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Thread: Home is Where a Restless Heart Roams

Was..this image brought on by heat sickness trying to anger her? Still unconvinced entirely that this was an elf and not some sort of illusion, the scent of fresh water however roused her and she lifted her head once more. The water smelled real enough and with a silent curse and gritting of her teeth, Trueshot was up half way and reaching out for that water skin while Dancer licked at her face to remove the grains of sand from around her mouth. You worry too much. She sent to the dark beast who merely huffed in annoyance at his rider as she snatched the skin and took a long drink. It was real, which meant that the elf who'd brought it to her was real as she pulled the skin away with reluctance and pried open the wolf's mouth so that he could get some water as well. Large eyes turned upwards to stare once more in her savior's face, this time a little less hostile and with less sand throwing in mind as she shakily stood to her feet while the wolf spluttered indignantly at having water poured down his gullet. He was doing far better than his elf friend at the moment, though admittedly not by much. Still, she'd been the one near death... I'm sorry I thought you were a heat sickness illusion.She apologized, feeling more than a bit foolish for showing such rudeness to distant kin on the first meeting. Her mother had always admonished her when she was a cub for being reckless and impulsive. An 'arrow too eager to fly before checking it's mark.' Her father had teased her before. I..What? What did she say now? I crossed the desert and left the holt in search of the Sun Village because my mother was one of you? Somehow, that just sounded utterly foolish even though she'd have blurted it normally. Why was she suddenly so self-concious around this strange elf? They were all children of the High Ones, right? Then again, taking the journey alone like she had was also a foolish venture. I um...don't suppose you'd be willing to show me where this well of yours is, would you?
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It's all right. Heat exposure does that sometimes. He listened to her ask about the well, and offered his hand. I am Vannor. And of course! You're welcome to come to the Village! You're a Wolfrider, yes? You and your kin are always welcome. In fact, we do have several of your kin still living with us, if you'd care to meet them. When most of them left, a few stayed behind, to help us. Come and meet them! He smiled at her and let her keep the waterskin. Can I ask your name? And, perhaps, the name of your wolf friend?
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There were Wolfriders here in the desert?! But with such questions and an introduction, it made conversation much easier now that she didn't feel like she was going to expire any time soon. I'm Trueshot.She replied, taking his hand and feeling a slight tingle course through her as if the last vestiges of doubt were destroyed by that simple contact. Yep, he was real alright as she followed him back to the village with Dancer right at her heels. After another careful drink from the skin and lowering it to drip so that her wolf could lap at the droplets of moisture, she cleared her throat to answer him. I'm only part Wolfrider. My mother was actually one of you.She recalled, seeing the image of her lovely mother's face in her mind and the stern yet friendly face of her father. And this is Dancer.As she pulled the skin up and drank once more. My first wolf friend.She smiled as her bronzed hand rested upon the sable fur atop her mount's head. But your folk ride those..zwoots, I think my mother called them?She asked, curiousity and interest coming alight in her eyes.
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It's good to meet you, Trueshot. And you, Dancer. Vannor tried to gauge how shaky she was the water was helping, but he was ready to help support her if she wavered. If by 'one of you' you mean a Sun Villager, then of course, you're doubly welcome. You're not a child of Cutter and Leetah's, are you? He, and the rest of the village, had heard from Savah's contact with Cutter's tribe that Leetah and Suntop were trapped in time with Rayek, but anything could happen, so perhaps they had gotten free?... and had been together long enough to have a third child and grow her to this apparent age. No, that was unlikely. There had been others that had traveled to visit the distant Holt over the centuries he ran through the names in his mind as he gazed at her, but he could not identify any features in common she must take after her father in appearance. Well, regardless, you're an elf, and therefore we are kin, no matter what tribe or people you are from. He gestured back in the direction of the village. But come, the heat of day is no time to be standing and talking about this. Let's get you two back to safety, where you can recover in peace. Making sure they were following, he started to lead the way back home. And yes, we do have a number of zwoots, but not enough for everyone to ride them. Hunting parties and such still go on foot. We mostly use our beasts for farming and carrying large loads. We have a new invention, a platform with wheels, that a zwoot can drag. Saves lots of time and effort during harvest season! He grinned at her. Talking everyday inconsequential things was soothing, and he hoped she would relax. At the same time, he found himself getting excited. A new face, with new news, new stories, new skills. There was very little new in the Village of the Sun, so fresh perspectives were something to get excited about.
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Cutter and Leetah's cub? Oh no, I'm afraid they were before my time.She explained with a bit of a chuckle, having heard the stories of the Kinseeker and his crazy adventures. Her tribe had actually been descendants of the splinter group led by Cutter's girl-cub, Ember who had eventually settled in some woods away from the threat of the five fingered ones for many eights of the season. My mother told me stories of when Cutter came through the Sun Village, how she'd even joined up with Dart and became one of his Jack-Wolf riders for a time before they disbanded. It was when Chieftess Ember and her group were searching for land of her own, Mother left to go with them.Trueshot explained as they walked to the village. My father was one of the cubs who came after Chieftess Ember finally Recognized with Tier, the Father of Wolves as we called him. Their cub became chief and the tribe's number grew so that the old ones could join those who had gone before them in the Palace. Her voice trailing off for a moment as she thought back to the loss of her lovemate, trying to push the pain of his loss as well as the dull ache that came of thinking of her parents. At any rate, you don't ride zwoots? How do you catch game on foot? Are you that fast?She asked before accidently knocking into Vannor when the excitement grew to be too much in her current state. What she needed was to lie down in some cool and dark place so she could rest and recover from her crazy journey. Mm..sorry. She apologized as her hands smoothed up his arm and she righted herself. Was the wolfblood in her veins stronger than the blood of her mother's people? Only time would truly tell.
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He listened to her recitation of her heritage, and marveled a bit. Had it been so long? Or were the Wolfriders really so fast to develop and mature? It was a wonder to him how she could speak of such happenings so casually splitting tribes, Recognition, elves going on to the Palace -- dying, he knew, but for a few who actually WERE in the palace.. He was respectful of her apparent loss, at least of her tribe, since she was here, but he sensed maybe there was more to it. But he was respectful, so he stayed quiet as she spoke. But then she asked a question, and as he was about to answer, she stumbled or weaved and bumped into him. His hand came up to support her as hers smoothed down his arm, leaving trails of paradoxical coolness in he heat. Don't worry, he said gently, you're likely to be dizzy for a bit. The sun does that. We don't hunt for much, just small game. Bows are perfectly good for that sort of thing we go out as a group to help each other learn to track, learn to hunt, and it's a good reason to get away from the Village. A zwoot would make too much noise, and frankly, it would be over too fast! He chuckled at that. If there was a large beast we needed to hunt, we might ride zwoots to chase it down, but there's not much like that here in the desert. Maybe a few predators. He thought of the large sand-cat that had come through a decade or two ago. That's another reason it's good to go out on foot, to see if we can see tracks or sign that something big has been prowling around. It's harder to see the evidence of that when you're up on a zwoot. He cocked his head at her, his arm still supporting her companionably by the elbow. If you're curious, I can arrange for a zwoot-ride when you're feeling better. Probably won't compare to riding a fast wolf, but it might be interesting.
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At the suggestion of her riding anything other than him, Dancer seemed to huff in annoyance as though he could understand everything this strange elf was suggesting to his rider. Even gave Trueshot a warming bump of the head which only succeeded in further knocking her into Vannor. You rockhead..She muttered, though if it was to herself or to the wolf, it was hard to say as she let the Sun Villager's taller form support her just as they reached the first of many huts, she recalled the strange ground-holts being called. Villagers, curious about the arrival of a strange elf, began to pour out of their homes to have a stare, some whispering to one another as each tried to make a guess as to who she might be and where she'd come from since it had been many, many, many turns of the season since they'd had a visitor in their desert oasis. To see so many faces that bore a likeness to her mother made her feel as if something inside of her that had been sleeping for so long had finally awakened. A connection of two halves of her being as her lips turned upwards to offer a bright albeit shy smile to the villagers. Fetch the Mother of Memory!Someone called as Trueshot gave a slightly pensive glance at Vannor. The Mother of Memory? She was hardly in any condition to be recieved by such a revered figure of this village. The very idea of her seeing Savah at the moment sounded about as foolish to her as offering twigs as an offering to Timmain herself. I'm..not in any condition to see the Mother of Memory! I probably look like something a wolf cub has retched up and feel about the same. Is there..somewhere we can go so I can rest a bit and clean up before your honored Mother of Memory sees me?
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Vannor's return sending was gentle if halting and reassuring, but still conveyed some amusement. Savah will come see you in the healer's hut, where it's cool and dark and there is plenty to drink. Don't worry she's seen much worse than you in her time. He guided her to the large hut with the few windows, and there was already a fresh bed waiting for her, with cool water and a smiling nurse to help her get comfortable. Here, now, Vannor soothed, space to lie down in, and even room for Dancer next to you. He hesitantly patted the big wolf as the nurse took over. This is Arehya she'll help take care of you until the healer gets here. You may have heard of Rainsong and Woodlock's child? Still healer of the village. So you'll even see another Wolfrider soon. He made sure she was comfortable, with Arehya's help. Let me just get a larger bowl of water for Dancer, okay? Already done, whispered a gentle but rich voice from the doorway, and the very tall and slender Savah bent to enter. Her robes swathed her in sky blue, and she carried a broad earthen bowl nearly full of water fresh from the well. But you can give it to the honored wolf, please. I should greet the wolf's rider. There was not a convenient chair, or throne, such as befitted the Mother of Memory, but Arehya gave up her stool, and the elder elf accepted it gracefully. Once seated, she turned her huge, irridescent, and supremely peaceful eyes upon Trueshot. You are most welcome, Wolfrider. Your kin of both your bloodlines are eager to see you... when you are rested. But I chose to greet you as soon as possible. She leaned forward fractionally and tilted her head in a conspiratorial manner. I do have a bit of influence in this village, you see, she confided, as if sharing a secret, and the ghost of a mischievous smile played around her lips, but was gone as fast as the twinkle in her otherworldly eyes. I do have to ask, however does your visit herald a crisis? Is there an emergency we should be aware of? I don't mean to alarm you, but if there is something urgent we must attend to, I would merely prefer to attend to it sooner, rather than later.
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Both wolf and elf sighed with relief once they were led inside the healer's hut and laid upon comfortable bedding that certainly beat the rocks and other things they'd been bedding on as of late. Not to mention the water that helped not only cool them, but rehydrate them. Her eyes had never really gotten used to the bright glare of the sun after having spent all of her life in the deep woods, as well as the nocturnal hours that the Wolfriders kept. It made her wonder how her mother had adjusted to such living, but then perhaps that could have been because of Recognition. Before she had a chance to thank Arehya for the water, the tallest elf she'd ever seen stepped inside the hut and a quiet awe fell over the new comer. She'd seen images of Savah from the images her mother had shown her via sending but they hadn't done the woman any justice! The honored and revered Mother of Memory smiled at her warmly as if she were a lost daughter who had come back to the safety of her bossom. Dancer wasted no time getting up to lap up the water eagerly while his rider struggled to sit up so as not to be rude while her dark violet eyes rounded like a cub seeing her first snow all over again. No..no there isn't anything to be alarmed about, Mother of Memory.Trueshot replied quickly to put the elder's heart and mind at ease. My reasons for coming were purely personal, I assure you. My mother spoke often of her home land and I was curious to see it for myself. With my chief's blessing, I made the journey.Even though blessing was only one way of putting it. Chief Wintercalm had expressed his unease about her going through the desert, having heard the stories from his chieftess mother from her father, the famous 'Kinseeker' himself, Cutter. His grandsire had been lucky not to lose anyone though why take the chance? If she insisted on going to meet her kin, she could do so with two others of her chosing. But Trueshot wanted to see for herself which of her parent's blood was stronger in her veins. Was it the Sun and Desert that would emerge triumphant or would it be the Wolf and the Woods? She couldn't know if she had others to rely on so, she'd left early when everyone had gone 'tree' for the day. I'm grateful for your generosity, Mother of Memory, and apologize for arriving so abruptly like this.
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You have nothing to apologize for, Savah said with a gentle smile. The abruptness of your arrival is no concern, next to how we first met the Wolfriders! You are welcome here. I just wish we'd have known to look for you, you might not have suffered such hardship, you and your bond-wolf. She smiled at Dancer. Oh, he looks like a big one. When he meets the wolves in the caves, he ought to establish himself quickly. She stood, now, and inadvertendly bent over the bed attempting not to hit her lovely headdress on the ceiling of the hut. You should rest now, let Arehya tend to you. You'll feel better shortly, and then you can meet the rest of the village. Vannor, please accompany me. Our honored guest needs to recuperate. I'll see you soon, he said, smiling at Trueshot as he left with the Mother of Memory. They stepped out into the throng of curious villagers, and walked away as the crowd parted before them they all knew Savah and Vannor, after all. So you found her out in the wastes? Savah asked casually. I noticed the birds. I was curious as to what was out there. You have much power, but no magic as yet, Vannor, and it's been centuries. I wonder... I wonder if you ability is purely mental. He paused, thinking. I suppose it could be. But I still don't feel this power you speak of. I don't know what it's supposed to feel like. Savah chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder. You will. All things in the fullness of time. Now, you should rest, too. I think Trueshot is going to need a guide when she's recovered, and I can't think of anyone better than yourself to handle the task.
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As soon as Vannor left, she settled a bit uneasily into the comfortable bed, listening to the sounds of other elves whispering amongst themselves and the occassional sloshing of water when Dancer decided to drink more water. The Mother of Memory was even more impressive looking when face to face with her versus the mental images her mother had shared with her. No doubt if her mother were still alive, she'd admonish her for taking such a risk, her father would probably simply laugh and shake his head as he tended to do when she did something reckless. And Firebrand? She didn't want to finish that thought as the sound of conversation took on a familiar tone. Like the wind whispering through the leaves and before long, she was deeply asleep. A wet tongue slapping it's way across her face roused her and when her eyes opened, she realized that the sun had long since set, marking how many hours it'd been since she arrived and had been resting. Once his bonded was awake, Dancer pawed at her earnestly and she grinned, knowing they shared the same sentiment. It was time to hunt in this new land and explore what the desert had to offer. It was the best place to learn about one's surroundings after all, and after so much sleep, she could use some fresh meat and so could her mount. Okay..okay..just calm down.She sent to the sable beast as he began to prance eagerly towards the door while she grabbed her quiver and bow, then slipped out of the hut. The moons were full, casting silver light upon the sleeping huts as she inhaled deeply and made it a point to stop by the well to fill her water skin. Once it was full, she settled onto Dancer's back and the two were soon off towards the canyons in search of prey.
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The sound of the local wolves echoed through the rocks of the canyons they were not the only wolves on the prowl tonight. But the pack was out, spread on the countryside, hunting. Small game was still available, out in the rocks and dunes, and both the elves and the wolves hunted it. But it took some searching. Still, that was half the fun. There were distant calls of challenge, warning a few elves who were still awake in the village raised their heads at the different sounds of the animals, echoing from the desert. But there would be time for the wolves to establish their new pecking order with Dancer after the hunt was done, and they had food in their bellies and energy to spare. Vannor heard the calls, too, and left his hut. He knew without checking that Trueshot was not in the healer's hut any longer. Just like he knew that the few Wolfriders still in the village were out in the desert, as well. It only made sense their blood would call them out. He didn't know what else to do, but he took his gear and went out to the rocks, climbing to the highest peak to look out to where she'd be hunting. He couldn't help it any more than she could help going out to hunt he wanted to keep watch, to make sure she was all right. He'd saved her life, and as a result, he felt responsible for it. He couldn't keep up with her on the hunt, not with her riding Dancer. But he could keep an eye out, see if he could glimpse her. That was something he could do.
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Both of them seemed to come alive under the light of the dual moons as the scent of small animals seduced the senses of elf and wolf keen eyes on the lookout for something to fill their bellies. Eventually from under the scrub brush a small pig-like creature trotted out to root around for something to eat, grunting and wiggling it's tail in obvious excitement when it found a cache of roots. This would do nicely and she could even offer her kill to those Wolfriders here amongst the desert dwellers in good faith. Steady..She told the wolf beneath her as she notched an arrow and let it fly, hitting the prey thing in it's right rear flank. A scream sounded from it and Trueshot was already preparing another when the creature whirled and pawed at the ground angrily. A challenge? That suited her just fine as she waited for it to charge. True to his name, Dancer gracefully danced out of range of the pig's tusks and gave his rider an opportunity to pierce the side of their quarry with another arrow, bringing it to the ground. Dismounting, Trueshot pulled the knife that rested in her boot and with one well placed stroke, ended the creature's suffering. Tilting her head back, she howled with Dancer joining in to alert any and all Wolfriders as well as the wolf pack in the area that she had fresh meat to offer in good faith and the spirit of kin.
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Answering howls sounded in the distance, and a few friendly sendings, as well Welcome! Seems you had a good hunt already! By the time she and Dancer brought the boar back to the caves near the village, the local pack and three Wolfriders were waiting. Dancer bristled as the other wolves growled, but he was easily half-again the size of most of them he would have little trouble finding his place in the hierarchy. Sparring for position was natural, and necessary, but he didnt want to do it with Trueshot on his back. The other Wolfriders were more friendly. Well met, said the eldest, a blonde male. Im Mender. I glanced in on you while you were in the sick hut, but you were well in hand, and I could tell you didnt need my services. Youre youre a child from Embers tribe arent you? A complicated look passed across his face. Of course she knew who he was, even though hed left the tribe before she was born, to seek his past and find his future. A woman stepped up. I am Featherfall. I came out of Cutters tribe, but though one thing and another, ended up back here. She grinned, and then gestured to the shy, dusky-skinned boy behind her. And this is my son, Stonetalker. His father sleeps in our hut right now, but the wolf is strong in him. Stonetalker blushed and buried his face in his mothers back. Mender piped up, apparently recovered from whatever emotional reaction hed had. Looks like an excellent hunt for you! Can we get a better look? I realized, if all this time had passed, and Ember had recognized with whatsisname, then maybe Mender returned on his own, journeying back to his birthplace to wait out some heartache. Or wait, did I misread? Did Mender Recognize already in established continuity?