<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nilteni, Astrid<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Skrida laughed again. This new girl would be fun to have around the forge on a regular basis. He had a feeling she would fit right in to the teasing camaraderie that he and Mikla shared. It was a relief, for if she was to be around frequently he wouldn't wish for her to be sour about her situation. In fact, as he offered to show her to the forge, he took great relief in her sweet reply. Yes, she would fit in.<br/><br/>He began walking toward the forge, trusting that Astrid and Nilteni would follow along. "It is lovely, and a good reason to be quiet. Though hopefully you'll find your tongue soon." Skrida winked at her to show that he was merely joking. Nilteni's body soon found it's way between himself and Astrid, and Skrida reached out to reflexively bury one hand once more into warm fur. "And of course. I'm here to help with whatever you need." As usual, his smile was blindingly bright and genuine, filled with the sort of warmth that made others think of home.<br/><br/>Soon they'd reached the warm doorway to the forge. "My dearest forge, how I've missed you," Skrida murmured, eagerly walking through the door and stomping to rid his boots of the snow. "Come in, it's a far sight warmer in here than anything you'll find out there.<br/><br/>[continued in Skrida's Forge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178684.msg8680403#msg8680403)]<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Zhergan<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Near Shaman House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Be scowled at so by Zhergan made Ts'itu remember her days as a naughty pup. Oh the questions she'd thrown at him back in those days. Rarely though had he given her the look that he was giving her now, and she scowled right back at him. She'd tried to learn the runes, but never had the knack. The spirits chose to work through her in other ways and she would not apologize for that. Yet she was grateful that he was there to make up for that deficiency.<br/><br/>Even if his words did make her shake with something other than exhaustion. Uniting the tribes by ferocity had been attempted before, and only rarely had it worked. Some whispered of the Wolf Who Would Devour the World, and though the tribes might follow such a being there was none within the Nadaecki who would dare claim such a title for themselves. Her sage had just offered an impossible problem with an impossible solution, exactly as he usually did. Only this time the results would be deadly serious.<br/><br/>Ts'itu swallowed and ran a hand through her hair. He stood before her, runes swept away. The cries of ravens filled her ears and her shoulders hunched up by her ears, as if she might keep them out through sheer force of will. His last words seemed to bounce around her skull, long after he'd gone into the Shaman House. What reply could she have given him, she wondered, what words or deeds might provide solution to these omens he'd given? Swallowing, she pushed herself to her feet and headed for the Alpha House. She had much to consider.