Firefly Glen Kaggik

The story was longer than the last. Alaric had range, then.

Kannoyak listened to the tale unfold. His eyes were fixed on the distant outline of trees. The pale hunter did not speak or interject while the storyteller practiced his craft. He was reverent and thoughtful. He took in the messages of the story and believed them to be valuable. It was a curious thing, the way Alaric could offer advice through his words. The northerner did not believe that was a skill he would know for himself. Kannoyak was painfully honest and disarmingly blunt.

Alaric is a fine storyteller, he complimented after the other man had finished his work.

How did one become a storyteller? The hunter had to wonder if men and women were born with those tales inside them or if they were learned along the way. He had always listened to the tales that were shared around their village. They had led him into deeper dreams than racing on the white hunting grounds.

How did you become a man of words?