Silverlight Terrace Everything the Light touches

I enjoyed it and so did Arrluk!

A man of excitement and thrill, as well as singing and storytelling. Arrluk imagined if this man enjoyed an adventure, then he would have many stories to tell. Arrluk had never imagined himself the type to leave home and go on long adventures, but he would come to learn he liked to listen to them all the same and did so with Alaric now. 

Arrluk settled, reclining into a lay as his eyes set to the dark black wolf before him. He spoke of two wolves- one born of the sea and one born of the forest. Arrluk's thoughts turned to @Ajei as he described her. 

Alaric even moved his body with the tale, as though to help Arrluk to picture it. Kukutux had done the same when telling her stories and now Arrluk could see the similarities in which the storytellers held. 

The man required a hard bride price to collect- well, in this story, a groom price, it seemed. Alaric thrashed about, his feet sliding over the rocky earth back and forth, showing the way in which the earth girl was battered about the ocean as she strived to obtain the seaborn's price. 

And she did. And she settled the groom price at the man's feet, whom she so loved. And he, who enjoyed her yet did not think she was meant for him until it was too late. She had died in order to give him what he wanted. 

Arrluk frowned, his ears folding back against his skull. Alaric said Dancing Lights and realized how his views must be similar to his own family. And it was quaint that the mortal of the story was to not take for granted those you loved- for Arrluk now strived to not ever do this, given that he felt he had done so with Samani's death and not having the chance to know her well enough before her passing. Now he never would. 

This is a good story and a very wise tale. Like those my mother tells. He says, smiling softly then and his tail brushing back and forth along the ground. I will remember it's lesson well. Thank you, Alaric.