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19.05.12 . 3.30pm . jordheim . optime form



Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

He didn't have words to describe this particular feeling at the moment. It was perhaps a mix of excitement, awe, apprehension and hope. Although it could be none of them, these were the words that came to mind as he walked. They'd made the same journey just a week before it seemed, but this journey was different. The steady steps of the horse beside him was an addition, as well as the steady wing beats of the falcon who flew above them. His families footsteps were joined by two more that hadn't been with them when they'd started the journey. He could almost feel the excitement vibrating from his cousins and he mirrored their move. His only constant was the flicker of his eyes towards his belle, wishing he could play games with her today. Today was far too important for games and it Hermes and Artan needed direction.


The horses were burdened with Saul's possessions as well as anything everyone else couldn't carry. They had to take regular breaks so the horses didn't get exhausted. But today was moving day, the formation of something new and exciting. Miskunn's influence was great and while Saul didn't know if he could commit to any kind of religion, he found himself silently asking Odin for success. He hoped that this would work, that they would find happiness up in the great forests. Their movement was relatively slow, but Saul was happy with the pace as it meant his horses could deal better with the loads they were carrying. Saul himself was laden with his possessions, the thick brown cloak he'd obtained so long ago swirling around his ankles and his medicine bag packed full of all his supplies.


The sense of de ja vu was strong as they walked, easy chatter bounced between them. Saul laughed frequently, although this was usually due to Bran or Niernan's antics. Their journey north was taken in overcast skies, although this perhaps helped them greatly with the weight the horses were taking. Mostly though, the journey was a bit of a blur. It was afternoon by the time they had crossed around Amherst. Their destination was the village, aptly named Jordheim by Miskunn who informed them all that the name literally meant Earth House. Saul liked the name and had nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Lilin appeared enamoured with the older Stormbringer female, so she probably agreed.


Sooner than he expected, they were stood once again at the 'entrance' to the houses that would become their homes. He still hadn't figured out where he wanted to be, but he knew Lilin had claimed her home and Niernan and Bran likewise. With a grin, he turned and addressed his family. Welcome, my family, to Vinátta, our new home. He said simply, feeling no need to elaborate. They were free to do as they pleased now, although Saul could feel the list of things he wished to do building in his head.

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