the Wolf Cult. We are brought from all religions and every race from the far reaches of Norrath and some from far beyond that. We have come with our families and our will to make a difference, and carrying naught but the indomitable spirit of the wolf for these land provide all worldly needs in abundance. I am sorry the pack brooks no trust towards outsiders but such trust hath close brought our downfall in the eons past. And that lesson is still fresh in our ancestral knowledge..."
He shakes his head sadly " But you could not know this...a curios visitor to see her baby sister, should not be met with such inhospitable looks, as thy old mothers spirit endures in this new form her will still reaches thee and hath drawn thee to her. It is not so different from our beliefs. A soul migrates through the ages taking different forms unto perfection and the final reward...Leaving behind it and carrying forward the bonds of love between like souls…for in all creatures..."
He smiles at the child in Jetamios arms and stops his speech short, laughing "But thow hast not come to hear my deep thoughts, come sit and behold. Be part of Jetamios family once more Ankari. For a family need not be vast to be true."
He looks up and smiles easily at Ankari then turns to Jetamio and says softly close to her ear “What shall we call her Jetamio? The name hath not been brought and should so meet the world."
All who have come have come to stay, with the exception of Jetamio and thyself we are all of the Wolf Cult. We are brought from all religions and every race from the far reaches of Norrath and some from far beyond that. We have come with our families and our will to make a difference, and carrying naught but the indomitable spirit of the wolf for these land provide all worldly needs in abundance. I am sorry the pack brooks no trust towards outsiders but such trust hath close brought our downfall in the eons past. And that lesson is still fresh in our ancestral knowledge..."
He shakes his head sadly " But you could not know this...a curios visitor to see her baby sister, should not be met with such inhospitable looks, as thy old mothers spirit endures in this new form her will still reaches thee and hath drawn thee to her. It is not so different from our beliefs. A soul migrates through the ages taking different forms unto perfection and the final reward...Leaving behind it and carrying forward the bonds of love between like souls…for in all creatures..."
He smiles at the child in Jetamios arms and stops his speech short, laughing "But thow hast not come to hear my deep thoughts, come sit and behold. Be part of Jetamios family once more Ankari. For a family need not be vast to be true."
He looks up and smiles easily at Ankari then turns to Jetamio and says softly close to her ear “What shall we call her Jetamio? The name hath not been brought and should so meet the world."
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Jetamio opened her eyes again at Storms explanation and frowned slightly at mention of her not following their calling. She believed everyone had their own calling, and did not press her beliefs on others whether she believed hers better or not. She had her own calling to follow.
Ankari too did not understand his peoples attitude to strangers, their reluctance to let go of past mishaps. To a woman who lived on the front line, their abhorration of warcraft was as alien to her as she was to them. But, like her mother, she simply accepted the fact.
Jetamio smiled sleepily as he whispered in her ear, then nodded slightly. "Cionaodh, born of fire in the Ancient Northern tongue." ((It's Gaelic, pronounced the same as Sinead)) She doubted much of that ancient dialect had filtered through to the present day, but it had captivated her in her youth.
Ankari too did not understand his peoples attitude to strangers, their reluctance to let go of past mishaps. To a woman who lived on the front line, their abhorration of warcraft was as alien to her as she was to them. But, like her mother, she simply accepted the fact.
Jetamio smiled sleepily as he whispered in her ear, then nodded slightly. "Cionaodh, born of fire in the Ancient Northern tongue." ((It's Gaelic, pronounced the same as Sinead)) She doubted much of that ancient dialect had filtered through to the present day, but it had captivated her in her youth.
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"Cionaodh, born of fire. An excellent name. It makes me proud just to say it."
He reflected at his wifes dissapointed looks towards him and wondered for the first time If he had lost her respect. He had never dissapointed her before she came here.
He could not see into her mind as he once thought he could. He only knew what his own mind now rambled forth on him. She was ashamed of him perhaps, ashamed of where he came from and what The Wolf Cult was. He could not blame her if that was true. It was a difficult path to adhear to. Not many upheald the old ways anymore, the world had moved on and forgotten many. He could not help but feel guilty for bringing her here too. It was not her way, and she would never come to it. Why had he hoped? Why did he hope still?
"I think we have spent enough time here Jetamio, perhaps we should return south now" He smiled at her and then looked out the window towards the crowd of his peoples, engaged in talk and speculation. He had a choice to make..and it would not be easy... but he knew nothing worth doing ever was.
He reflected at his wifes dissapointed looks towards him and wondered for the first time If he had lost her respect. He had never dissapointed her before she came here.
He could not see into her mind as he once thought he could. He only knew what his own mind now rambled forth on him. She was ashamed of him perhaps, ashamed of where he came from and what The Wolf Cult was. He could not blame her if that was true. It was a difficult path to adhear to. Not many upheald the old ways anymore, the world had moved on and forgotten many. He could not help but feel guilty for bringing her here too. It was not her way, and she would never come to it. Why had he hoped? Why did he hope still?
"I think we have spent enough time here Jetamio, perhaps we should return south now" He smiled at her and then looked out the window towards the crowd of his peoples, engaged in talk and speculation. He had a choice to make..and it would not be easy... but he knew nothing worth doing ever was.
She watched him quizzically, wondering why he seemed troubled. "Already? I have given birth not one hour ago yet, I am in no fit state to travel. There is no rush to leave my love..." she touched his arm in reassurance. In her heart she knew he'd rather stay here, and for her to stay too, and she wished that she could settle. But after nine centuries, she could not change her nature anymore than she could tell the sun not to rise. She was a wanderer, her fate in the Mother's hands. It did not mean she respected him or his people any less, she was simply different.
Ankari watched the two silently, not knowing what to say.
Ankari watched the two silently, not knowing what to say.
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Stormfollower walked to the window and smiled out it as he closed the shutters, This seamed to allay the fears of a few who smiled back and waved before moving on with their daily tasks. Once the shutters were firmly close her turned on his heel to face them once more.
"She is beautiful is she not Ankari?" He walked to the crib and sphere he had placed in the entranceway to this house and set about moving it close to Jetamio. Retrieving the glowing orb from the bed he held it aloft.
"And she will have beautiful things" He tossed the ball between his hands as if judging its weight then held it on his shoulder as if he were an athlete ready to put it across the room.
"Cionaodh, the beautiful... Alas, the brave fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature." These last two words he spoke directly to Jetamio with a faintly smouldering smile. "And so her journey may attract many who would gaze upon her with admiration and longing for surcease from a path made hard by rain."
A scuffle could be heard outside as several sets of moccasined feet ran off towards the beach to the sounds of some protestations from others. Stormfollower sighed and closed his eyes.
"She is beautiful is she not Ankari?" He walked to the crib and sphere he had placed in the entranceway to this house and set about moving it close to Jetamio. Retrieving the glowing orb from the bed he held it aloft.
"And she will have beautiful things" He tossed the ball between his hands as if judging its weight then held it on his shoulder as if he were an athlete ready to put it across the room.
"Cionaodh, the beautiful... Alas, the brave fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature." These last two words he spoke directly to Jetamio with a faintly smouldering smile. "And so her journey may attract many who would gaze upon her with admiration and longing for surcease from a path made hard by rain."
A scuffle could be heard outside as several sets of moccasined feet ran off towards the beach to the sounds of some protestations from others. Stormfollower sighed and closed his eyes.
Jetamio heard the scuffle and glanced over, but she didn't know what to make of it exactly though she suspected it was something to do with her. Why did her presence make these people so uncomfortable, was she really so different from them? She bit her lip and looked down at the now sleeping baby. What kind of world had they brought her into. She looked up at Ankari who gazed back at her as though awaiting her words. Ankari whom she had thought was dead. They had told her that her children were gone.
A thought occured to her. If one lived, maybe the others did too. Rotrah had perished before her exile, but what about...
"Thowra?" She spoke the last word out loud, still looking at Ankari. The warrior smiled. "She is at home, and is the same as always." Jetamio remembered the golden haired child who sang and danced all the time. She would be a bard, like her father. She already likely was, the Druid suddenly realised. While Thowra was the youngest before Tortha, she had a couple centuries under her belt already, as did Ankari. They were as long lived as the rest of their kind.
Jetamio glanced at Stormfollower again, then at the closed shutters. Maybe they should leave, she was rested enough to transport them away quickly if it was needed, but she said nothing on the matter yet.
A thought occured to her. If one lived, maybe the others did too. Rotrah had perished before her exile, but what about...
"Thowra?" She spoke the last word out loud, still looking at Ankari. The warrior smiled. "She is at home, and is the same as always." Jetamio remembered the golden haired child who sang and danced all the time. She would be a bard, like her father. She already likely was, the Druid suddenly realised. While Thowra was the youngest before Tortha, she had a couple centuries under her belt already, as did Ankari. They were as long lived as the rest of their kind.
Jetamio glanced at Stormfollower again, then at the closed shutters. Maybe they should leave, she was rested enough to transport them away quickly if it was needed, but she said nothing on the matter yet.
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Stormfollower watched as the Mother and daughter shared this time together. How strange it was that the daughter was older than the mother he thought. They looked so similar though, one might mistake them for the same person separated by time. He sat quietly and listened to them talk about Jetamios past life and the children she had left behind. So he wondered how long she might stay with their new one and him. It seemed her fate to be thrust from one epoch to another and he yearned to tie a string to her that he might be dragged along. Yet he knew this could not be so. She was a free spirit and would brook no stay in one place for long. And yet she had bound her spirit to his granting his body the persistence to not die if he so chose, or to choose a natural death and so take her to the grave with him. This was not a choice he could make.
He sensed her unease with his homeland. He saw the uneasy looks she had for his people and the suspicion the elders had had for her had not made them easy to love. And now he must deal with this new hurdle to leap. Silverbird was being summoned as they sat and would soon be at his door with questions and accusations for Ankari and pointed crooked fingers for him and Jetamio. It was his right to question Stormfollower, and he took great joy in it.
And then there would be the turmoil of uprooting the summer camp and moving it to a new location. So many summers they had come here. It would be a great strain on everyone for years to come. But this was their way. The sanctity of the Wolf Tribe must not be risked and it was law that should they be found by any stranger that they uproot and move. It had been that way ever since the tribe had banished the vampires from their lands eons ago after the horror of that month of darkness. They had destroyed so many of those creatures that several covens who had escaped would relish the chance for retribution if they knew the location of his tribe.
His mind was drawn back by ancestral memory to that most evil of times. But quickly he snatched it back before the flood of images drowned him. It was enough that they visited his dreams so often he did not need them to become daymares too.
For now he would sit, not wishing to interrupt the reunion of mother, daughter and the sisters. He watched and listened. He listened, both to his new family within the house and for the approach of Silverbird.
He sensed her unease with his homeland. He saw the uneasy looks she had for his people and the suspicion the elders had had for her had not made them easy to love. And now he must deal with this new hurdle to leap. Silverbird was being summoned as they sat and would soon be at his door with questions and accusations for Ankari and pointed crooked fingers for him and Jetamio. It was his right to question Stormfollower, and he took great joy in it.
And then there would be the turmoil of uprooting the summer camp and moving it to a new location. So many summers they had come here. It would be a great strain on everyone for years to come. But this was their way. The sanctity of the Wolf Tribe must not be risked and it was law that should they be found by any stranger that they uproot and move. It had been that way ever since the tribe had banished the vampires from their lands eons ago after the horror of that month of darkness. They had destroyed so many of those creatures that several covens who had escaped would relish the chance for retribution if they knew the location of his tribe.
His mind was drawn back by ancestral memory to that most evil of times. But quickly he snatched it back before the flood of images drowned him. It was enough that they visited his dreams so often he did not need them to become daymares too.
For now he would sit, not wishing to interrupt the reunion of mother, daughter and the sisters. He watched and listened. He listened, both to his new family within the house and for the approach of Silverbird.
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Shortly it came. A Footfall, a softer footfall, and then a click, it was the familiar sound of the advance of Silverbird with his queer gait and his ever-present gnarl root staff. He kept it with him wherever he went though he did not need it. He was not really lame, just walked funny in pretence of disability though this all would miraculously disappear after a few drinks at the dances when he would foolishly compete with Stormfollowers acrobatics for attention. This day he brought his staff and his "different" walk along with his entourage to Stormfollowers home. He cursed the distance from the beach to there and swore under his breath that the whelp of a shaman had purposely built it on the highest part of the clearing just to discourage his visits. Truth was the whole village was at the same elevation and it was only Silverbirds home that was built away from the center on its own by the beach, at his own insistence and by other hands. For it was not his custom to do any labour and his few followers looked after him well enough.
The flock of mostly older women clucked and squawked there way along behind him, berating the “witch Jetamio” for bringing an unexpected guest amongst them. And raising their voices high in shock at the grief and hardships it would surely cause them all. The few men that were with them nodded amongst themselves. Slowly and with maudlin stoicism and dutifully followed close behind their shaman.
Stormfollower still had not heard them coming but the three pairs of keen elven ears in his home clearly did.
The flock of mostly older women clucked and squawked there way along behind him, berating the “witch Jetamio” for bringing an unexpected guest amongst them. And raising their voices high in shock at the grief and hardships it would surely cause them all. The few men that were with them nodded amongst themselves. Slowly and with maudlin stoicism and dutifully followed close behind their shaman.
Stormfollower still had not heard them coming but the three pairs of keen elven ears in his home clearly did.
Jetamio turned her head towards the window and stiffened at the words she heard filtering through, including her name and 'witch' in the same sentence. Her expression hardened and she got up, putting the now sleeping baby in her crib.
"I've had enough of this..." She moved towards the door and opened it just as Silverbird was about to bang on it. Jetamio smiled at his surprise, but it lacked warmth. She stood in the doorway, one fist blazing with fire, the other with the azure of ice. "A witch you say?" she said softly, but her anger was evident in the coolness of her tone. "Tell me Silverbird, do witchs save your people often? Do witches risk the strength they need for delivering their child, to travel the spirit world to save a fishing fleet? Do witches defy their own nature and shut themselves in one hut for months on end in an attempt to please another culture?"
Her golden eyes bore into his, and she did not move away from the doorway. She sensed Ankari close by, itching to reach for her blades in defence of her mother, but she held back, fearing she was as much part of the problem.
"I've had enough of this..." She moved towards the door and opened it just as Silverbird was about to bang on it. Jetamio smiled at his surprise, but it lacked warmth. She stood in the doorway, one fist blazing with fire, the other with the azure of ice. "A witch you say?" she said softly, but her anger was evident in the coolness of her tone. "Tell me Silverbird, do witchs save your people often? Do witches risk the strength they need for delivering their child, to travel the spirit world to save a fishing fleet? Do witches defy their own nature and shut themselves in one hut for months on end in an attempt to please another culture?"
Her golden eyes bore into his, and she did not move away from the doorway. She sensed Ankari close by, itching to reach for her blades in defence of her mother, but she held back, fearing she was as much part of the problem.
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SIlverbird recoiled in fear as the door shot open
"You see? Do you all see? She attacks old Silverbird! Save me, someone help!"
Looks of horror stared back at Jetamio and several gasps of shock rose from the small crowd of Silverbird loyalists. Then a couple of aged group began to peal away from the back scurrying off towards thier homes.
Stormfollower stood quickly and rushed to Jetamio, placing his hands on her shoulders to try to calm her fiery spirit.
"Come inside Jetamio. Let me speak with Silverbird and our friends" He spoke with a calm reasurrance directed outward towards the mostly grey haired group
The elder shaman was wide eyed with panic now and stammered forth a hasty prayer
" T-to arms my spirit wolf, Please protect me once more"
Yet nothing happened no spirit materialized. His hands shook with fear as he droped his staff and an attempt to stiffle a sob produced an ugly wimpering choke from the old man.
"You see? Do you all see? She attacks old Silverbird! Save me, someone help!"
Looks of horror stared back at Jetamio and several gasps of shock rose from the small crowd of Silverbird loyalists. Then a couple of aged group began to peal away from the back scurrying off towards thier homes.
Stormfollower stood quickly and rushed to Jetamio, placing his hands on her shoulders to try to calm her fiery spirit.
"Come inside Jetamio. Let me speak with Silverbird and our friends" He spoke with a calm reasurrance directed outward towards the mostly grey haired group
The elder shaman was wide eyed with panic now and stammered forth a hasty prayer
" T-to arms my spirit wolf, Please protect me once more"
Yet nothing happened no spirit materialized. His hands shook with fear as he droped his staff and an attempt to stiffle a sob produced an ugly wimpering choke from the old man.
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Stormfollowers hands upon her shoulders did little, only making her focus her pent up energies. For months she had been confined, her magics quelled in an attempt to fit in. She stepped out of the door, standing in clear view of all, though her eyes bore into Silverbird's. She ignored his spell, fearing nothing he could cast on her.
"Attack you I did not. Nor shall I. I am not your enemy." Her voice was still cool, but her bearing conveyed the pride and confidence that she so rarely displayed in full force anymore. She held out her hand, blazing with fire which left a trail of flame in the air as she moved, but it touched no one. "I am the fire that burns..." she raised her other hand, swirling with ice and snow, the flakes falling around her. "I am the blizzard that rages..." She raised both hands above her head towards the still stormy sky. Lightning flickered accross the sky, matching that which now crackled around her form. "I am the storm..." A chilled wind blew around her, tousling her fiery hair, " and the wind that howls through the mountains..." She lowered her hands slowly and the wind died down, but a warm rain started to fall. She softened the tone of her voice a little, but still focused her attention on the old shaman, although she was addressing everyone. "I am the rain that nourishes the earth that sustains us..." As she spoke the word 'earth', the ground beneath them shook slightly, not enough to cause great alarm, but noticeable. It took great control to hold that particularly devasting Earthquake spell in check, she had no intentions of destroying their homes.
Finally as her hands fell to her sides, the ground stopped trembling. The rain still fell, the remnants of the storm she had held back to allow the ships home and she did not stop it now. By now she and everyone else outside were soaked to the skin in the warm deluge, her clothes and hair sticking to her. She seemed not to care though, as her expression also softened and she lowered her voice even more. She looked at Silverbird with something akin to love, although not love of him personally, but of all things in life, the variety it birthed.
She did not understand the Grey that Stormfollower often mentioned, to her life was a spectrum of colour. Everything, good and evil, had its place or it would not have been allowed to come into existance in the first place. Dark was a reflection of light, and light of dark. Each person walked a different colour, and each tested the vices and virtues of the others.
She spoke softly. "I am Altáriël Súrion the Watcher," she started, giving him her full true name given at her birth all those centuries ago, "StormCaller of the Mother of All, Tunare." She paused, still watching the old shaman as her words sank in, watching his reactions. "I am a wife...I am a mother... a woman. I am Jetamio. I am not your enemy."
"Attack you I did not. Nor shall I. I am not your enemy." Her voice was still cool, but her bearing conveyed the pride and confidence that she so rarely displayed in full force anymore. She held out her hand, blazing with fire which left a trail of flame in the air as she moved, but it touched no one. "I am the fire that burns..." she raised her other hand, swirling with ice and snow, the flakes falling around her. "I am the blizzard that rages..." She raised both hands above her head towards the still stormy sky. Lightning flickered accross the sky, matching that which now crackled around her form. "I am the storm..." A chilled wind blew around her, tousling her fiery hair, " and the wind that howls through the mountains..." She lowered her hands slowly and the wind died down, but a warm rain started to fall. She softened the tone of her voice a little, but still focused her attention on the old shaman, although she was addressing everyone. "I am the rain that nourishes the earth that sustains us..." As she spoke the word 'earth', the ground beneath them shook slightly, not enough to cause great alarm, but noticeable. It took great control to hold that particularly devasting Earthquake spell in check, she had no intentions of destroying their homes.
Finally as her hands fell to her sides, the ground stopped trembling. The rain still fell, the remnants of the storm she had held back to allow the ships home and she did not stop it now. By now she and everyone else outside were soaked to the skin in the warm deluge, her clothes and hair sticking to her. She seemed not to care though, as her expression also softened and she lowered her voice even more. She looked at Silverbird with something akin to love, although not love of him personally, but of all things in life, the variety it birthed.
She did not understand the Grey that Stormfollower often mentioned, to her life was a spectrum of colour. Everything, good and evil, had its place or it would not have been allowed to come into existance in the first place. Dark was a reflection of light, and light of dark. Each person walked a different colour, and each tested the vices and virtues of the others.
She spoke softly. "I am Altáriël Súrion the Watcher," she started, giving him her full true name given at her birth all those centuries ago, "StormCaller of the Mother of All, Tunare." She paused, still watching the old shaman as her words sank in, watching his reactions. "I am a wife...I am a mother... a woman. I am Jetamio. I am not your enemy."
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Silverbird shook with fright as the natural world came to life around him. He fell to his knees before the awesome power he witnessed. He regained a clutch on his staff and held firmly to it. Many elders gasped and ran across the plaza to thier homes while the old mans watering eyes fell away from Jetamio as she spoke and he began to sob. When she was through he whispered hoarsly through his hands "It is not our way... Not The Path! Thou bendeth Nature to thy will, while we, Natures faithfull obedient subjects obey her immutable plan." He lifts his shaky eyes to look behind Jetamio to Stormfollower.
"There will be a trial Stormfollower. Thou hast brought this apon thyself! And doom apon thy peoples!" he cried
Several of the shocked elders who still remained move to help him to his feet, but Stormfollower steped in quickly to be the one to grasp his hand. And he drew the old shaman gently to stand.
"I am very sorry Silverbird, I only wished for us to become part of the greater world once more. Please be not afraid tis but a wif of anger" Stormfollower spoke with sincere regret in his voice. He tried to hold the mans hand to his chest but Silverbird ripped it from his grasp. Silverbird turned his back on Stormfollower. The old man was still shaking and his skin had gone pale in shock.
Stormfollower looked to the others gathered there before his home and began to explain "I wished.." But words failed him this time and all was silence. He looked back towards Jetamio. Her flowing radiant hair and proud stance perfectly framed in the doorway of the traditional Wolf Cult shelter behind her. The contrast hit him for the first time and a deep pain now settled on his face.
"There will be a trial Stormfollower. Thou hast brought this apon thyself! And doom apon thy peoples!" he cried
Several of the shocked elders who still remained move to help him to his feet, but Stormfollower steped in quickly to be the one to grasp his hand. And he drew the old shaman gently to stand.
"I am very sorry Silverbird, I only wished for us to become part of the greater world once more. Please be not afraid tis but a wif of anger" Stormfollower spoke with sincere regret in his voice. He tried to hold the mans hand to his chest but Silverbird ripped it from his grasp. Silverbird turned his back on Stormfollower. The old man was still shaking and his skin had gone pale in shock.
Stormfollower looked to the others gathered there before his home and began to explain "I wished.." But words failed him this time and all was silence. He looked back towards Jetamio. Her flowing radiant hair and proud stance perfectly framed in the doorway of the traditional Wolf Cult shelter behind her. The contrast hit him for the first time and a deep pain now settled on his face.