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The female looked out at the world as the male spoke. The contrast between the life that flourished out there and the death upon which she stood was juxtaposing, a sure reminder of what the wrath of nature could do—or the wrath of any creature, she supposed, for it occurred to her then that the fire that had consumed this great mountain may not have been of natural causes. But such things were in the past, and now she felt that life surely pulsing beneath the ashes, and she smiled. “Yes, I suppose it will be.” The alto melody was quiet with approval. The young coyote’s metaphore was quite appropriate, and the female, who lived in a world interpreted by such symbolism, found the boy’s mind to be quite keen. It would be like spring—a rebirth after death. Like the phoenix from the ashes a forest would once again rise from these ashes upon which she stood.
“It’s an honor, Ezekiel de le Poer,” the warrior replied as she tore her white gaze from the world about her. The coyote did not seem phased by the voicing of her pack, and this gave her hope for the relationships between Dahlia and Inferni. If the youth, who were the future, were as accepting and open as this bright mind, perhaps there would be peace after all. While the warrior did yearn for war and conflict deep within, she knew the importance of patience, respect, and peace. And so she spoke sincerely. She was honored to share the presence of he who would one day lead or help lead the efforts of Inferni. The warrior bowed her head in greeting, as if she were required to do so because of the recently given name. “de le Poer? Are you related to Gabriel?” Perhaps it was an obvious question. She had never met the leader of Inferni and knew him only by name. Perhaps it was hopeful that this boy was his son, if he were, even more so than she had initially believed.
“Apprentice warrior and medic—I’m impressed,” the warrior pressed with a smile, and she was impressed that this boy had taken up that art that she found so pulchritudinous. It would indeed be useful and to his advantage to be both things. Cwmfen only had a basic understanding of the uses of herbs, and that information had kept her alive so far. To be a master in both fields would be more than impressive. “How far are you in your training?” She wondered how far he had disciplined himself, and if his mind was disciplined as well. The female wondered, too, who was training the boy, but perhaps it would be impolite to ask so much in this first meeting. “Perhaps we shall spar together sometime.” The prospect of building interpack relations with a boy so young may have been laughable to some, but the warrior did not underestimate the power of youth and their growing minds.
The female looked out at the world as the male spoke. The contrast between the life that flourished out there and the death upon which she stood was juxtaposing, a sure reminder of what the wrath of nature could do—or the wrath of any creature, she supposed, for it occurred to her then that the fire that had consumed this great mountain may not have been of natural causes. But such things were in the past, and now she felt that life surely pulsing beneath the ashes, and she smiled. “Yes, I suppose it will be.” The alto melody was quiet with approval. The young coyote’s metaphore was quite appropriate, and the female, who lived in a world interpreted by such symbolism, found the boy’s mind to be quite keen. It would be like spring—a rebirth after death. Like the phoenix from the ashes a forest would once again rise from these ashes upon which she stood.
“It’s an honor, Ezekiel de le Poer,” the warrior replied as she tore her white gaze from the world about her. The coyote did not seem phased by the voicing of her pack, and this gave her hope for the relationships between Dahlia and Inferni. If the youth, who were the future, were as accepting and open as this bright mind, perhaps there would be peace after all. While the warrior did yearn for war and conflict deep within, she knew the importance of patience, respect, and peace. And so she spoke sincerely. She was honored to share the presence of he who would one day lead or help lead the efforts of Inferni. The warrior bowed her head in greeting, as if she were required to do so because of the recently given name. “de le Poer? Are you related to Gabriel?” Perhaps it was an obvious question. She had never met the leader of Inferni and knew him only by name. Perhaps it was hopeful that this boy was his son, if he were, even more so than she had initially believed.
“Apprentice warrior and medic—I’m impressed,” the warrior pressed with a smile, and she was impressed that this boy had taken up that art that she found so pulchritudinous. It would indeed be useful and to his advantage to be both things. Cwmfen only had a basic understanding of the uses of herbs, and that information had kept her alive so far. To be a master in both fields would be more than impressive. “How far are you in your training?” She wondered how far he had disciplined himself, and if his mind was disciplined as well. The female wondered, too, who was training the boy, but perhaps it would be impolite to ask so much in this first meeting. “Perhaps we shall spar together sometime.” The prospect of building interpack relations with a boy so young may have been laughable to some, but the warrior did not underestimate the power of youth and their growing minds.