Firiona Vie Everquest

Jetamio looked up from the leather she was dying, suddenly aware of something amiss. She paused in her work, even though it was at a crucial stage and should really not be stopped.

"No..." she suddenly said and stood up, quickly gesturing for a younger Wolf to continue in her place before she dashed outside. Nimbly dodging the various people roaming around, the Druid ran to the south side of the village and stared over the apparently empty meadow. A couple of villagers, curious at her mad dash, had followed and now also looked around for whatever had disturbed their Leader's strange wife.

Then she saw her appear on the other side of the meadow, a silver haired Tier'Dal upon a blue Kirin mount. She stuck to the treeline and the relative shade they offered, keeping out of the direct sunlight rather than go across the middle of the field. Jetamio immediatly sensed the implications if the villagers found out what the approaching rider was, and shouted out in Tier'Dal.

"Tajer no, they will kill you! Stay back!"

The rider stopped, her mount pawing the ground impatiently but Tajer nooded solemnly. Jetamio felt relief, but was still concerned as to why her only grandchild had ventured so close to here. She and Tajer had a strange relationship, herself being Tajer's only real kin left. She knew the Sanguine considered Mogadeche her father these days but Jetamio kept her opinions of that to herself. It was her son's blood who ran through her veins, not that Bloodlords.

Jetamio turned to those who had followed her, some now eyeing the Dark elf in the meadow with wariness. "Bring Stormfollower here." she said, her voice in a rare tone of command. She had never demanded anything of the people, simply getting on with the daily work like the rest of them, and the fact that she commanded now made them aware that this was very important. They looked between each other, then a young man darted off to find the Shaman.

Jetamio turned to face the meadow again, making sure nothing happened between Tajer and the wary people.

Stormfollower was busy in the smoke house when the young man came rushing in.
"Stormfollower there is trouble apon the practice fields, a Tier`Dal mounted on some horrid beast."
The large man rushed through the deerskin flap of the smokehouse and ran full speed to Jetamio`s side.

When he caught sight of Tajer his mind flashed to ancient ansestral memories of the battle of the Moon of Night. "Was this how it had all began back then?" he thought. "Is this why the ways of my people are now so gaurded about the interloping of beings like her?" His mind raced. She was tied to him now through Jetamio, yet he could not help but feel threated by her presence. Why should a time so long ago and the actions of those who now were but spirits colour the way he thought and felt?

Centering himself he sorted Time, bringing him back in sync with those who followed it in a linear count.

"Hail Tajer, welcome home" He spoke the words sincerely and yet he was shocked by the verbalization of his own dichotomy.

Tajer watched the small crowd nervously, then urged the her mount forward. The Kirin obeyed, the part dragon-part horse creature moving gracefully. She guided the creature away from the trees and out into the sunlight. The midday sun beat down on her, yet she didn't even wince. She watched Jetamio's reaction and saw her smile slightly. This only confirmed her suspisions that Jetamio knew exactly what was happening to her.

Jetamio touched Stormfollowers arm to reassure him that no harm would come to anyone. She then beckoned to Tajer who was now dismounting, to follow her.

Obediently the Priestess followed the Druid to her hut.