Phantom Hollow how the wild magic, becomes

there is so much speech text in this post, lol. xD

“I wouldn’t call them useless, per say,” Mato frowns. He doesn’t like that word: useless. “it would be exhausting to switch your trade every time someone was having pups or we had an elderly wolf in the pack. If you want to be a midwife and caretaker then be it and when the time comes for children of Tindómë then we will be adequately prepared, won’t we?” He pauses to draw his salmon pink tongue across his lips. “besides there is no such thing as a useless trade even if it does require certain circumstances. They are all equally important and vital to a pack.” But it is clear that this is the way the druid thinks simply because of how Tindómë itself will be structured.

“Arcturus is the brightest star in the Boötes constellation,” He explains, unsure if it is even anything she cares about. Still, he is on the roll and so long as she does not stop or interrupt him Mato will keep speaking. “There are several myths around this constellation. The Babylon’s depicted it as their god Enlil, the leader of their pantheon and a patron of farmers. In a different myth the Greeks claimed that he was the son of Demeter: Philomenus, twin brother of Plutus and a farmer who drove the oxen in the constellation Ursa Major.” Mato pauses and glimpses at her to make sure he did not lose her, or bore her to sleep or anything of the sort. He is not particularly self conscious about his passions but the empyrean realizes that it does not mean that other wolves are interested. “The last myth is the most grim,” He warns taking in a small breath, umbra dipped ears fluttering back to rest at half mast atop his skull.

“Some claim that Boötes is Icarius, a winemaker for Dionysus. He made it so strong that those who drank it appeared poisoned which caused shepherds to avenge their supposedly poisoned friends by killing Icarius. His companion, Maera, brought his daughter Erigone to his body where they both: daughter and companion ended their own lives. The king god, Zeus, honored all three of the by placing them in the stars. Boötes, Virgo, and Canius Minor.” The last had more depth than the others, he thinks, but it is the most sad. Just a story, he tells himself. He is a creature of earth and the heavens and he does not sure his stand on myths: if they are real or just fanciful ramblings of the imagination. Regardless, they make good stories to explain the stars, at the very least.

From here, the pair lapses into a comfortable silence and continue on their way.