Tales of Two Wolfkin
Feb 4, 2014 12:31:37 GMT -5
Post by Aurell on Feb 4, 2014 12:31:37 GMT -5
It was sad moment, as Elenera said her goodbyes to her dear friend Accepted Beline, only moment before she had said goodbyes to her mother Ryer Sedai, however she was determined to learn all she can before she could return back home to Tar Valon.
The golden haired beauty glanced one last time from the bridge leading towards Alindaer, Following the taller man, she set her step after him, and to this adventure or possibly test of her life.
Days the pair travelled towards Caemlyn, stopping at nights for wilderness passing every town between there goal, which appears to be Two Rivers, first night she felt there presence, wolves all over and around, curious, but never approaching the camping pair. Almost first time in her life, she started to eat meat, there was not much choice, as to hunt down rabbits or similar for food, so she did eat without complaining, but one person was never far from her mind, the one she was so reluctant to leave behind.
They passed Caemlyn and four Kings, Lysander telling her more and more of there kin, those that could communicate with wolves, though it appeared, that the balance between wolf and man was very narrow, yet the step was big, and she'd have to keep that balance always for rest of her life, or become wolf herself, or something close to wolf.
Reaching along the Whitebridge, she had commented how it appears a little disappointing after growing up in Tar Valon, though she could understand someone who had only heard of White Tower and it’s glory to say that Whitebridge could match it in beauty. Walking over the bridge, Lysander commented how there used to be a man in black armor, challenging anyone crossing to a duel.
The pair did not linger, instead they carried on, and to the forests nearby, in the forest ruins near Baerlon, they stopped, and Lysander left to hunt them some rabbits, while she collected her thoughts it finaly happened, wolves, filled her mind with images, curiously they asked who she was and where she came from, to them she was nothing but a small pup, lost, yet they found strength from the girl.
Something that surprised them, she answered, and they named her Golden Dawn. The wolves image was more like “Young girl walking over the hill smiling, the one who brought happiness and joy into lives like a golden sunrise, in the first moments of the Dawn”. Even wolves smiled meeting her.
What they wanted though was now too much for the girl, they asked her to join them become wolf in the hunt, raw meat, rabbit filled her mind with it’s smell and image. And she almost followed them, but the image of someone kept her strong, the wolves regonized the woman if not by name by reputations, it was something they called “She who calls lightning and fire” Aes Sedai, although in this case still accepted. Beline, young accepted of the white tower, the one who made this golden beauty strong and resistant to the lure of the wolf and there hunt.
Even Lysander seemed bleased and impressed by the strength she did show, eventhough as he return he was with a wolf, Smoker. They ate in silence and settled for the night the wolf companying them.
The golden haired beauty glanced one last time from the bridge leading towards Alindaer, Following the taller man, she set her step after him, and to this adventure or possibly test of her life.
Days the pair travelled towards Caemlyn, stopping at nights for wilderness passing every town between there goal, which appears to be Two Rivers, first night she felt there presence, wolves all over and around, curious, but never approaching the camping pair. Almost first time in her life, she started to eat meat, there was not much choice, as to hunt down rabbits or similar for food, so she did eat without complaining, but one person was never far from her mind, the one she was so reluctant to leave behind.
They passed Caemlyn and four Kings, Lysander telling her more and more of there kin, those that could communicate with wolves, though it appeared, that the balance between wolf and man was very narrow, yet the step was big, and she'd have to keep that balance always for rest of her life, or become wolf herself, or something close to wolf.
Reaching along the Whitebridge, she had commented how it appears a little disappointing after growing up in Tar Valon, though she could understand someone who had only heard of White Tower and it’s glory to say that Whitebridge could match it in beauty. Walking over the bridge, Lysander commented how there used to be a man in black armor, challenging anyone crossing to a duel.
The pair did not linger, instead they carried on, and to the forests nearby, in the forest ruins near Baerlon, they stopped, and Lysander left to hunt them some rabbits, while she collected her thoughts it finaly happened, wolves, filled her mind with images, curiously they asked who she was and where she came from, to them she was nothing but a small pup, lost, yet they found strength from the girl.
Something that surprised them, she answered, and they named her Golden Dawn. The wolves image was more like “Young girl walking over the hill smiling, the one who brought happiness and joy into lives like a golden sunrise, in the first moments of the Dawn”. Even wolves smiled meeting her.
What they wanted though was now too much for the girl, they asked her to join them become wolf in the hunt, raw meat, rabbit filled her mind with it’s smell and image. And she almost followed them, but the image of someone kept her strong, the wolves regonized the woman if not by name by reputations, it was something they called “She who calls lightning and fire” Aes Sedai, although in this case still accepted. Beline, young accepted of the white tower, the one who made this golden beauty strong and resistant to the lure of the wolf and there hunt.
Even Lysander seemed bleased and impressed by the strength she did show, eventhough as he return he was with a wolf, Smoker. They ate in silence and settled for the night the wolf companying them.