Jetamio hummed softly as she rode along, a song of spring, of new awakenings. Even here in the frozen north, spring could not be denied. Where snow and ice did not lie think upon the ground, alpine flowers were in full bloom, a carpet of pinks, purples and whites, the odd splash of yellow. The flowers seem to reach out to her as she passed as though trying to touch her.
The druid rode alone, only her mare Nox for company. She had made even Delsari stay behind, to let her do this alone. She rode North for the private ceremony of Storm's people that would make her his wife according to his culture. The ride there was a welcome respite from people fussing over her, telling her to be careful for the childs sake. The wild spirited druid could only endure so much. She had faith in the Mother that both she and her unborn child would be fine.
Finally she emerged from the mountain pass and found herself near the northern sea. She did not know the exact location of Storm's village so rode instead to the aspen grove. There she would await him.
A hoot of an owl announced her approach and she looked up, spying a familiar owl in the trees watching her. Reaching out with her mind she spoke to it with a series of pictures projected from her mind to the owls.
~ an image of Stormfollower, of an owl landing on his outstretched arm, a wrulan in the aspen grove sitting waiting ~
The owl hooted again and took off, and Jetamio made herself comfortable as she waited.
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"Hesufell!" Stormfollower caught the Old Owl gently on his huge leather bound forearm.
"What a pleasant suprise have you taken to a diet of fish now?" He had come fishing for crab with his Uncle Oxbalm, and his three closest cousins Horseweed Throwstraw and Seal. They were far from the shores of his tribes spring village but they could still see the borderland.
The image of Jetamio waiting in the aspen grove caught him quick from Hesufells mind. More beautifull than ever she sat amidst a gathering of tiny green flowers (noteably ones used in the preparation of some soothing tonics) and breathed deeply of the forest scents.
"Well brothers! Our catching has been kind to us this year! I will leave thee all to take it swift home. Hesufell bids me Jetamio hath come to the sacred aspen grove for us there to meet." They all looked up from thier duties with smiles of great anticipation. Like boys who`ve been told the mamoth meat is freshly candied they burst into excited talk.
"I hope the two of you can reach us back without too much distraction" Oxbalm laughed and elbowed the young Horseweed`s ribs
Horseweed burst into laughter " Yes Stormfollower. We know it is only 27 handwidths from the aspen pine to standing stone..So we will be counting to see how many times you had to stop."
"And dont forget to be dressed before you get near the apple fields, You don`t want to go scarin the children again" Throwstone added from the bow of thier little skif.
Stormfollower laughed with them all baudily and long then allowing Hesufell a new perch on the boats high boom he slipped over the gunwhales and into the frigid waters " You just get those crabs home before dolt-time spoils the lot. I expect to be hungry when I return." He threw a knowing wink at his uncle before tranforming into a great bear for the long swim to shore.
"Hurry back great brother, we are eager to meet her!" Seal called meakly after him.
His swam with the strength of purpose that usually acompanied his journeys. Knowing he could make better time in the water he made a heading towards the point of a large ithsmus that marked the western most extent of the tribes wanderings. There he traveled by land, south allong its rocky beach to the cliffs of sparrows where he would summon The horse Hesuefel to spirit him west to the aspen grove.
When she arrived the sun was beginning to dip over the western horrizon. As he swung onto her back Stormfollower looked up to see Hesufell the Owl fly silently by bouyed on the thermals towards Jetamio. "Tell her we won`t be long and appologise that we are so late getting back to her! He yelled skyward. Hesufell tipped her wing in acknowledgement and with her characteristically smokey whoot was away over the clifftops.
"What a pleasant suprise have you taken to a diet of fish now?" He had come fishing for crab with his Uncle Oxbalm, and his three closest cousins Horseweed Throwstraw and Seal. They were far from the shores of his tribes spring village but they could still see the borderland.
The image of Jetamio waiting in the aspen grove caught him quick from Hesufells mind. More beautifull than ever she sat amidst a gathering of tiny green flowers (noteably ones used in the preparation of some soothing tonics) and breathed deeply of the forest scents.
"Well brothers! Our catching has been kind to us this year! I will leave thee all to take it swift home. Hesufell bids me Jetamio hath come to the sacred aspen grove for us there to meet." They all looked up from thier duties with smiles of great anticipation. Like boys who`ve been told the mamoth meat is freshly candied they burst into excited talk.
"I hope the two of you can reach us back without too much distraction" Oxbalm laughed and elbowed the young Horseweed`s ribs
Horseweed burst into laughter " Yes Stormfollower. We know it is only 27 handwidths from the aspen pine to standing stone..So we will be counting to see how many times you had to stop."
"And dont forget to be dressed before you get near the apple fields, You don`t want to go scarin the children again" Throwstone added from the bow of thier little skif.
Stormfollower laughed with them all baudily and long then allowing Hesufell a new perch on the boats high boom he slipped over the gunwhales and into the frigid waters " You just get those crabs home before dolt-time spoils the lot. I expect to be hungry when I return." He threw a knowing wink at his uncle before tranforming into a great bear for the long swim to shore.
"Hurry back great brother, we are eager to meet her!" Seal called meakly after him.
His swam with the strength of purpose that usually acompanied his journeys. Knowing he could make better time in the water he made a heading towards the point of a large ithsmus that marked the western most extent of the tribes wanderings. There he traveled by land, south allong its rocky beach to the cliffs of sparrows where he would summon The horse Hesuefel to spirit him west to the aspen grove.
When she arrived the sun was beginning to dip over the western horrizon. As he swung onto her back Stormfollower looked up to see Hesufell the Owl fly silently by bouyed on the thermals towards Jetamio. "Tell her we won`t be long and appologise that we are so late getting back to her! He yelled skyward. Hesufell tipped her wing in acknowledgement and with her characteristically smokey whoot was away over the clifftops.
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He arrived at the location he sought after a pleasant night of riding. The moon had shone brightly to guide the steady hoof falls of Heusefel.
Leaving Heusefel on the shore to graze, Stormfollower headed along the hidden path into the sacred grove. It was the very early dawn and the suns rays shone gently on his back with the first warmth of what promised to be a beutifull day.
"Hail Jetamio, my love, how fares my beautifull Wrulan!" He shouted as he entered through the heavy salak bushes.
Leaving Heusefel on the shore to graze, Stormfollower headed along the hidden path into the sacred grove. It was the very early dawn and the suns rays shone gently on his back with the first warmth of what promised to be a beutifull day.
"Hail Jetamio, my love, how fares my beautifull Wrulan!" He shouted as he entered through the heavy salak bushes.
She had slept peacefully, knowing no harm would come to her out here. She stirred as the morning sunshine touched her face, her scales sparkling brighter than ever with the touch of dew on her skin. She was just having a morning drink of dew collected from the plants around the grove, when she heard his booming voice and whirled around. With a grin, she put her collecting cup down and bounded over to him, springing into his arms as lithe as a deer. "Storm! I made it!" She giggled, obviously referring to managing to find her way back to the grove alone.
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Stormfollower gathered her up in his arms and hugged her close. " I have missed thee my Love, Were it not for our constant meetings in our dreams I should have gone completely off for lack of thy pleasing aura"
He offered her his water skin, freshly filled from a clear mountain spring that drained into the ocean nearby. " I hope your journey here was pleasant. Preparations are being made at our spring village for a great welcoming feast. And the weather promises to hold for our expedition up to the heights of Chomolagma" He looked lovingly into her eyes then kissed her long and hard. " I did so miss thee!"
He spins around several times with her in his arms then placing her softly back on the earth he studies her up and down. "I’m not sure what thow calleth it Jetamio, but I feel just ready to burst. I guess its spring fever. Tis what some have said the name of it is. And whenst thow has it, thow want - oh, thow dost not quite know what it is thow wanteth, but it doth just fairly make thy heart ache, thow wanteth it so!
Stormfollower places his huge hands gentle on Jetamios face and gently strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. “Shall we be off then?"
He offered her his water skin, freshly filled from a clear mountain spring that drained into the ocean nearby. " I hope your journey here was pleasant. Preparations are being made at our spring village for a great welcoming feast. And the weather promises to hold for our expedition up to the heights of Chomolagma" He looked lovingly into her eyes then kissed her long and hard. " I did so miss thee!"
He spins around several times with her in his arms then placing her softly back on the earth he studies her up and down. "I’m not sure what thow calleth it Jetamio, but I feel just ready to burst. I guess its spring fever. Tis what some have said the name of it is. And whenst thow has it, thow want - oh, thow dost not quite know what it is thow wanteth, but it doth just fairly make thy heart ache, thow wanteth it so!
Stormfollower places his huge hands gentle on Jetamios face and gently strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. “Shall we be off then?"
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She laughed as he whirled her around, once more marvelling at his strength. "I bet you could still lift me as easy as that when our child is ready to be born. There seems no limit to you my love."
She smiles at his words, knowing exactly what he means. She too felt the same inexplicable joy coursing through her, especially when he touched her. She looked into his eyes as he touched her face in his gentle hands and nodded. "Yes, let's see this home of yours."
))She laughed as he whirled her around, once more marvelling at his strength. "I bet you could still lift me as easy as that when our child is ready to be born. There seems no limit to you my love."
She smiles at his words, knowing exactly what he means. She too felt the same inexplicable joy coursing through her, especially when he touched her. She looked into his eyes as he touched her face in his gentle hands and nodded. "Yes, let's see this home of yours."
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They headed out towards the spring village of the Wolf Tribe, on the wayStormfollower sang some songs to Jetamio so she would be able to join in if the time came for her to do so. He taught her the rules to many games she would no soubt be asked to join in and reated the basic steps to many dances that she would want to dance along to. He told her what to expect of his people, who he insisted would be very curiouse to know all about her, and may even apear rude with thier probing questions. He warned her about the children whome he was sure would mob her having rarely seen any Drakkin. Her green hair would surely be the aim of many a request to touch or perhaps even own a lock of. And her markings would be stared at, but he urged her that it would all be mere curiosity and perhaps even asthetic apretiation for his tribe would never juge one on thier appearance. He let her know of the customs of his people, of how the elders were highly respected even if some of them might apear frail of mind they were never to be interupted and to be lent a steadying hand at any opportunity. He told her how all races were equally respected and that many peoples of all races would be found thereHis talk then turned to the names of his immediate family he had no direct siblings and both his mother and father had passed into the land of spirits but of his uncles, aunts and cousins there were many names, he assured her she would not need to remeber them all . After he had finished with his talk on all his relations Stormfollower asked if there was anything Jetamio wanted to ask before they got there.
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The rest of thier trip passed slowly with little conversation as the both took in with great deep breaths and awestruck stares the indessecrate beauty of the norh. Past vernal woods and rushing waters they rode without pause untill at the crest of a moss rich hill Stormfollower stoped and pointed to an island several hundred bowshots off the shore of the Nothron sea.
"The isle of red urchins, the spring and summer home of the Cult"
A tiny bay sheltered several anchored fishing boats and towards these they now rode . Stormfollower was smiling proudly as he looked towards the pine covered island where his people awaited them.
At the shore a young boy stood fishing, his back to the two road weary companions. But as they got within earshot he turned around to show a smile that would no doubt light the deepest reaches of an arctic winter. Quickly the smile fourished and grew into an excited expression of glee. He dropped his fishing pole into the water as he began to jump and dance as he spoke. " Stormfollower, Oh Stormfollower, you have come at last! The wolf heart is here!" He hastily dragged a birchbark canoe from the sands and into the water taking his place in the back paddle in hand still shaking with joy, his eyes transfixed on Stormfollower.
"Why Goodrain, how strong you have grown!" Stormfollower spoke with great enthusiasm "last I saw you, you were but a toddling child, Now look at you! nearly a man already! Your parents Hornblade and Waxwing must be very proud of you."
Goodrain puffed up in obviouse jubilation at being recognised and complemented by Stormfollower. and it became very evident that he looked at the Shaman with a great deal of awe. " Yes, It is truely an honour to be the one who paddles for you and your bride-to-be" For the first time he glanced at Jetamio and smiled shyly before returning his worshipping eyes to Stormfollower.
Gesturing towards the front of the canoe Stormfollower extended his other hand to help Jetamio take a seat in the wobbly craft. Then wading into the water up to his shins he deftly vaulted into the seat behind her, his great momentum unbeaching the boat and setting them on thier way.
Goodrain paddled them out beyond the breaking waves with great effort and Stormfollower made no attempt to help him even though there were two spare paddles stowed on the ribs of the tiny tottery vessel. The boy paddled with astonishing strength for his light (by barbarian standards) frame and soon a sweat began to run freely down his face, all the while he smiled like the sun.
Stormfollower looked back at the boy "Tonight the Moon-of-new-Horns shall be over and I know a certain happy padddler who will be hoist apon my shoulders for the lighting of the oak brand" He laughed to see Goodrains face become even more enraptured and his paddling grow even stronger.
Turning forward once more he placed a loving hand on Jetamios shoulder and looked out with familiar reverance apon the misty expances of the boreal sea.
"Soon my love, we shall be there. Soon you will know of that wich I have tried to speak. My precious people" He smiled at her back. unable to read the feelings she now bore on her face.
"The isle of red urchins, the spring and summer home of the Cult"
A tiny bay sheltered several anchored fishing boats and towards these they now rode . Stormfollower was smiling proudly as he looked towards the pine covered island where his people awaited them.
At the shore a young boy stood fishing, his back to the two road weary companions. But as they got within earshot he turned around to show a smile that would no doubt light the deepest reaches of an arctic winter. Quickly the smile fourished and grew into an excited expression of glee. He dropped his fishing pole into the water as he began to jump and dance as he spoke. " Stormfollower, Oh Stormfollower, you have come at last! The wolf heart is here!" He hastily dragged a birchbark canoe from the sands and into the water taking his place in the back paddle in hand still shaking with joy, his eyes transfixed on Stormfollower.
"Why Goodrain, how strong you have grown!" Stormfollower spoke with great enthusiasm "last I saw you, you were but a toddling child, Now look at you! nearly a man already! Your parents Hornblade and Waxwing must be very proud of you."
Goodrain puffed up in obviouse jubilation at being recognised and complemented by Stormfollower. and it became very evident that he looked at the Shaman with a great deal of awe. " Yes, It is truely an honour to be the one who paddles for you and your bride-to-be" For the first time he glanced at Jetamio and smiled shyly before returning his worshipping eyes to Stormfollower.
Gesturing towards the front of the canoe Stormfollower extended his other hand to help Jetamio take a seat in the wobbly craft. Then wading into the water up to his shins he deftly vaulted into the seat behind her, his great momentum unbeaching the boat and setting them on thier way.
Goodrain paddled them out beyond the breaking waves with great effort and Stormfollower made no attempt to help him even though there were two spare paddles stowed on the ribs of the tiny tottery vessel. The boy paddled with astonishing strength for his light (by barbarian standards) frame and soon a sweat began to run freely down his face, all the while he smiled like the sun.
Stormfollower looked back at the boy "Tonight the Moon-of-new-Horns shall be over and I know a certain happy padddler who will be hoist apon my shoulders for the lighting of the oak brand" He laughed to see Goodrains face become even more enraptured and his paddling grow even stronger.
Turning forward once more he placed a loving hand on Jetamios shoulder and looked out with familiar reverance apon the misty expances of the boreal sea.
"Soon my love, we shall be there. Soon you will know of that wich I have tried to speak. My precious people" He smiled at her back. unable to read the feelings she now bore on her face.
Jetamio had been quiet, in silent awe at the craggy beauty of these northern lands. Gone were the lush forests of her homelands, or the wide plains of the Karanas.
She smiled shyly back at Goodrain, wondering for a second why Storm did not help him, but then realising it was probably a question of honour. She realised how little she knew of his people. Would they accept her? Would they approve of the union? Many thoughts sped through her mind faster than she could acknowledge them.
She smiled shyly back at Goodrain, wondering for a second why Storm did not help him, but then realising it was probably a question of honour. She realised how little she knew of his people. Would they accept her? Would they approve of the union? Many thoughts sped through her mind faster than she could acknowledge them.
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AS they neared the shore of the pine covered island many bustling forms could be seen allong the rocky cove Goodrain steared them to. Many peoples of different races (although mostly people of the north) scurried about back and forth between several landed boats and a large smokey fire. Fish hung on rack around the fire slowly drying in the smoke filled air. But the closer they got the more the activity slowed and a gathering began to form on the shore until, once within bowshot a great crowd of close to 200 or so peoples of many races and widely varied ages had formed to great them.
"Welcome The Wolfheart, Welcome Jetamio his bride-to-be! Welcome home! Stay for long!" One husky Northman bellowed from the shore.
Stormfollower stood up with steady grace in the canoe hardly unbalancing it at all. " Thank you Uncle! The blue waters of Mother Ocean are calm and supportive, from wich all life has come! The froth on her surface gave birth to the Steals the Light people: Father Sun, Dawn Child, Winter Boy, the Ice Ghosts, The Thunderbeings, Great White Giant and all the others! Even Sister Earth and Brother Sky were born from the vast blue womb! And now she brings us the bounty of our feast to end the Moon-of-new-horns. She bares us Home too, my wife-to-be and I. And we are thankfull! "
Thier canoe slipped into a sandy spot between to great flat rocks and many hands helped them out. All around were praises of fealty and welcoming gestures. All bore smiles and friendly words. Many came close and hugged Storm and Jetamio in turn but thier movements were hardly hindered. Slowly they walked up the shoreline engulfed in the throng of well wishers. Two small girls skipped up and began to adorn the couple in brightly coloured flowers, feathers, and shells. Neclaces and head adornments were place lovingly on them and beaded bangles were weved amoung thier clothes. Stormfollower greated everyone by name and talked at a fevered Pace with his Uncle Oxbalm, from what could be decerned it was mostly about the state of the village and important events that needed to be caught up on.
At the point where the coast met the forest a small hut had been built with great craftmanship out of driftwood, and decorated much as the two of them were. They were led to its doors and Stormfollower bis Jetamio sit in one of the two chairs that sat on either side of it. "Here we shall stay untill the Ceremony this evening. We will join them at Dancing bay and return here afterwards. Then we can reamain here, not far from the village untill we undertake the journey to the binding stone. Only then will we be allowed to join the main village as is our tradition"
Stormfollower smiled lovingly at Jetamio and stared long into her eyes. Much food and drink was offered to them and they were fauned apon like royalty. Every need was attended to and all the while curiouse onlookers politely aproached alon or in pairs to talk with Jetamio and ask her , sometimes odd questions, requests to touch her hair and inquireies about her eating habits or birthing processes. All the time the inocence of these people and thier isolation from all else shone through with a quaintness that was never aukward.
During the few brief times they were left alone Storm took to complimenting Jetamio overly. Stating with subtle nuances on how beautifull she looked, how like a queen she held herself, how great her guile, how wide her horrizons... every peacefull moment he interjected some form of heartfelt feeling or another.
Ocationally Oxbalm would return with a question or two for Stormfollower, Mostly mudane things about the celebration that evening or the opperation of daily life in the village. But as late in the day he came with a particularilly peculiar question. What should we do with Silverbird tonight ?" He seamed particularrily disturbed about this decision and glanced briefly at Jetamio.
Stormfollower Scratched hi beard for a moment in a rare moment of indessision. Then spoke with an unfamiliar hint of uncertainty. "Bring him to the beach "after" the feast. Aloow him free reign over the presidings" Oxbalm nodded then turned to leave when Stormfollower added " But I will lead the dance." Oxbalm nodded again and headed back towards the village.
Trning again to Jetamio Stormfollower sighed "I should have told you about Silverbird..." His eyes turn to the sand at his feet " He came to us 17 years ago from the Condor Tribe, the last of his tribe..He is a great Shaman and huge asset to us. But I am afraid he is quite deeply disturbed, and needs to be restrained often, The malady of his mind resists all atempts to heal and is a mystery to any healer who has tried." He breathes deeply in" I hope all will be ok tonight though. I do not want your first impression of your new family to be tainted by any of his antics. I think as long as I let him be "in charge" of the ceremony this should calm him..but my presence is always a great strain on his old and addled mind. You see, the people need him, while I am gone...but when I am here they often forget that fact." He looks up with appologetic eyes at Jetamio.
"Welcome The Wolfheart, Welcome Jetamio his bride-to-be! Welcome home! Stay for long!" One husky Northman bellowed from the shore.
Stormfollower stood up with steady grace in the canoe hardly unbalancing it at all. " Thank you Uncle! The blue waters of Mother Ocean are calm and supportive, from wich all life has come! The froth on her surface gave birth to the Steals the Light people: Father Sun, Dawn Child, Winter Boy, the Ice Ghosts, The Thunderbeings, Great White Giant and all the others! Even Sister Earth and Brother Sky were born from the vast blue womb! And now she brings us the bounty of our feast to end the Moon-of-new-horns. She bares us Home too, my wife-to-be and I. And we are thankfull! "
Thier canoe slipped into a sandy spot between to great flat rocks and many hands helped them out. All around were praises of fealty and welcoming gestures. All bore smiles and friendly words. Many came close and hugged Storm and Jetamio in turn but thier movements were hardly hindered. Slowly they walked up the shoreline engulfed in the throng of well wishers. Two small girls skipped up and began to adorn the couple in brightly coloured flowers, feathers, and shells. Neclaces and head adornments were place lovingly on them and beaded bangles were weved amoung thier clothes. Stormfollower greated everyone by name and talked at a fevered Pace with his Uncle Oxbalm, from what could be decerned it was mostly about the state of the village and important events that needed to be caught up on.
At the point where the coast met the forest a small hut had been built with great craftmanship out of driftwood, and decorated much as the two of them were. They were led to its doors and Stormfollower bis Jetamio sit in one of the two chairs that sat on either side of it. "Here we shall stay untill the Ceremony this evening. We will join them at Dancing bay and return here afterwards. Then we can reamain here, not far from the village untill we undertake the journey to the binding stone. Only then will we be allowed to join the main village as is our tradition"
Stormfollower smiled lovingly at Jetamio and stared long into her eyes. Much food and drink was offered to them and they were fauned apon like royalty. Every need was attended to and all the while curiouse onlookers politely aproached alon or in pairs to talk with Jetamio and ask her , sometimes odd questions, requests to touch her hair and inquireies about her eating habits or birthing processes. All the time the inocence of these people and thier isolation from all else shone through with a quaintness that was never aukward.
During the few brief times they were left alone Storm took to complimenting Jetamio overly. Stating with subtle nuances on how beautifull she looked, how like a queen she held herself, how great her guile, how wide her horrizons... every peacefull moment he interjected some form of heartfelt feeling or another.
Ocationally Oxbalm would return with a question or two for Stormfollower, Mostly mudane things about the celebration that evening or the opperation of daily life in the village. But as late in the day he came with a particularilly peculiar question. What should we do with Silverbird tonight ?" He seamed particularrily disturbed about this decision and glanced briefly at Jetamio.
Stormfollower Scratched hi beard for a moment in a rare moment of indessision. Then spoke with an unfamiliar hint of uncertainty. "Bring him to the beach "after" the feast. Aloow him free reign over the presidings" Oxbalm nodded then turned to leave when Stormfollower added " But I will lead the dance." Oxbalm nodded again and headed back towards the village.
Trning again to Jetamio Stormfollower sighed "I should have told you about Silverbird..." His eyes turn to the sand at his feet " He came to us 17 years ago from the Condor Tribe, the last of his tribe..He is a great Shaman and huge asset to us. But I am afraid he is quite deeply disturbed, and needs to be restrained often, The malady of his mind resists all atempts to heal and is a mystery to any healer who has tried." He breathes deeply in" I hope all will be ok tonight though. I do not want your first impression of your new family to be tainted by any of his antics. I think as long as I let him be "in charge" of the ceremony this should calm him..but my presence is always a great strain on his old and addled mind. You see, the people need him, while I am gone...but when I am here they often forget that fact." He looks up with appologetic eyes at Jetamio.
Jetamio was quite unaccustomed to the fauning over, but she eventually relaxed when she saw Storm seemed to enjoy it. Sitting on one of the two chairs in the hut, Jetamio felt almost like a queen as people came in asking her what seemed like a thousand questions. A couple of children even went away with a lock of her pine coloured hair. She listened quietly as Stormfollower told her of the mad Silverbird. Possible causes and cures ran through her mind, but she offered none yet being as he said their healers had tried and she did not wish to insult them. She smiled at Storm instead. "There is no need to be sorry. Let him be, mayhaps he will behave."
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Later in the day, as they prepared themselves to attend the feast Stormfollower let out a huge sigh. He turned to Jetamio and in a half-laugh he spoke. " Now you can see why it is I spend so much time away from here... and this is not even half of it. Shortly, the peoples of the five tribes will start to arrive and before sunset I fear the Isle of Red Urchins may sink beneath the waves from thier weight. Having heard of our attendance there is sure to be a large gathering. You see Jetamio, The people of my tribe and those of the united five see me as thier healer and spiritual leader. I don`t know if you have noticed but there is a great deal of hero worship going on and I have a hard time with it. In a silent grove alone with my thoughts is where I am most happy, and though I love my people and need to be helpfull to them it is amoungst thier teaming throngs I fell most alone." He reached out and gently took her hand with a soft and uncharacteristically shy smile " Until now, that is." His eyes met hers and his soul reached out from behind them, embracing her fully" Come. Let us join the feast."
She understood exactly what he meant about being alone even in the mass crowds of people. How easy it was to loose oneself in it, to forget who you are. Centuries ago she had been in a similar position, a leader of a huge guild of people and she had slowly forgotten who she was. Since then she had kept very much to herself, trying to lie low and watch from the sidelines until it seemed she was needed. She surrounded herself only with a few close friends, only those knew of the warmth and unconditional love underneath the wildness. And if Stormfollower had not been with her here, she'd have bolted long ago, away from the mass of people.
Even now as he took her hand to lead her to the feast, she glued herself to his side, afraid to loose him in the crowd. She wished she could relax more, to not be so tense. She began whispering a mantra under her breath, she didn't even know where the words came from but it seemed to help. She walked at Storm's side, never letting go.
Even now as he took her hand to lead her to the feast, she glued herself to his side, afraid to loose him in the crowd. She wished she could relax more, to not be so tense. She began whispering a mantra under her breath, she didn't even know where the words came from but it seemed to help. She walked at Storm's side, never letting go.
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As the sun set slowly beneath the waves of Mother ocean, they made there way to the feasting grounds, where all means of suculent meats and aromatic vegatables were layed out in an array of patterns and displays. Side by side they sat in informal clusters, the whole crowd eating, talking mingling in easy merriment. The gathering had grown and now the numbers seamed to be nearly 400 peoples of mostly Northron herritage, although many elven and half elven faces stuck out in the crowd. There was even another drakkin Jetamio saw briefly. There was no "place of honour" here for Jet and Storm and it soon became obviouse that this feast was all about the welcoming of summer and the bounty that would come with it. They moved about the crowd and met many interesting people. They sampled all the foods and returned to new clusters of eaters to share with them thier opinions of this dish or that ale. All was good. It was great fun. Songs began to spring up and were joined instantly by those whose mouhs were not too full. Stormfollowers voice boomed above all othersand many times led the corus. Sometimes a voice would spring up and a new song would be sang. at wich point all conversations stopped and the throng of partiers would all sit in rapt silence to hear the new gift. It was somewhere into this new event, as what little remained of the food was being cleared, that Storm stood up and begane his own song. He sang with a voice that rose and fell with the gently waves that stroked the nearby shore, and he sang of hope.
How many times
Do we tire of all the little batles
Threaten to call it quits
Tempted to cut and run
How many times
Do we weather out the stormy evenings ((thunder rolls far to the north))
Long to slam the front door
Drive away the setting sun (( *points to the west* ))
Keep going until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
How many times
Do we chafe against the repetition
Straining against a fate
Measured out in coffee breaks
How mant times
Do we swallow our ambitions
Long to give up the same old way
Find another road to take
Keep holding on so long
Cause there`s a chance
That we might not be so wrong
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
How many times
Do we wonder if it`s even worth it
There`s got to be some other way
To get me through the days
But we hold on
((The crowd goes wild!))
Stormfollower bows low to everyone. a broad smile on his face and then turns to Jetamio ""I must go now and prepare myself to lead the dance, please enjoy the company and ...oh and share your beautifull song with everyone if you wish, this is no time to be shy! " Smiling he polishes of the last of the pale ale he had been drinking (moderately) and heads off with a happy gait as a new singer began a familiar song. Everyone joined in.
How many times
Do we tire of all the little batles
Threaten to call it quits
Tempted to cut and run
How many times
Do we weather out the stormy evenings ((thunder rolls far to the north))
Long to slam the front door
Drive away the setting sun (( *points to the west* ))
Keep going until dawn
How many times must another line be drawn
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
How many times
Do we chafe against the repetition
Straining against a fate
Measured out in coffee breaks
How mant times
Do we swallow our ambitions
Long to give up the same old way
Find another road to take
Keep holding on so long
Cause there`s a chance
That we might not be so wrong
We could be down and gone
But we hold on
How many times
Do we wonder if it`s even worth it
There`s got to be some other way
To get me through the days
But we hold on
((The crowd goes wild!))
Stormfollower bows low to everyone. a broad smile on his face and then turns to Jetamio ""I must go now and prepare myself to lead the dance, please enjoy the company and ...oh and share your beautifull song with everyone if you wish, this is no time to be shy! " Smiling he polishes of the last of the pale ale he had been drinking (moderately) and heads off with a happy gait as a new singer began a familiar song. Everyone joined in.
Jetamio listened enraptured by Storms rich voice, her food forgotten as she gave him her full attention. But then he stopped and she found herself longing for him to carry on.
"...oh and share your beautifull song with everyone if you wish, this is no time to be shy!"
Her eyes widened even as he turned away to prepare himself. "... but I can't sing." She stated bluntly, as though everyone knew of her inaptitude to hold a tune. She had been praised for many things over the years, but singing was definatly not one of them. Half the time she couldn't even remember the words. Her face reddened as expectant faces turned towards her.
((Ahem, I am no poet, gimme a couple days to think one up lol.))
"...oh and share your beautifull song with everyone if you wish, this is no time to be shy!"
Her eyes widened even as he turned away to prepare himself. "... but I can't sing." She stated bluntly, as though everyone knew of her inaptitude to hold a tune. She had been praised for many things over the years, but singing was definatly not one of them. Half the time she couldn't even remember the words. Her face reddened as expectant faces turned towards her.
((Ahem, I am no poet, gimme a couple days to think one up lol.))