Call Me MacGyver

*Ashiel* · (This post was last modified: 01-06-2018, 12:31 PM by Ashiel.)

Maybe there was something to these northern lands after all. Spring had finally broke upon the northern lands and the day was bright and surprisingly warm. To top it off he was once again in the great red forest that had taken his breath away the first time he'd seen it and where he'd met young Forfax. This was a holy place indeed. A rustle above him caught his attention and he turned to see Griff, his companion settle onto one of the branches, his brilliant red-orange eyes seeming to glow in the fractured sunlight that made it through the tree tops. Surely this was fortuitous? A young god and his messenger in a holy land. He had a good feeling about this day.

The return of spring had brought with it the emergence of the sleepers, those that slept through the winter. In his jaws Ashiel held a dead bull snake. It was large and fat and had obviously prepared well for the winter. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with it. He wasn't hungry, truth be told but Griff had spoke of old rituals and the sacrifices they required. Perhaps he could make something out of this?

Striding through a brilliant glimmer of color caught his eye and he turned to see Jupiter. The young spirit he'd met at the Wall. Fortuitous indeed. Ashiel delicately dropped his catch and called out. "Jupiter! Fancy running into you here. Boy, what are you doing with all these sticks?" He gazed about himself at the scattered sticks on the ground where the rattling of branches caught his attention and he looked to see the tamarin up in the trees. Griff was eyeing the monkey but Ashiel let it be. The bird was well fed and probably just as confused as he was at the scene laid before them.

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