06-16-2012, 12:31 PM
She came forwards again with him and again helped ease away the cold, deadness that filled him. He was as grateful for her presence as if she had done him a favor of great importance which she did and continued to do, gave him back his personality. It would enough to let him greet the younger child with some measure of enthusiasm, bumping noses back and letting his tail even wag a little.
"It means, I come with good will or faith. It's the language our mother speaks in, Denahlii Svinka Tokolra." He knew this much from the stories she told them on a night, stories of the goddess Artoi and her mate, of the Great Mother who loved every being and who created everything. His ears pulled forwards intently at the invitation to join them, he looked at Dalgina wondering what she would think, Myrddin spoke about something called jerky and Honrin's expression creased,
"What's jerky?" Jace was not the greatest of cooks when the Denahlii family did decide to cook their food, a lot of the time they ate their food raw as nature intended them.
"It means, I come with good will or faith. It's the language our mother speaks in, Denahlii Svinka Tokolra." He knew this much from the stories she told them on a night, stories of the goddess Artoi and her mate, of the Great Mother who loved every being and who created everything. His ears pulled forwards intently at the invitation to join them, he looked at Dalgina wondering what she would think, Myrddin spoke about something called jerky and Honrin's expression creased,
"What's jerky?" Jace was not the greatest of cooks when the Denahlii family did decide to cook their food, a lot of the time they ate their food raw as nature intended them.