Blood of the Earth [Jupiter!]

Her father had given her a nudge outside the wall, today, saying she needed to explore the world and see it for herself. She was a year old. She needed to be well versed with the outside world. Alright, she agreed with it all, but she had wanted to help him work to patrol the lands.

Alright, alright, then. So, she had ventured out, following his descriptions of everywhere he’d been. He’d told her about one place that sounded absolutely fascinating. A place where the blood of the earth flowed hot and bright just under the surface of the land, in a cave.

She knew plenty about fire, especially about tending it, which she’d been doing a lot. It was fascinating to watch and feed, and she had a feeling that it’d be lovely come winter when it was cold and that fire was a real source of heat.

And now, she was here. The area matched the description her father had given almost perfectly, especially the gaping maw of the cave that opened in a gash in the ground at her paws, with a rocky path that led down into the darkness… A darkness that held a glowing light far below.

Aelloshir gave a low growl as he studied the crevice, the tip of his long, fluffy tail twitching side to side as he reluctantly followed his shimmering charge as her paws bore her forward. Over her back she carried a small stack of hides, in case she found any good herbs to take home to Paladin.

She’d tried, on multiple occasions, to fashion some kind of pouch out of hides and sinew, but her paws were ill-equipped to manage such a dexterous feat. Paladin often spoke of the Nomads, and of how many of them had primates for companions, whose hands and nimble fingers could manage such tasks as sutures and crafting. It was his personal dream to have such a companion for a friend and partner in Craft.

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