mirror of fate

*Lecter* · April 22, 2014, 09:16 PM

that's fine!

The water and the gentle sound of Tenzin's voice, though it would soon edge itself in ice, had relaxed the shaman, and for a moment he allowed himself a rare look backwards into the halls of memory, reliving the things that had brought him pleasure in his time at Shearwater Bay. The birth of his daughter, the innocent gleam of Starling's emerald eyes, the Sos-wrought scar upon Valkari's face. And the quiet love shared by Nanuq and Koios, as they bore the weight of the Gods' demands and carried the Bay into the glow of aplomb and worthiness.

To the monk's comment of rewards, Lecter remained silent; breath was within his body, and he had fathered children. But what Sos had taken from him had long since outweighed that which he had been given — the shaman had been rewarded with a renewed vigor in Sos, but not much else. Even now he did not know if Clarice and the children she carried lived or died. Perhaps what had been taken from him was why he reclined now in the warm springs with Tenzin, listening to the enemies of the Vale as if they had long been his acquaintances, and healing them without the coldness that had long characterized his existence. Lecter had changed, but for what? he did not know.

He did not know much of the Vale's structure, but the name of Dragon, and the rank of monk had intrigued him, and Lecter roused himself to listen to the snowy one's tale of unleashed fury and rage. A frown furrowed his brow; this creature had seeded Xi'nuata, and now held the Vale. Tenzin spoke fondly of the woman named Dawa, whom Lecter knew to be the healer of the Vale, though he did not know if she would walk again. Had the pristine beast been any other, Lecter would have suspected him of romantic feelings for the injured wolfess, but he was a monk, and the shaman did not know if monks were allowed such sensations.

Shifting, not caring for the position in which Tenzin found himself, enslaved to a force had had been coerced into using so long ago. I too miss my home, he muttered softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the other he did not often feel with those around him. I would not remain here, Tenzin, Lecter went on, nodding toward the other the same words which had come his way. You seem a slave, or you will become a slave, beneath the Dragon's rule. Icewater eyes shone with a sudden light. I will not remain forever at the Creek; my calling is elsewhere. And you — your calling could perhaps be away from this place. But you will not leave Dawa. Eartip flicked. Am I correct?