wheel of fate
10-30-2016, 09:51 AM
When a voice spoke aloud in the hot cavern, Alfrun blinked with faint startlement. When she said the gods were speaking to her, she had not meant with literal voices - she did not ever hear them with her ears, but simply knew their words. The young godi turned her delicate head to regard the newcomer with curiosity. No god, he, but often the stories spoke of the gods walking among the mortals. Was she not living proof of such an event? She could not dismiss the idea out of hand. She studied the green aura that shimmered around the male, her nose twitching faintly without her knowing. Was he a healer, then? That was, she'd learned, the most likely calling of a wolf with such an aura. Little did she realize that it was the healing herbs she unknowingly scented around him that triggered the vision, her brain in its attempt to fill in her sightlessness giving the scent color. She considered the traveller's words with all due gravity as well. "This cavern?" she asked him with a dreamy sort of distance to her voice. "I've never been in this place before this day. My siblings believe that this is the dwelling-place of Logi." Her attention drifted back to the river of fire, and she blinked benevolently at the roiling red liquid rock. "That may be so. He has not chosen to say." And off-handedly, as though it did not have much bearing on the conversation, she added, "But if you refer to the north... I suppose I am familiar. My birth-pack laid claim to the land just past the entrance to this cavern." |