Time Goes On

*Bhaire* · 01-01-2014, 09:37 PM

Bhaire smiled warmly at Song, thrilled by her interest. It had been quite a long time since anyone had asked him to sit down and teach his lore. It had been easier, of course, with the band. A lone wolf was neither impressive, nor confident, as often as not. Now, in his little grove with his new leader before him, Bhaire was growing into himself more and more by the second. He sank back into a speaking rhythm, voice falling into a catching cant. Abbot Kahn had taught him just the way to pull a listener in, and while Bhaire did not want to manipulate Song, she seemed fairly avid and he knew no other way. "There is Lebaldur," he said, in a low, rolling baritone. It was sweet on the ears, and kind. "who oversees war and battles of all sorts, and makes his home in the base of every mountain. There is Tinius, who I pray to more often than not. He is a kind, wizened one, who oversees masters and pupils and all manner of education." When he was with his family, he used to create a shrine for the kindly god whenever they had stopped for any length of time. He would need to wait for the seasons to the change to find lavender in this climate, but he looked forward to paying his respects properly once again.

He had argued most over the nature of the next god, mostly with his band siblings, but also with Sister Lessa. "Dania," he said, "is the goddess of thee sky and wind and storms. She is a finicky patron, prone to rash decisions, and temper. Her subjects are typically wild, and dangerous, or so it is said. After her was Saidan, a bitter man, who gives disease where it is needed, and watches over wastelands, and plains. Rhodristhan is a fickle wench," he chuckled. "The goddess of love, and beauty, and leads all towards their true mate. It seems you and Master Cherokee have been quite blessed by her light," he said fondly. Love was rare enough in this harsh world, and it gladdened him wherever it bloomed. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Rhodristhan. "Finally, there is Almary and Raham. Almary is depcited as a small, grey wolf, mousey and not worth much note. It is said she walks in the shadow of all who are lost or seeking a true path, and protects them. She lives among the stars, and you can always find her in darkness. Raham," he said with great fondness, "Is the god of endings, and the old, and of the final sleep. He is a peaceful god, who bears great love for all things." Bhaire looked forward to meeting Raham, when his time came. He knew the dark, warm god would bless him with peace when his work on this earth was done.

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