A Fresh Beginning
02-13-2014, 02:22 PM
Bhaire allowed the peaceful silence to wash over the group. The landscape was serene and calm, and the faint beating of Odd's wings lulled him into a calm, near meditative state. He listened, as if from a distance, as Ara posed Novel a question. He allowed his mind to fade back into his zen like trance. Thud-thud, thud, thud-thud, thud... His footsteps matched his heart beat and he let loose a long exhale, reveling in the calm. This sort of walking meditation was one of the first tricks Abbot Kahn had taught him, back when he was young and upset about being orphaned. It had not always been so easily accepted, but it hardly bothered him at all now. Family was family after all, whether you shared their blood or not. A glint of light off to the right, much like the gleam of silver or a flash of starlight, caught his eye. Startled, Bhaire came up sharp and blinked in it's direction. He saw nothing that might have birthed the phenomenon and frowned, trotting over to investigate. A strange, sharp odor filled his nose, much like that of fresh crushed herbs and juniper. The land was as scrubby here as elsewhere, filled with similar plants and and the same stones. Nothing seemed to stand out at all, until he rounded a small stone and saw a sprig fresh shot up form the earth. It's flowers had not bloomed, but the branching of it's stems was evident. It was Blue Vervain. With a smile, he sat back on his haunches and pondered. He would not have found it had the strange light not drawn him off the trail. Like silver, he remembered, Or starlight. He considered for a moment that his goddess Almary was patron of the stars, as well as all that was lost. Like herbs, or orphans... A warm breeze ruffled his fur and he smile. Whether an omen or a trick of the eye, he had what he'd sought. It was too young to pick, but perhaps more would spring up as the season progressed. Knowing of this location, should a patch of the flower spring forth, would be useful knowledge. "Girls, I believe we've found our mark." "Talk" Think "Odd" |