oath of silence

For a long time Ysmir was certain that the buffalo knolls was the largest stretching expanse of land he had ever seen. Now that he had crossed over Fireside’s borders he wasn’t so sure these plains weren’t never ending. The quiet boy loped through the snow, his gyrfalcon soared above his head. Ysmir was very nearly able to see as far as the bird with how flat the terrain was. So caught up in his surroundings the young Finnvi didn’t even spare a thought to where he was. Very nearly a year old he felt like he was gaining his independence. While loyal and supportive of his family he also felt strongly individualistic. Ysmir was always different from his siblings, if not only because of his silence.

The sky was gray and reary, ready to let more snow fall at a moment's notice. The majority of Ysmir’s life was lived through this ice age winter. Sometimes he forgot what life was like without snow. This experience in the snow made the boy a natural at navigating the cold treacherous ground he tread. The little arctic fox he called companion taught him well, and even while she remained in the den he used that knowledge. Ysmir wore his leather bracers, he felt like he was finally growing into them. The added protection from the cold did him well as he and Barenziah journeyed on their own.

He’d have to be more careful sneaking back into the pack than he had sneaking out. There were always scouts and patrols going on, more attention was paid to what was going on without instead of within. Ysmir shook his head slightly as the thought crossed his mind, there was only room for the moment. A determined grin caught his features and the boy put on a burst of speed, he raced through the dry snow. He left trails of the white powder behind him and kicked his heels as youthful energy propelled him forward.