Sun Mote Copse Starwaves

Fig was not a storyteller. This was something he knew, even though he had never actually tried to be one before. He was not very creative. His imagination was a bit limited when it came to invention, but it worked well enough that he was able to picture the scenes as the others told their stories. Bears and wolves and gods and death. He followed them all eagerly. But when a silence came around that he could have filled, he kept quiet--content to listen and let someone else claim the next day's prize.