Finally, finally Haydée was back to her old self and it feels wonderful. Eltrys had taken over the pack and was shaping it into something new, beautiful, and different and the small woman wished to support him in every way she can. Talk of druids and nature have entered the picture and it intrigues the woman greatly while also bringing up questions for her.

The Auster winter has been frigid and she wraps a thick fur around her slight frame before setting out into the day to find the man she loves. Trotting around the pools of the falls, she scans for the familiar earthen form of her love as she goes, wanting to join him if he is doing chores or just sit with him if he is relaxing. A bright smile is on her lips as she trots along.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Speech // thought

Eltrys is sitting near the base of the falls working close to a fire. The tools he needed to work the leather in his lap were clustered inside a wide-brimmed basket. Some warm paint sat close to the fire pit as well as a pot of simmering sweet apple cider.

He perked an ear as he heard over the sound of the falls the sound of her dainty paws coming closer. His expression changed instantly from creative concentration to delightful warmth. Watching her descend from the den -Their den? - like a princess on a staircase.

"Ahhh... feeling better, Chickadee?" He asked warmly. He set aside his project and pulled her paw in for a kiss. Then he placed a cup of warm cup of apple cider in it.

As Haydée approaches Eltrys, having just come from their shared den behind the falls, she cannot help with smile brightly. For the first time in her life, things just feel… right. Of course, he is working, large paws carefully tending to a piece of leather with his basket of tools not too far away. The chill in the air is staved off by a fire that crackles happily near him and she is quick to join the earthen man, humming happily as she says, “Much better.” He kisses her paw and she blushes deeply, giggling madly like a schoolgirl as she moves to seat herself right up against his side.

As he places the warm cup of cider in her paw she sighs appreciatively and gently begins to blow on the steaming liquid to help cool to more palatable temperature. Small form leans into his as she curiously eyes his creation, asking, “Whatca making El?” Emerald eyes scan his handy work, admiring the craftsmanship while paying attention to what he has to tell her. The questions she has about Druids can wait because, right now, she just wants to be in the moment with her El, enjoying this cold winter day.

Taking a sip of the apple cider, she feels the warmth slowly travel down her throat until it hits her stomach where it blooms into a wonderful flower that warms her entire body. Another, happy sigh passes her lips as she sits with Eltrys.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Speech // thought

He delights in making her blush at every opportunity. Her giggles a song in his ear. He hums appreciatively as she remarks on how's she doing and settles in next to him. A delight to have her close again, outside and healthy once more. He bends to kiss her brow as he picks his project back up, using a sharp tool to shape and carve the leather into a thin strip, reminiscent to a thorned vine.

She asks of him about his project and he smiles holding up a hardened leather pauldron, a rose carved and painted into the hide, handing it to her to examine.

"I'm attempting to make some specialized armor. Perhaps something Vedia could be known for: decorated leatherwork with fanciful and nature-inspired designs." He said and pulled out a bag he had made earlier that day, a large leaf motif as the cover flap and stained with green paint.

The kiss to her brow has her giggling again and she sinks further into his side while sipping the wonderfully warm apple cider. Emerald eyes scan his work as Eltrys holds up the hide, tracing the fine details of the rose that have been carefully carved and painted onto the pauldron. Whistling in apperception as he pulls out the bag he made, she nods her approval and says, “I love it! I can see about getting some groups together to gather ingredients for different colors of dye.”

Ideas are already forming as takes another sip of the cider, rolling the warm mug between her paws as she looks at the thorny vine that has been carefully tooled into the hide. Head tilts slightly as Haydée says, “Speaking of nature-inspired, I have heard whispers of the direction you wish to lead the pack in.” Green gaze turns to meet his warm glacial gaze, eyes dancing with happiness as she says, “Tell me El, what does it mean to be a Druid?”

Ethne, while still a large part of her heart, is something of the past and Haydée seeks to support the man she loves in everything that he does. If he wants the pack to become more nature focused, then she will be in the front, greeting the change with open heart and paws.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Speech // thought

Her cascade of perfect giggles warms his core more than the fire next to him. Her offer to get a group together to gather ingredients has him beaming.
"Excellent! I'd love to see who would enjoy this kind of craft with me. Perhaps there could be several leather crafters among us." He mused as he took the project back and continued his work.

She brings up an interesting question, one he would love to find a solid answer to. For her perhaps he could go a bit deeper than what he had given the others. A portion of his story he had shared with no other.

He closes his eyes as he calls forth the memory, leaning his head gently over hers.

"The druids were a high class of priests from my mother's homeland. She taught me some of their lore and some of their ways as much as she could since there were not any written accounts to study. They refused such things. She was able to bring in a tutor under the guise of a minstrel for me to learn more from." He took her soft dainty dark paw after he set aside his project to focus more on the story. He ran a thumb over the top of her fur while his striking blue eyes watched the light of the fire dance over her fur.

"A druid is a spiritual leader that is highly respected due to their extensive studies and deep knowledge of how an individual may interact with the natural world. Some are healers, politicians, lore keepers, advisors, and teachers. I aim to make a Vedian Druid as unique as the individual who bears the title. For example, if Lia aims to be a druid but dislikes much of the spiritual practices she only needs to focus on how the aspects of the spiritualism can affect individuals and our relationships with our environment. A druid could be a diviner, tiptoeing the line between the spiritual world and this one, reading and attempting to interpret the signs of the earth and what the spirits may tell us." His gaze meandered gently over her fur, traveling up her wrist and up to her shoulder, to softly land in her gilded green pools.

He smiled, "I don't know if that answered your question or just made it all the more vague." He chuckled.