Comments | fgh_rebirth: Noon, the gully, on watch. (Attn: Whistler)

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Noon, the gully, on watch. (Attn: Whistler)

Sep 04, 2009 02:42

The tribe settled down again, either returning to sleep or just resting. Lightstone reached into his pack and pulled out one of his treasures, a small globe of ice quartz that was so clear, it could turn light into rainbows when properly facing the sun. He started rolling the globe between his palms, then slowly rocked it from hand to hand, ( Read more... )

whistler, moss, lightstone

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sweet_kitsune September 4 2009, 19:54:05 UTC

Whistler was facinated by the shiny stone Lightstone was playing with. It was pretty and sparkled, and it thoroughly distracted her until he spoke.

"Oh!" she exclaimed softly, shaking herself."Stories...would be nice. But I don't know many."

multi_facets September 5 2009, 03:46:41 UTC

"Everyone knows stories," Lightstone told her. "But sometimes we forget that, just because they aren't about chiefs or grand events." He ruffled her curls. "Don't worry, I know some." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I could tell you how Zarhan Fastfire found out how to make glass, but you'd probably fall asleep during that one," he kidded. "And I've sure you've heard about Cat's soul quest eights of times, along with why High Cliffs opened trade with the trolls."

The rockshaper thought a minute, toying with the globe again, then looked at Whistler. "Which story would you like to hear?" The tribe had twelve chiefs to speak of, counting Alder, but they weren't the only ones who had created stories. There had been so many others.

sweet_kitsune September 7 2009, 18:23:19 UTC

Whistler threaded her fingers together and thought carefully.

"i think you should surprise me," she decided." And then, perhaps, I'll have remembered a story to tell you."

She made herself comfortable and settled down to listen and keep watch.

foxfire74 September 8 2009, 02:23:52 UTC

Drowsing with her head on Slaptail's side, Moss slitted her eyes open when the elder started speaking. Stories would be nice, as long as nobody was expecting her to howl. She was too tired to do anything but listen.

multi_facets September 9 2009, 01:25:58 UTC

Lightstone nodded. "A surprise it is," he agreed, and thought for a moment more, staring into his crystal as he let it rotate. Timmain, Timmorn, Rahnee, Cat, Daybrisk.... Backward and forward, his memory cutting through wolfsong that was fed by their blood and the timelessness of the changing seasons ( ... )

sweet_kitsune October 4 2009, 04:06:34 UTC

Whistler sat with her arms wrapped around her kneesm wide-eyed like a small cub. She was entranced by Lightstone's story.

multi_facets October 12 2009, 07:30:32 UTC

"Without breaking stride, the huntress brushed her hand along her thigh and felt the knife slung down from her waist; a metal knife, ancient beyond belief, a treasure with an edge sharper than any wolf's tooth or cat's claw, and her most prized possession," Lightstone went on, not taking his eyes off the globe. "She howled as well, a warble that would tell any wolf or other predator that this prey was claimed. The one running beside her held their tongue and kept pace. Perhaps the wolf would attack her to claim the stag ( ... )

sweet_kitsune October 14 2009, 04:32:10 UTC

Whistler's eyes went round and she squeezed her arms tighter around her knees and let out a soft chitter.

The story was becoming exciting, and the sent image made her tingle all over, thrilled.

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