Fenamarel's wolf
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Llach faded into the woods surrounding the gypsy camp and sat down, making sure to check for any spiders before doing so. Roware lounged on a branch above him and also watched allowing the silent druid to think. Star was mad, sad, and torn. Something inside of him twisted everytime he thought of that look on her face when she said . . "Others have mourned but I cannot cry."
He thought his idea through and worked it over and over in his mind. It would take faith and it would take more of Fenmarel than he had ever asked before. Taking out a dagger he planted it in the ground before him and started to pray.
One spider did notice the silent man, it did not notice the panther until too late. The prayers continued. After sixteen hours, weak with hunger he looked up and sighed. Prayers are always answered, but sometimes the answer is 'no'. He picked up the dagger that had been before him and froze at its touch. Looking down he smiled. The pommel of the knife now bore the head of a wolf. It was time to hunt.
Roware was dismissed but stayed close by watching him fade into the snows as he watched for the larger wolves. Finally he found one a distance from the pack, worrying an old bone. Patience and slow movement brought him to where a swift strike of the dagger staggered the wolf enough for a second, and then a third strike. The wolf had no chance and the rest of the pack never heard a thing. The meat was presented to Fenmarel at dusk and a small patch of it went into making a rough scabbard for the knife.
Eating the fresh cooked meat he sat and thought about many things, about the blessing he had been given and how it would feel to pass that blessing on. A beautific smile crossed his face as he solemnly hoped she would understand what he was trying to give to her. For this, there were no words . . . just emotion.
He found her in Jiyyd, or she found him. For two who wandered so far and wide something always seemd to draw them together again. Lilin was there as well, watching over them like a hen over her last two eggs. Llach smiled and stepped a bit closer to Star and dug into his pack. He pulled out the wolf skin bundle and handed it to her.
She looked at him with her big brown eyes and took the bundle and unwrapped it slowly. She touched the dagger and looked up to him. "This was Sy's?" She asked.
Inside he winced as he nodded, thinking that Sy was with Fenmarel now so, perhaps in a way, it was from him. He watched her face as it slowly lit up thinking that she had received soemthing in memorial of the elven cleric, Llachs cousin. Llach could sympathise with her on that as he had only memories, but for him, that was enough.
Deep down the magic roiled in his belly as he silently called on Fenmarel and the sun began to set. He looked up to the sky and sent a silent prayer up, begging this favor. He reached out and touched the dagger head, then the wolf skin and then reached up and touched her face. His own hand began to grow fur and he hunched over, ending as a wolf looking up to see her do a silimar transformation. His heart sang.
Now for the last part of the gift. He lead her out onto a rock just outside of Jiyyd and looked into her eyes, making sure he had her attention. Lilin had followed and was watching from under a nearby tree. He touches noses to Star/wolf and then he threw back his head and howled his grief for losing his cousin. He let all of the emotion out in that first howl and then he looked to Star and prayed.
She blinked and looked at him and then she howled as well and the sang their grief out to the rising moon. She could not cry in her own form so he had found her a way to cry as a wolf. The stress of the task had taken a lot out of him and so he soon stopped howling and let her continue as he lay at her feet, watching the lands about and giving his thanks to his God.
