Two Sides of the Circle of Life [Joining]

His answer was an interesting one, and it struck a chord in her, plucking a string of memory. There had been a mare that once lived with Valhalla of old, fighting at their side in the infamous Siege launched against them by the Glaciem Isardis had led. Truth be told, there had been two horses, but the filly the mare had adopted had vanished. It could be either horse’s offspring that stood before her, offering his services as a warrior.

Her lips quirked in a slight grin as she wondered what it would be like to have this horse as a high council member or a Lodestar, or a Sentinel. However, she did give the stallion’s words serious thought. He was large, and the obvious bear pelt and the items she heard thumping and clattering within were a proof of sorts, that he wasn’t just fibbing.

He clearly wished for her to examine the offering, and so, Aurielle dropped to the ground, opening the package and looking everything over. The death blow was an obvious hole in the hide where the bear’s ribs would have been, and while the hide was roughly skinned, the air-dried meat, bones, and skull – a skull that bore the clear signs of a well-aimed, hard hoof on its crown – were all useful items, even the roughly skinned hide.

Her eyes flicked up to his horn, noting the sharp edged adornment that tipped the end of it, a coil of metal wrapping to the base of the horn to keep it in place. He was clearly devastating in battle. “Who was your mother?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think