golden apples of the sun
04-11-2014, 08:59 PM
The male introduced himself as Bard Ciaran and Shilah resisted the urge to flinch as he realized his mistake. He was of Valhalla now but he'd been so used to introducing himself as one of the Nomads that he'd fallen right into the old habit. But then it was also a means of explaining his credentials in healing to anyone that knew what the Nomads were. Shilah shook his head and smiled softly. "No. Valhalla is a stationary pack but I am at my heart a wanderer. The Nomads are healers, trained from first breath. When we come of age we consign ourselves to the service of a pack. I guess I haven't quite gotten used to it." His startling blue eyes tilted upwards as if he could see the two terracotta lines that marked his forhead. "It means I am half-trained in the ways of my people. I still have several years before I have the wisdom and experience of life to become full-fledged." He still had so much to learn? "OH it's fine. I don't mind. What of you? What stirs you to wander so? And that mark on your hip, that is a most curious marking as well." Speech |
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