The Sunspire A brown and Yellow Basket

Sun Spark tsked gently and spoke quietly under his breath Manners son manners. he shook his grizzled head and studied the posturing of the young man. This one had a darkness to him it clung to him like a shadow in the mist. He had learned long ago to never mistrust his instincts nad he had the scars to prove the times he had, however there was also a gentle countenance lurking around the youth’s eyes, and he was a youth to him by far. Sun had at least 4 years on him if not more. He was old enough to be his son, his sons actually might be older. He shook his grizzled head, was it really so long ago that they were born and then grown.

I’m Sun spark Son and I’m a storyteller an’ a healer. I come to dis lan’ to die, see my lil gal befo’e I go an’ meet as many as I kin. I am jest takin’ a mome’t ta sit an’ enjoy da day. Would you like to enjoy it wif me my boy? It won’t hurt I promise.