Craig watched Peg's actions, and if he seemed disturbed it did not show. he had seen to much, done to much, to argue with something he did not understand. He was no wolf, but his soul was that of an animal far older. The Primal Wild picked its scion's in a mysterious way. Touching them and summoning them to the stone tower, pushing their minds and bodies to embrace the animal instinct that lay beneath the surface. Some where more feral, in touch with their beast in an intimate embrace of understanding. others sought the spirits, the knowledge of ancient beings that had once been the guides of all.<br/><br/>Craig was a child of this world, and was not on his first time here. He did not understand that, did not understand the province of time or of lives before this one, but every one of Peg's words rang true. He looked at her, looked at her with different eyes , eyes the color of steam pebble blue and from another time.<br/><br/><em>Your wounds are not right, there is no scar from the silver arrowhead in your shoulder.</em><br/><br/>He shook his head as if clearing cobwebs, wondering why he just had said that. She had no scars from arrows, there was a bullet in the other side of her body. He was confused for a moment before speaking again.<br/><br/><em>Peg.. I .. I am a Shaman.. but it is more than this. I.. we are called Shaman,but we are the children of something far older, all of my kind. You have heard of us in myth. and in stories.  The vizars to kings, the hidden hermits of old. You may know of Myrrdin from where you are from. Some stories are true.</em><br/><br/>He set the mostly eaten prime rib and potato in front of peg, almost as an offering, something saying it was the right thing to do. He moved away from her , standing in the middle of the room and then he undressed. he stood before her nude, bare, and then looked at her.<br/><br/><em>And now you should see me.</em><br/><br/>Craig released his full nimbus, the echo of the waves of the surf rushing through the room as if to sweep them all away, water began to ebb beside his feet and the sounds of waves crashed around him. His hair flew in salt water spray and he stood unmoving, as Neptune himself might have stood. As he flared the nimbus, letting her see him as he was, he then cast the sight of the life, his mage sight upon her. letting her see the arcs of energy and life that pushed and pulled around his body. The flare of a child of the stone, the shaman, the primal wild made manifest and real.<br/><em><br/>I am a will worker Peggerty, a shaman of a tradition older than any country on the Earth. And yet.... I know I am something else, but I do not know what. And until today, I had never realized it.</em><br/><br/>He quenched the nimbus, the room was unchanged, the salt of the air still hung heavy before vanishing, the water that had soaked the carpet now gone. He pulled his shorts back to his body... leaving the shirt cast aside.<br/><em><br/>And now we both know who and what we are now</em><br/><br/>he thought about that word.../now.?/ Why now, what did he mean when he said that. He sat down, and he looked at the Irakka before him, unsure of what to say next.<br/><br/>