Your Mother Was A Hamster!

*Naudir* · 12-01-2017, 04:20 PM

Slowly the fog was beginning to lift and for a moment Naudir lamented at its parting. There'd been something comforting about the misty cloak that enveloped her like a blanket on a cool winter afternoon though it was much milder than the north. Naudir had dreamt of the old lands of Yfir and so she found herself in the Rock Garden once more from when Yfir had dwelt in these lands. Time seemed to warp in her mind and she could not truly recall if she had in fact ever lived in this land or had only heard of it and dreamed of it in her mind. Had she momentarily lived another's life while she'd been sleeping?

Naudir rose to her feet and stretched, moving back to gaze upon an intricately carved stone adorned with creatures she could not identify. Upon the rock Branwen and Balthazaar were curled tightly together, resting. They slept a lot recently it seemed and she knew they were growing well into old age. How much longer would they be with her? Always, she supposed. Once their flesh was reclaimed by the earth their spirits would accompany her until her parting or perhaps they would go to join Inga. She couldn't say.

The fog had passed by the time Naudir roused herself to her feet and moved in search of water. Along the way movement caught her attention as she noticed a yearling scrambling after some pika. She watched with mild amusement. "Do you require any assistance, young one?" Balthazaar and Branwen descended to perch upon her shoulders, the white raven on her right shoulder, the black on her left, their usual perches.

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