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The Path of the TravelersLuthian stood by her parents graves. They had been gone a year now and she missed them terribly. Her brothers and sisters had moved on with their lives, as is the way of things. But she felt adrift and unsure of what she wanted for her future. Perhaps it was because she was the youngest, and barely 16. She had suitors and skills, twould be easy to accept a long betrothal and settle down preparing for the life of mother and wife as her sisters had. But something about this held little appeal for her. She sunk slowly to her knees in the moist earth, words pouring from her. "I'm feeling the loss of you both more then I can bare. Father, I remember you in the evenings teasing me out of my sullens, and mother's quiet way of letting me know that all things come in time. But yet I am loosing these memories and something that scares me is lurking around the turn in the road. Who will guide me now that you are gone?" A deep voice sounded behind her, not close enough to frighten, be near enough to startle. The voice was deep, as deep as the end of night before dusk, and rolled over her like warm honey. "I will guide you my child." Luthian turn to see the imposing figure of Athlendyr, the great King standing but yards away. Well over seven and a half feet tall, his thick torso was crowned with a golden mane around a noble broad face. His torso was covered with the lightest of chain and a silver and gold tabard. His golden bow was borne across his back, and the light long sword hung low across his hips. His lower body -- the back and limbs of a huge lion, soft and golden. The thick pads of his feet making deep indentions in the soft earth. Luthian hurried to her feet, unsure of how to approach the god who stood before her. She watched as a long smile creased his face and he opened his arms wide. She ran forward leaping in to his arms. He caught and cradled her, his laughter booming out. "come child, no more tears, let us run and laugh". Tossing her on do his back he leaped far into the air and took off at a run, the trees passing them quickly at his great speed. She clutched his shoulders at first in fear, but soon quieted at the gentle gait of his stride. The continued on for some time before coming to a stop at one of the northern ponds of her small shire. She slide off his back then and quickly went to wash the tears from her face. Athlendyr settled down on the lawn and watched her. "Come" he said, in his deep purr. "Come tell me what troubles you". Luthian turned, staring into his amber eyes and began to speak words she had never shared with another. "I see things sometimes, not like a dream. They echo in my ears and flash behind my eyes at the oddest time. I know the sex of my sisters children before they are born. I know that the men who court me are not my husband. I have this need to follow some path that I can not see. To make some journey who's destination I do not know. It frightens me, and I know not how to make it go away. I think of the grandmother I never knew. Some times I see her, older and sad somehow." Luthian's hand slipped up to the small pendent about her neck, and running out of words simply quieted. Athlendyr spoke then, "all have a path thru this life, but for some the path is harder or more hidden. Some forge thru the trees to embrace their path, some prefer to let others lead. But at all times there is a path, and in time you will find it. But for now you are not ready, so I will share my path with you. My footsteps will be your guide, and perhaps upon it you will find what or whom you seek." Luthian looked up ... "Whom? You mean I might find my grandmother, is she not dead? why did she leave?" Athlendyr shook his head and said firmly, "That is her story to tell child, and her path to be found." Luthian nodded chastened. "when should I leave?" "Take the evening, let your family know, pack your things and be ready at dawn, the Sora'Nau will come." Luthian's eyes widened, the travelers ... she had only once met those of the travelers, a boy, many years ago when she was still in a child's frock. She was far into her thinking and reminiscing before she realized that HE was gone. she stood and began the long walk back to her home. Her oldest sister was saddened and worried, but helped her pack. She fretted over what clothes Luthian would need, and worried about food. Luthian smiled thru her sisters fussing, and then quietly repacked her bags, leaving all but what she needed most behind. Her sister was up with the dawn, as she always was. Breakfast was cooking and Luthian's heart both lurched and sank. The excitement warring with nerves. A small book was on the table. Luthian knew what the red leather cover meant, but this one looked new. Reaching down she picked it up and flipped thru it. Yes it was a book of kin, not complete and hastily written, but her sister must have been up all night working on it. The Book of Kin was given to every child when they married or journeyed. It traced their blood line back as far as the family had recorded. And it listed all the known locations of their closest kin. And to a Dyrling, closest kin could encompass hundreds of families. The book of kin was a persons most guarded possession, for by it they could always claim a place of welcome. Luthian's eyes began to tear. The book of kin often took months to create, as it was a significant effort. Elohain had given her something very precious. Noting her sisters coming tears, Elohain bustled about the kitchen saying matter of factly, "You couldn't be going all alone now could you. I know The Father said you'd be going with those travelers, but I don't trust them to look after you. You keep your book close now." Luthian ducked her head and smiled, Elohain didn't trust much of anything. She began to eat the plate of eggs and thick bread before her. Her eyes widened as she watched her sister take nine loafs of bread out of the oven. Luthian blurted out, "You having company this evening?" Elohain shook her head, "tis for the Sora'Nau". Luthian laughed again, her sisters disapproval of the travelers didn't go far enough to interfere with her generous nature. "I'm sure they will appreciate it sister". Elohain snorted a bit, "As well they should, wandering around like that, its a wonder they can feed themselves." Soon they heard the sound of singing and the clop and rattle of horse and cart. The song was both haunting and joyous. The front door opened and Stephen, her brother in law, stuck his head in. "They've come, Luthian, go get your things." Luthian quickly grabbed a last bit of bread and her book of kin then hurried upstairs to gather her cloak and haversack. When she came down again, the front door was open and no less then a dozen men, women and children stood in the court yard, framed by three brightly painted closed wagons. They were darkly tanned, their thick brown-red hair in soft contrast to their bright clothes. To Luthian's eye they were like a circus, one girl sitting atop the middle wagon still sang while the others watched on, some smiling, some cautious. Her sister and husband, looked a bit stiff, but we're helping a young man to load food into the back of the last wagon. He turned when she stepped thru the door way, and winked at her. "ello little puppet, I see ye've grown up". Luthian blinked and then recognition flooded thru her. "Dorian?". "Ai" he responded, "Dinna I tell ye we'd meet again?" Her sister watched the exchange, looking between the two. "Ye know this man Luthian". Luthian shook her head, "Nay I do not know the man, but once long ago, in my seventh summer, I knew the boy he was." Elohain murmured something to herself that sounded like "Mum gave ye too much free rein with all your wandering by yourself." The packing happened quickly, the travelers looked about the court yard, their curiosity making Luthian smile. Elohain watched on nervously, the Sora'Nua were great "borrowers" of things. Luthian give her family home as last look and made her good byes. Dorian has settled himself back at the front of the wagon, and called to her. "Time to go puppet". He held out a hand and smiling Luthian climbed up next to him. She waved once as the wagons continued down the lane. They continued for a few hours. Luthian chatted with Dorian about that one summer when they had become friends. His camp had settled down outside the village for a long while, uncommon with the Sora'Nau. But his father had been ill and could not be moved. They had moved on finally, Dorian's father recovered and once again lead his people on "the journey with no end". Finally Luthian asked casually, "So where are we going". Dorian responded with a slight smile and pointed a head of him, "We are going that way". Luthian laughed at what she took to be teasing, "Yes but where are we headed?". Dorian again smiled, "We are headed forward". Luthian laughed, the sun was warm and the man who was once her friend was now a charming rouge, and she enjoyed the banter. She continued asking her questions, and he responded with his playful answers. But soon she began to feel panicky, were they not going some where? A small girl had climbed up behind them, her think burgundy black hair was a pile of ringlets tied up with all manners of old barrettes and ribbons. She looked at Luthien curiously, as Luthien finally spoke out, her voice anxious and impatient. "But what is our destination?!" The young girl shook her head saying "You uzina, you must always go somewhere, do something. Why not laugh at my cousin's smiles and watch the trees.?" Luthian stared at the girl for a moment, digesting the words. The concept was alien to her, and she understood what made the Sora'Nua so different the Dyrling commoner. Dyrling's enjoyed life, food and socializing was an important part of their lives, but they were always busy in some way. Most especially the common folk of Telrae'dor always had some direction or purpose. This adventure was beginning to make Luthian nervous, and she realized that Athlendyr had given her a path, but the rest was up to her. Dorian saw the bit of panic sliding behind Luthian's eyes and with a laugh tossed her a wine skin. "Take a drink little puppet, and let the road become your bread". Luthian stared at the wine skin, twas not even noon yet, but with a shrug she drank. They stopped for the night, after turning into the dark forest. The campsite was obviously well used. Other larger wagons sat parked about the clearing. They did not look they were moved often, flowers grew around the wheels and by one sat an older women. She waved to them as they approached. Dorian called the horses to a halt and jumping down quickly unhitching the beasts. The others moved about, some stretching, others collecting pots and pans, another tossing out bed rolls. No one directed their movements, but each seemed to know what needed to be done. There was no hurry or rush to their actions and Luthian wondered what she should do. Finally Dorian thrust a pail into her hands and pointed north, "The well is there, fetch water for the horses?" Luthian nodded quietly and headed off. The evening passed quietly, dinner was a disorganized fare. Some ate bread and cheese, bits of fresh meat roasted over the fire, and two of the women worked on a barley soup that Luthian suspected would not be ready till morning. Realizing no invitation would be given, she found herself something to eat and wandered over to the old woman. A worn pack of "telling cards" sat in the woman's hands. Luthian spoke the traditional phrase "You have a fortune for me this day?". The women handed over the cards and began to shuffle them. Returning the cards, Luthian watched as the woman flicked them onto the ground before her. Then with a cry the old woman ran a hand over the cards violently disrupting the pattern. She grabbed Luthian by the hair, her grip surprisingly strong, "Deceitful Uzina, you will not steal Gealynn's powers!" she shrieked madly pulling on Luthian's hair harshly. Luthian slapped at the woman's hand, confusion and anger warring insider her. Finally she heard Dorian's voice, "Let her go Gealynn, let her go!" The old women let go of Luthian's hair but aimed one kick right at Luthian's ribs. It landed with a solid thud and the air whooshed out of her. Dorian had approached and pulled Luthian out of harms way. "What is the meaning of this Gealynn, who do you strike the girl?" Gealynn pointed one gnarled finger at her. "She is Alear, she trying to steal my vision". Luthian stared at the woman, Alear ... she was no Alear, she had no skill with the cards, no special skills of any sort, she could not predict the future ... Luthian's mind whirled. But she could predict the future, what of the babes. Luthian began to shake her head, the words tumbling out. "I ... I didn't know ... there are no Alear in my family ... I didn't think." Gaelynn reached out and smacked her in the back of the head. "Of course you didn't think, you Uzina, you never think past your next meal!". Luthian was getting angry now. "Keep your claws to yourself you old barn cat." Luthian gave the woman a good hard stare Gaelynn stared back, then finally nodded once to herself. "Go get your book of kin girl, ye must have Alear in your line, tis no a random thing." Luthian was a bit surprised that the Sora'Nua knew of the books, as they seemed to have such a loose sense of kinship, but curiosity won out and she went to the wagon to retrieve her book. When she returned, the woman had in her hands what could only be a book of kin. It was old and worn but the quality and coloring was unmistakable. Luthian handed her own book to Gealynn, feeling a bit embarrassed. She would make sure she finished her book soon. Then nodding to the woman's book she asked "May I know you?". The old women grunted and handed over her own book. Luthian looked thru it fascinated. The woman's line traced back one hundred and twenty four generations, over fifteen pages detailing her father and mother, her father's eldest brother, his wife, and so forth. The listing was a shortened notation of the great books of lineage housed in the King's halls. But by this, one could easily determine kinship with another. Flipping past the first pages, she came to the list of kin. Unlike her book, they didn't not list just an addresses, but a time also. Luthian studied it curiously. Dorian bent down and explained. "We travel most of the year, but on the anniversary of our birth, we return to where we were born, so that others who need us will know where to find us and when." Luthian nodded in amazement at this, feeling perhaps how they are not so different from each other. The old woman began to cackle, "Silly Uzina, stupid Uzina, can not even read your own book of kin." Gealynn trust Luthian's open book of kin at her, pointing at one of the last entries in the long list. "There, and at the line end, grand daughter to Luthieal." Luthian just stared at the entry, then looked up to the women. "I never met her, she disappeared soon after my mother was born. None have heard from her since. Do you know her? Does she still live?" Luthian looked anxiously at the women. Gealynn looked out into the darkening forest, and for a long time said nothing. Finally she answered shortly "Yes she lives", but would then say no more. Dorian pulled her away, "You'll get no more out of her, best you take some rest now." Luthian looked around noticing that most of the camp had quieted down. They seem to have slept where they were. Some by the fire, others near the outer edge of the campsite, and even under the wagons. "Where should I sleep?" she asked. Dorian laughed saying "Where ever you want". Luthian gave him an intense look, wondering if he was again teasing. Finally she headed towards the wagon she has traveled in and settled upon on of the narrow beds inside. Dorian followed and barked out a laugh, "But that's my bed!" Luthian slipped under the covers and eyed him mischievously, "Not any more". The tall dark hair man looked at her, his eyes Smokey as he gazed at the green eyed apricot tressed women-girl in his bed. There was no look of invitation in her eyes. He grunted to himself and grabbed a bed roll. Finding a spot under the stars, he fell asleep the sight of her warming his dreams. She woke late, the sun was already past dawn. She reached into her haversack for a clean dress. But it was not there. She left the wagon, her night gown warm enough for the cool air. She looked about for Dorian, wondering if he might have taken her dress for some trick. As her eyes swept the campsite, she saw one of the other women, kneeling by the soup kettle, wearing her dress. Now Luthian had three sisters, so sharing clothes was nothing new to her. But still it was a surprise, she did not even know the women. Luthian approached and the woman looked up smiling. "Would you like some soup?" Luthian nodded and the woman handed her a bowl saying, "I am Gilthea, grand daughter to Gealynn." Luthian nodded, still staring at the woman in her dress. Gilthea chuckles, impressed by the girl, who held her tongue and said nothing about Gilthea's procurement of the item. Gilthea then walked off, saying nothing. Luthian continued to eat her soup. Gilthea returned and laid some clothes before her. The skirt was red with a gold under skirt. The top was white and a small vest of gold and deep purple was on top. The items were far from new, but still beautiful, Luthian fingered the vest. "Tis silk" she exclaimed. Gilthea nodded and continued to stir the soup. Later she stepped out of the wagon, feeling both confident and nervous in the clothes. Dorian saw her and gave her a broad appreciative wink. Luthian grinned back, then moved to help him hitch up the horses. They traveled like this for days. Luthian's shire lay in the south western corner of the kingdom, and the forests here were generally quiet. The people lived in large clearings surrounded by the trees, with wide roads from one village to the next. The forest in this part of the Kingdom was known simply as the white Woods, the name coming from the great number of birch and dogwood trees. The White Woods were difficult to navigate, the trees were close together and there was a lot of undergrowth. The area was very fertile however, and streams cut thru the land in may places. Small ponds surrounded by ferns were also common, and occasionally home to both benevolent and malicious spirits. They were leaving the White Woods and heading into the Queen's Grove. Grove however was a misnomer -- "The Grove" was the largest section of forest land in the kingdom and ran from the White Woods in the south to the Dark Forest in the north. The Grove unlike the White Woods was mostly free of under growth, but it was thick and vast. The grove was home to many creatures, mostly hostile. Most Dyrlings avoided the Grove, there being little reason to venture in, and the threat of getting lost being distinctly unappealing. Yet the western road ran thru the forest, from capital to the northwestern mines. Transportation of the iron and rare platinum thru this land was not for the faint of heart. Luthian had only once been to the edge of The Queen's Grove and had found it both beautiful and scary. The trees were tall and thickly leaved. The small caravan ventured farther into the woods then any other would. Soon the sound of "Whooaii" sounded thru the echoing still air, and figures dropped from the great limbs of the trees about them. The men and women who dropped from the high branches of the great trees were the filthiest Dyrlings Luthian had ever seen. Dyrlings were a bit fanatical about cleanliness, and most bathed everyday. But this bunch was not only dirty, they were unkempt. Their clothes were poorly patched, long hair was in tangles, and there was no semblance of style whatsoever. Luthian couldn't help but stare. She stared at one girl long enough, the girl returned her look accompanied by a rude gesture. Luthian quickly averted her eyes. "Ho Dorian" Called an older man, tall and well formed. "We've not seen you come thru these parts in many a month. I hope ye don't come empty handed." Dor1an laughed. "Gorath, Your the worse kind of greedy scoundrel you old dog, but nay we don't come empty handed. Tell your pups to stand down and will give ye an extra keg of ale for your good will." Gorath motioned to the others who lowered their bows. One of the others called out "Who's the prissy miss you've got riding with you Dorian, you don't usually keep the mare after she's been ridden." Others laughed at this, before Gorath added in "Aye Dorian, ye know we don't let them into our lands. She'll have to stay here." Luthian wasn't sure at first they were talking of her. The last few days had wrought quite a change in her, she was now tanning deeply, and she still wore the bright clothes like the other Sora'Nua. But they motley crew was all looking at her, and she began to feel nervous - very nervous. Dorian however seemed confident as he shook his head slowly, in that unflappable way of his. "She comes with us, she's been put into my keeping, but the great king himself." Luthian wondered if these people even cared about the wishes of their great king, as she saw the looks pass between them. Gorath called out again, "Why would the all father give her to you? she's Uzina". Luthian relaxed a bit, at least they acknowledged Athlendyr. Dorian called back, "She's Alear, searching for her grandmother." Gorath nodded and said finally, "Alright, she can come, but tell her to keep her holier then thou comments to herself, she's not in her safe little village anymore." Dorian nodded and squeezed Luthian's hand reassuringly. Luthian started to breath again, as the wagons rolled onwards. The band broke up, some slipping back into the woods, others jogging along side the wagons. Gorath had pulled himself up on the back of the wagon and rode like some fancy coach man. Soon they reach the camp, and Luthian fought not to stare. The camps of the Sora'Nua had been charming, lovely even. But this was nothing like she had seen before. The buildings were nothing but huts, and in bad disrepair. There were no children any where, and the women looked hard and dangerous, the men unapproachable. There were no smiles at their arrival, no friendly waves. Just suspicious looks, and most of them aimed right at her. Dorian leaned over and whispered, "They'll relax once they see we've brought food and ale". Luthian nodded, most of them looked like they could use a good meal - or four. But she wasn't so sure ale was a good idea. The wagons rolled to a stop, and Dorian came to his feet. "Ho good people, we rejoice at being amongst you again. We have tales to tell and songs to sing." Dorian pulled Luthian to her feet. "And I bring you an Alear, sent by the very all father himself. We bring food and ale, gifts from the girl's family." Dorian leaned over and whispered, "Smile and wave". Luthian began to understand what all the posturing was about and smiled brightly, waving to everyone. Then slipping off the wagon seat she walked to the back of the third wagon and opened the doors. Dorian followed. She picked up the basket of bread and walked to the first of the women. "My sister made it, please take the gift so that she is receive in return." The woman nodded and reached for one of the loaves. It was a few days old, but still soft and fragrant. The woman smiled and then stepped back, sharing the bread with the men around her. Luthian continued around, offering bread only to the woman, as was the way of the Dyrlings. While the Dyrlings trace their ancestry thru the male line, they were not in truth a patriarchal society. Men and women were for the most part equal, but there were certain traditions continued. There were two types of food in the Dyrling culture, Pah and NaiPah. Pah food was meat and other animal by products. Men we're always offered Pah food first, and they in turn shared with the women. NaiPah was fruits, grains and vegetables. NaiPah was always offered to the women, who in turn shared with the men. There had been many debates over this and the reason for the division. Some claimed that it was the female lion who hunted and thus the woman who should be in control of the Pah foods. However, this never gained much support since that would put the ale firmly in the hands of the men. Either way it worked well for the Dyrlings, who often had huge parties for dinner. In this way, both the host and the hostess served dinner, and the table as a whole serving each other. In some families it was formal, and in others barely noticeable. But Luthian had made a good choice by choosing to serve bread first. It
firmly put her and the other women in the role of provider, as the hungry men
gratefully took the bread. One called out "if the bread is this good, I can't
wait to try the ale". Athlendyr was a kind and loving god that took a personal interest in his people. But not everyone found their path, and sometimes not even Athlendyr could steer them on to it. And for some their path followed the less traveled road. Crimes and criminals were rare in Telrae'dor, and most took their punishments with good grace and the support of their families. Violent crime were almost unheard of, not only was it against their very nature, punishment was always death. But other crimes did happen, no society was so perfect that crimes of passion, greed and neglect did not happen. When by shame, pride or perverse nature a Dyrling could not shoulder the consequences of their actions, they by choice or by force found themselves outcast. And it was here in the innocuously named Queen's Grove that they made their home. Here that they found another family, and their loyalty to their adopted family was strong. For though they had lost sight of their path, they were still children of the Lion Heart. Luthian had little knowledge of this, but she was by no means a stupid girl. Generally quiet and observant, she began to see the kinship between the people, and relaxed as she watched them share the food equally between them. She sat on one of the logs by the fire as dusk slowly settled outside. Dark coming early under the thick covering of leaves. A woman, heavy with child came and sat beside her. Luthian could see she had been crying, not uncommon in women so close to their term and she smiled warmly at the woman. The woman smiled back, her cheeks flush with both good health and the glow of her pregnancy. Luthian knew at once that this woman had been given first choice of any food, for children were dear to all the Dyrlings. She spoke then "Do you have a fortune for my babe this day?" Luthian looked startled, she had not thought that she would be expected to fulfill the expectations of an Alear, but masked her thoughts swiftly, thinking fast. "What is your name and kinship?" asked Luthian. "Kismie, daughter of Karill, son of Kordak ... " the woman continued to recite her history a few generations back. Twas a merchant family from the north, and well respected. Luthian did not asked why she was here, but simply placed her hands upon the woman's belly and waited. Flashes came of a difficult birth, and a small boy standing with a women who looked like Kismie, and then later older haggling with a women in a shop. Luthian began to speak. "you will have a boy, tall and gold haired. Your birth will be hard, but your sister will come, she will take the child and raise him as her own." The woman nodded hearing the unsaid things, but she smiled then, faith that her child would be safe. Slipping a small ring from her finger she handed it to Luthian in payment for the words. Luthian did not want it, but took it anyway, a thought coming to her. Returning to the wagon, she found paper and pen, she wrote to her sister, telling her of her travels, and included the ring with a note about the woman and her sister. Luthian knew her sister would find the woman's family and send them to collect the babe. Finishing her task, she tucked the letter away until they next reached civilization. Food and drink was distributed, and the Gorath's band relaxed with the flow of ale and the elaborate stories told by the Sora'nau. They danced, sang and recited legends until far into the night. The arrival of the Sora'Nua seemed to lift their spirits and lighten their hearts. The travelers were in their glory, for they were "crafters of laughter and merchants of smiles". Luthian watched quietly from the side lines. When the moon was high in sky and lit the small clearing with its silver white light, Dorian joined her. His face was flush from the song he had just finish and carried with him two wooden mugs, both full of her brother's ale. Handing her one, they drank deeply and fully, giving praise to the all father for his generosity and the continuance of his bounty. Looking around, Luthian caught sight of a man sitting across the fire from them. He was obviously not one of Gorath's band. He wore leather armor, worn but well cared for. His hair pulled back in a loose knot, his face deeply tanned. One of the great hunting cats lay quietly at his feet. Leaning over, Luthian asked, "Who is that man?". She glanced in his direction to find him watching her. Dorian whispered back, "He's one of the Pard, Athlendyr's rangers." "How does he join then, I would not think one of the Den would be accepted here." asked Luthian. Dorian laughed, his smile warming her. "How does one stop the shadows from coming? He is Pard and goes where he will. And why not welcome him, he cares not for the laws wrought by men. He does not judge, and doesn't not accept judgment. His oath is to guide and protect. These forests are more his home then ours. For without the Pard, none could travel them." "Are they really that dangerous then", she asked. Dorian nodded gravely, "They can be, there is many creatures, both solitary and other wise that make the woods their home. Tis only by the vigilance of the Pard that any safety can be found. Even we do not venture far from the forest paths without one of the Pard to guide." "I have never met one of them, do they shun civilization then?" queried Luthian, her curiosity piqued. "Nay", responded Dorian, "they do not shun civilization, twould be more accurate to say they shun society. They can be found in the villages and cites, but they do not mingle much. They see to their needs and return to the forests. If any, they speak most with the Paladins and Druids. The Pard are the eyes of the Den and busy on missions as they are needed." Luthian nodded and then rose from the log, "Pardon me". Stepping to the tables, she filled a mug of ale, and a trencher of bread and dried fruit. She ladled in some of the barley soup and headed over to the man and his great cat. She stopped a few yards away. The hunting cats were known for being protective of their companions, and one did not approach them with out respect. The man dropped a hand onto the noble head and murmured some words before beckoning her closer. She offered up the mug and trencher. "I thought perhaps you might be hungry". Her words were simple, but the ranger nodded appreciate. He motioned to the log next to him and took the food. The great cat nudged her leg with his head. "That's Karn and I'm Tuviel, he says you can pet him." Luthian wondered if the ranger could actually understand the great cat, but didn't really want to know. She pet him, respectful of his great size, but not fearful. Cats, even great cats were prevalent in Telrae'dor. They were not perhaps as sacred to the Dyrlings as snakes were to the Jillhani, but every house had at least one or two. And the hunting cats were kept by those who lived on the border of the kingdom or close to the forests edges. Luthian smiled as the cat finally let out a great rumble and lay down limply, his head on her foot. Tuviel said with a small smile, "Your done for now, he'll expect you to keep that up all night."
Tuviel considered her, "So what can I do for you miss?" Not looking up, Luthian responded, "I just wanted to thank you". The ranger's face didn't register any response, and his words were soft, "Your welcome". |
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