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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

Fingers reached down into one of the saddle bags closest to him, wondering what he would bring out. It was perhaps by sheer chance that creamy fingers closed around the bunched leather chords that he'd made only a few days ago. He grinned softly before pulling the bundle out of the bag and into his awaiting hands. Nestled in his palm were nine wooden pendants, each attached to its own chord. Polished to a high shine, the little pendants reflected the sunlight nicely. He moved his fingers, untying the large knot that held the pendants together and separated them on the floor, before hooking his arm through all nine chords all the way up his forearm, so they hung separate from each other, evenly spaced. Miskunn had helped him with these when Saul had come to her with an idea and he glanced at her once before addressing the new pack.



Hey guys, I just wanted to give you all something. These are Frithr necklaces, carved from the White Walnut Tree in our new lands. They symbolise peace, as well as a new beginning and a ward for superstitions. You may where them as you wish... or not at all if you'd rather, but I made one for everybody.


He said with a small smile. It took a moment for the group to move and Saul was a little shocked to see Bran striding forward, hand outstretched to take the first necklace. The caramel and chocolate man placed it around his neck, thumb and forefinger unconsciously reaching up to rub it once before it settled above his breastbone. Saul nodded softly, before his sons voice came. "Daddy, I'd like one." His son said, a grin on his little face. Saul returned the grin, before dropping down and slipping a necklace over his sons head. It nestled on his chest and Temeraire tried to look down at it. Saul chuckled before standing up and moving towards Miskunn, who had held an outstretched hand for a necklace. He handed one over, giving his aunt's hand a small squeeze of thanks for help with the design, a miniature Thor's Hammer he'd been informed, before he glanced back around at the rest of them, wondering if they'd accept the necklace. When Lilin held out her hand for one, Saul gave a grin and passed a necklace to her. It didn't take two moments for the rest of them to receive their necklaces, some placing them around their necks and others tucking them away.

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