Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 14:49:13 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C]- JP - An Answer to a Prayer
Day 3
Evening
Bohoc appeared above the lake and dove toward the water, pulling up to
skim just above the surface. He was heading toward the beach where
Andahar often found his center and his peace.
Andahar saw the fire at the same time Bohoc became aware of the other
dragon. They were not alone.
<*Someone is here.*> Andahar felt a surge of anger. This was his
place. Who would come here and why tonight?
<It is Tatezi and her rider!> Bohoc replied happily and continued on.
<*No, we should go. I do not want to be around anyone right now,*>
especially not another woman, Andahar thought.
Bohoc disagreed. Tatezi's rider might be just what his rider needed --
someone to talk with who might be able to give his rider some insight
into the women in his life.
<*Bohoc, are you listening? I do not wish to land!*>
But the green dragon had a mind of his own and settled in the sand near
the yellow dragon.
<Tatezi wishes me to join her in the lake. If you do not wish to swim,
I suggest you dismount now.>
Andahar knew better than to think his dragon was teasing, and slid
down,
grumbling something about, 'dishonorable dragon'.
The two dragons didn't give their riders a second choice as they
vanished into the dark waters of the lake, leaving Andahar to stand on
the shore of the lake with nowhere to go.
[SNIP]
Once the wood gathered and yet another set of prayers and offerings
went up
she began the long ritual of the fire and the calling of the spirits.
Tatewin called to those that laid claim to her, and pleaded with them
to
help her find her way. Lost in the moment and connected to the spirits
Tatewin did not notice.she was no longer alone.
[END SNIP]
Tatewin danced her prayer as her distress rose to the surface and she
released all the conflicting and confusing feelings. She begged,
pleaded,
bargained and demanded.
She felt her answers so near and yet..just out of reach.
She was a vision. A goddess as she danced. When Andahar had
approached,
she had been on the far side of the fire and he had not been aware of
her
state of undress, but as she had whirled around the fire, chanting and
stamping out the ritual rhythm of the dance, he had felt the spirits
attending to her. He was entranced by her motion, and could not have
turned
away, even though part of him knew he was intruding on something
private and
he should leave.
In graceful movements that ended in a spin she opened her eyes to find
herself staring at the startled face of...the young chieftain. Aware
she
was in the suit of her birth..
glistening with the heat of the fire and dance; she glanced about her
to
find that Tatezi had slipped from her spot and it appeared that his
dragon
had done so as well.
Recognizing who he was..and his status she bowed in the traditional way
and
greeted him as one hunter to another.
"Welcome Andahar of Anavasha, I welcome you to my fire."
His rational mind said, 'This is Tatewin, the young nomad woman who
recently
graduated from training.' His spiritual side thought, 'She is not of
this
earth. Gods have sent her to me. Perhaps she has answer.'
Over come by the day's events, Andahar dropped to his knees and
pleaded;
"Help me wise one, for my soul is in torment and I do not know where to
turn!"
Tatewin paused in astonishment that this young chieftain, one who
walked
with pride of who he was; who strove so hard to carry his honor with
him,
was kneeling before her! Asking her to help him!
She smiled as she felt the answer come to her. It was really simple.
The
Gods once again showed their hand in such surprising ways. For her to
find
her answers...and her place, she had to help another.
So it had always been...so it was now. Tatewin felt the calmness of
Anavasha wash over her and cleansed her mind from the doubt she had.
Perhaps he was the first of the tasks that she needed to work on.
Wasn't he Andahar of Anavasha? Hadn't Anavasha also chosen her, laid
claim
to her, with her sister of the heart Tatezi? Perhaps this was the
Goddess
speaking to her, and through this man before her.
"Rise Andahar of Anavasha.come and sit before the sacred fire." She
responded softly tapping him on his shoulder in the proper way and
waited
for him to rise and walk with her.
As if in a dream, he rose and followed her toward the fire, pulling his
own
constraining clothing off, and leaving them behind. He would go to it
and
be renewed. He knelt with her before it, and intoned the sacred ritual
of
healing, while breathing in the incense of the fragrant wood that
Tatewin
had fed to the fire. His mind felt clearer and his body relaxed as he
felt
the power of the ritual claim him.
Tatewin knelt next to him and together in harmony and a natural rhythm
they
knelt before the fire and invoked the prayers, the blessing and asked
for
the healing powers to surround them and embraced them, wa****ng them
clean of
all the worldly cares to seek to the heart of the matter.
She had to admit she reveled in the sound of his voice mingled with
hers.
SO long it had been since she had heard the male part to this ritual,
and
she fought the tears as her heart so closed for so long struggled
within to
open and rejoice at being free once again.
As she heard Andahar's voice lower and fade away...Tatewin followed
suit and
for a short while they knelt before the dwindling flames and soon all
that
one could hear was the soft deep breathing and the crackle and popping
of
the wood as the flames danced along the logs.
Tatewin glanced at Andahar as he seemed so lost deep in thought. She
knew
she should not be surprised that he was troubled..he was a chief after
all,
and carried the weight of his tribe and people with him. She reflected
on
the man she called Ah'te and the many times he went off to seek for
guidance.
She sat on her knees and heels to begin the last part of the cleansing
and
waited for him to join her.
Finally he felt that his heart was ready to receive what the spirits
wanted
to tell him, and he raised his forehead from the ground and sat back
with a
deep sigh. Opening his eyes, he looked into the fire, feeling more
relaxed
than he had in a long time.
A little doubt began to creep into his mind. He hoped he hadn't
fumbled too
badly with the words of the ritual..it had been a very long time since
he
had heard it performed and he had only invoked the Goddess with Andorra
once
before. He was thankful that Tatewin didn't seem to mind taking the
lead.
He glanced over at her and waited for her guidance.
Tatewin smiled and offered him the sacred water vessel so that he could
drink first. She did not mind offering it to him first, for one he was
a
chief, and two a guest. He had been sent here by Anavasha for a
purpose,
and so, he was the honored guest.
"Drink the healing tears of Anavasha and find solace." Tatewin
continued the
ritual and smiled as he did not hesitate but partook of the gift
offered.
She smiled as he handed her the vessel and watched as she too sipped
the
healing balm.
"We have shared the sacred fire together as it purified our hearts and
souls" she softly began. "We have shared the healing tears of Anavasha
which soothes and heals our bodies." She continued.
"Anavasha has brought us together..we are now bonded..how may I aid you
on
your path?" she asked softly.
Andahar felt the water wash away his final inhibition, and knew that
the
ritual had been completed satisfactorily. Now he could voice his
concerns
and hope that the wisdom the Goddess gave to Tatewin would no be
something
too difficult for him to follow. Sometimes the Goddess could be very
demanding. With only a little trepidation he began:
"I wonder..I need to know..if I should find home other than Cleft..."
Just
the thought of leaving Cleft made his heart ache, but the thought of
all the
problems that his going there had caused..
Though he felt accepted, and perhaps loved by Warrenlady Cynthia, he
knew
that others from the DragonLands didn't accept him or his ways. Other
Nomads had adjusted to living under their rules and were changing their
customs..why couldn't he? Was it because he wasn't meant to stay?
A surge of defiance flooded him and he straightened as he though why
did
they expect him to change? Why could he not still be who he was and
follow
his own clan's traditions and still live within Cleft? He needed an
answer,
and he hoped Tatewin would be able to help him find it; find the
Goddess'
will for him.
Tatewin blinked for a moment..why..that is what she was thinking.
But.why
would one so respected and needed feel the need to leave? She could
understand why she was not needed..but he was a chief..and had many
im****tant roles within the warren...
Then her heart sank..it had been the gift...she had dishonored him by
not
stepping forward and so he had lost his honor. She bit her lip and
wondered
if she could ever tell him.
"Why would you feel the need to leave your home? A place that needs
you..needs your abilities? A place you call home?
He looked at her curiously. "Is that how you see it? That Cleft has
need of
me? What if I told you that some at Cleft do not value what I offer?
Some
at Cleft think that I only cause division among people, nomad, and
'lander,
man and woman."
Tatewin smiled and nodded softly. "You wear many mantles and help and
train
many. With all you help.you can not be liked by all.perhaps some envy
you..your status... " she smiled hoping he would see that there was
always
this underlying problem when groups of people lived together.
"Some might envy." He nodded, thinking of someone like Feysal. "But
others
just do not understand Nomad-ways, and do not want to understand. They
want
Nomad to be more like Dragonraidah from DragonLands. But I am
Dragonraidah
from Nomad Lands! I was not raised in their ways. They do not come
easy to
me."
Tatewin smiled and nodded. She too now walked in two worlds, and some
of
the reactions she had received when returning home had bothered her.
In
fact it was the reason she pondered leaving, but she had no place to go
to,
so she stayed here, hoping for answers.
"Perhaps this is part of your path, to share our ways with those who do
not
understand..we can not change their ways..nor should we..but you walk
with
honor Andahar of Anavasha...you lead the way..by your actions..not your
tongue.."
She smiled and reached out and lightly touched his arm. "We both walk
in
two worlds with those who do not understand the.." She struggled with
the
word that would encompass the bond with their dragons.. "bond we have
with
the gift given us."
Suddenly feeling that perhaps she had crossed a line, she slowly
returned to
sitting stance and smiled at him. She looked at his features and saw
the
pain and loss mixed with the frustration and ire of not being able to
do
what everyone wished.
"You need to search within...only you know your heart..you know your
worth...it is hard to walk the path we are on. But you have Bohoc..as
I
Tatezi." She whispered the name of her heart with a deep love and
reverence
she felt.
Andahar stared into the fire and sighed. It was easy to talk to
Tatewin.
She didn't judge him and really did seem to understand.
"First I came to Cleft because of Bohoc. He wished to be with
dragon...joined dragon, not wild. I stay because Cleft became...
clan...
family."
Tatewin nodded softly as he spoke with such passion and within that
passion,
she also heard the pain of his confusion for having lost his way.
"But I am last of Anavasha! I can not let tribe die. Andorra agrees
and she
counsels me. She said it would be good to have wife. So I take Saleh,
who
tells me she is to bear my child, and she bears two sons. Only she is
dishonorable -- boys are not mine.
Tatewin nodded as she heard his anguish. It must have been hard for him
to
have been given the gift of two sons, and then to discover they were
not of
his blood. She looked deep within to reflect on what wisdom she could
impart, but found none. She looked back to him as he gazed lost into
the
flames.
She smiled. Perhaps the spirit fire would cleanse him of such wounds to
help
him return to his path. And in doing so she too would see her path as
well.
She fought the tears she felt..and turned her attention back to the
young
chief and his tale.
And I take Reain, not as slave as I could have since she already
dishonored
me, but as Chunor. She has a daughter so I know she can bear a child.
I
would make her wife if she bears me son,"
Tatewin nodded. She understood the term and need for such. She had
been
lucky and blessed for being raised in a tribe that did not use slaves.
Not
that they had not on occasion taken captives, her Ah'te always worked
hard
to get them to become part of their tribe.
" but....She does not tell me she is with child, and when I find out
from
dragon and ask her, of course she claims child is mine, but I did not
trust
her! If not for Saleh, I might have... but... I did not."
Tatewin nodded in understanding. She had seen much of such behaviors
when
growing up and was glad she had been given the chance to have her own
status
and not have to be at the whim of another.
Still, her heart ached for this young chief. He only had done the best
he
had with what he understood and knew. To have struggled for so long
with
nothing, it was not hard to see how he mistrusted everyone. He heart
sank,
for he too would call her devious woman once he found out it had been
her
who made his chieftain clothes.
She closed her eyes for a moment and knew part of her path was to make
way..to clear the old from her heart and start afresh. Somehow.she
would
have to make restitution to his honor.
But..she wondered fearfully..how?
"Now I know benna is mine. I tell her that I will claim child, even if
I
did not name her. Reain is already free, but this would restore honor
to
Reain in eye of nomad in Cleft. But is she grateful? No. She is
angry at
me. She is angry that Cynthia has daughter who is mine, who I claimed
as
mine. She talks to murad... Alania... "
He grew silent, unable to talk as his broken heart attempted to claim
his
emotions. He concentrated on the fire and kept his emotions in check.
Tatewin's eyes popped open when she heard Murad. Not just the word..but
how
he said it, like a caress. She looked at him and watched as he sat
struggling with his emotions and slowly losing the battle.
"Alania... She is from land of Dragonraidah; different from nomad
woman.
She would never be... good, submissive wife. Yet... she is all I want.
But
she wants me to give up nomad ways and be her mate. She does not
understand
honor! She thinks it is about pride and she has no use for pride.
"She does not understand that when I was taken as slave, all I had was
my
honor and pride... pride in my tribe name. Nothing else did I have
left to
me... not even my own body. But no matter how much they beat me, they
could
not take my honor from me, because I know who I am. I am Andahar of
Anavasha! I am chief of my tribe! I wear double blades of my father!"
He closed his eyes as the vision of the last time he had seen his
father
standing and fighting -- all of the men of the tribe dieing around him.
Andahar was only a young boy, but as his father fell, he ran from the
tent
where his mother tried to keep him. He ran to take the blades from his
father's dead hands. He had held them and waited to be cut down... to
die.
But the men had laughed at him and let him remain there, to watch as
they
raped and killed the rest of his tribe. When they came for him he ran.
He
hid his father's blades in the rocks, vowing to one day return for
them.
Some of the men were sent to retrieve him and took him back to begin
his
life as a slave, and it wasn't until he'd joined
with Bohoc that he had been able to fulfill his vow.
They had tried to break him, but they never had, and he had kept his
honor
and his anger hidden within. They had sold or traded his entire family
away, one by one, until only he remained, yet still he did not break
and
vowed vengeance.
When he joined Bohoc he had his means of revenge.
"To be taken as slave.to rise above all..to become chieftain in your
own
right! How did you do such great deed?" she asked in awe
"We killed them; all of them. Bohoc and I... we drove wraith into
village
and let them all die!" Andahar's eyes sparkled dangerously when he
opened
them again.
Tatewin nodded silently altho her heart was pounding. She had heard of
such
tales around the fire..and here in the Sky Spirits home she had met two
who
had dared such action to walk away with a new status.
"That must be a hard path to walk Andahar. For to do such an act..
such
rage you must carry, and yet as your swords wear2 sides so do you. Such
honor and status you carry."
He bowed his head, accepting her words of wisdom. When he raised his
head,
the look of defiance was replaced by a wistful one.
"I have been searching for family since. Only Andorra have I found."
Then
he frowned. "I though Cleft would be my family, but many here do not
understand, they want me to change who I am." The defiance was back in
his
voice as he stated firmly.
"But, I cannot. I am Andahar of Anavasha! I have done what I have
done,
and I cannot be anyone else."
Tatewin nodded slowly as she found that she had moved to be by his
side.
She placed her hand on his arm, to show him the comfort he so
desperately
needed. It tore at her heart to hear of his tale; to hear the horror
and
struggle as he fought for his rightful place.
"You are Andahar of Anavasha." She repeated simply and quietly with
deep
conviction. "You should not have to be anyone else; or what others
wish for
you." She continued.
"I understand your need to find family..to find your clan...or..." She
blushed softly. "To begin one of your own."
She sighed quietly and looked into the flames. "I can not say I
understand
completely the betrayal you have suffered, for I have not experienced
that."
She looked up into his eyes. "I see many things young chief, and I see
where at times our ways do clash in our new world. I see error on both
ends,
but they concern me not, for I am here to aide you."
His eyes held hope as he asked. "Are you able? I do not know what to
do..I
do not know if I should go? Or where I would go."
Tatewin smiled warmly. "I hope I can, but.did I not hear you say you
have 3
bahtnas? Can you walk from them?
"They are of warren. They do not need Fahteh to...protect them."
Andahar's
voice wavered slightly as he said the word for father. There was
nothing he
had wanted more when he was younger than to have a large family with
many
wives and many children. But that wasn't the way of things in the
warren.
Tatewin frowned slightly as she nodded hearing the sadness in his
voice.
"That is not so Andahar, all bahtnas need Fahteh." She whispered softly
as
she felt her throat tighten and her words catch. She took a deep breath
and
fought her tears of the memory of not having a true Fahteh...she smiled
in
reflection of the man who became her Ah'te.
She looked up at Andahar and smiled. "Your bahtnas need you; your
Murad has
need of you." Her voice cracked again. "You have many here that have
need
of you...why do you wish to leave and walk alone? When all that you
wish
for...searched for..is here?"
"HEH!" he shook his head 'no'. "They do not want or need me. Reain
hates me
and she has poisoned Alania against me. She will poison her girls
against
me. And, Warrenlady Cynthia did not want me, she wants Trevor, so Bahb
will
have Trevor. I am not needed here."
Tatewin waited for the rush of anger to flow from him. His pain was
evident
in his features; in the tone of his out cry. How did she help him?
Surly
this was a test for her to pass so that she too could learn which way
to go.
"You are wrong Andahar of Anavasha." She stated flatly. "What do you
know
of woman's heart? Or that of child who longs for Fahteh? I have seen
you
with one of your Bahtnas. Her love for you written on her face.."
Tatewin cleared her throat as she felt a sudden sense of confidence.
"As for
your Murad..if she can be poisoned against you..then perhaps she was
never
yours to begin with." She looked up and studied his features.
"I will tell you with this woman's heart. NO ONE..nothing said would
make
me change my heart!"
Andahar stared at her, surprised by her passion. Whoever won her heart
would be very fortunate. But her words rang very true - - and she was
correct that he did not know a woman's heart. He had so misjudged
every
woman that he had had relations with.
"Tell me how would I know?"
Tatewin smiled and chuckled softly. "It is gift woman gives. One that
is
earned not forced. Search your heart Andahar. Many of answers you
seek are
within."
She paused and smiled again as she heard the words she had just
counseled
him with. Sacred words spoken to her as well, she bowed her head and
sent up
silent thanks for the blessing and gift given.
"Tell me Andahar..who do you trust?"
"Trust?" That wasn't a word that he thought of often, if ever. He had
learned early to only trust himself - and Bohoc. As far as things went
he
had relied on his wing mates and partners, such as Dan'yar, and he
respected
Cynthia and her judgment. But did he 'trust' them?
"I ...do not know."
Tatewin nodded. "It is hard to trust another. I know in my heart I
trust
Tatezi, for she is my heart, my sister, my home. I can say I trust
Unci, her
wise words.. my Ah'te." She smiled and felt the tears begin to swim
with
just the saying of his name.
"I have studied you Andahar of Anavasha. I have watched you many days.
You
follow the old ways; I know measure of your heart. We shared sacred
ritual,
spoken true with one another. I can say I trust you."
Andahar felt honored at her words, and when he searched his heart, he
realized that he did trust her. Here he was sitting at her fire and
sharing
with her his most inner heart.
He had been afraid to reveal his past, perhaps afraid of how
Dragonriders
would view him and his actions after seeing their reaction to others of
his
people. He had revealed his past to very few people, and he realized
those
were the ones he trusted.
"I also, you, and...I have trusted Trevor and...Alania."
Tatewin smiled and nodded. She did not know the one name, but she knew
who
the other was.
"Then if you trust her, why are you afraid? If you trust her, should
you not
know her heart? That words of another could not take away her feelings
for
you?"
"I believe she has feelings for me, but I do not know if that is
enough.
She can not accept me or my ways. She does not like nomad traditions.
She
believes that I treat women ..wrong."
Tatewin smiled as she nodded in understanding. She had watched him
enough
to know his struggles, and part of what made him stand out was that he
refused to back down with tradition.
She pondered deeply at the only example she had ever known. Perhaps
part of
his problem was the women he chose. Certainly there were many nomads
in
Cleft and she had been deeply shocked at their wanton behavior.
Perhaps the fault lay in his wi****ng to observe and preserve the
honorable
ways of his ancestors and sadly his choices had not been raised with
the
same code of honor. She frowned slightly as she wondered if perhaps
because
of who she was or what she was she had been isolated from the women's
world
and so did not understand their ways.
She searched deeper and found Unci before her. No...Unci had honor and
understood the ways of their grandfathers. She had brought no shame to
their home. She was revered and sought for her wise council.
Tatewin smiled as she looked up into the searching features of the
young
chieftain.
"Tell me Andahar of Anavasha, How do you view women..and their sacred
role
within the tribe?"
"Women are heart of tribe." Andahar answered without hesitation. "If
they
are protected and honored, Kamiera will honor tribe and tribe will
grow."
Tatewin smiled and nodded. "Yes this is so, and yet many tribes split
off
to follow their own ways. Many tribes are not following the old ways.."
She
let her voice fade away. She knew he was im****tant within the Cleft
tribe
and warren. How did she broach the subject she wished to without
insulting
many he knew?
"You and I..were raised in old way, it is what helped you through your
trial
of tears." She began. "Many I see have not, so their women have lost
much
honor their tribe suffers, we as a people have been called to task ...I
fear
Nadusi is the consequence of the Gods."
"You say your Murad was raised different way...you say she would not be
good
submissive wife... yet you long for her. Being submissive wife is not
what
Kamiera teaches us." Tatewin softly replied yet firm in her tone.
"Unci taught me if man is honorable...protects and provides, is tender
in
his ways with children. wife, he is worthy of such respect; he should
be
shown that honor."
Tatewin studied Andahar in the low glow of the fire and watched as the
shadows danced across his features.
"Tell me Andahar of Anavasha, does your Murad show you ways of respect,
honor, her tender feelings for you?"
Tatewin's words were spoken with the authority of the ages and Andahar
believed her. He had accepted the treatment of the women that he had
witnessed in the clan that had taken him captive. Thinking back, he
realized that his own father had honored and respected his mother,
treating
her kindly, and she had shown him equal reverence.
That was the type of relation****p he wanted and Alania had been all of
that
to him..
"Tatewin, you speak with wisdom of women. But, this man does not
understand. Are you saying that if Alania does not respect me, that it
is
my fault? That I have not provided for her or shown her tenderness?
But, I
have! I have done that and more, yet she chooses to believe word of
another
over mine."
"Perhaps your Murad does not truly understand your ways. You speak
different love language. Perhaps you need to ask her what she asks of
you
to prove your love?"
"I know what she asked of me! She asks me not to take other women, as
lover
or Chunor. This I have done! But she demands that my 'love' for her
go
before my pride or my honor. This I cannot do! How can I love without
honor? Why must I prove my love? Is it not enough that I say she is
Murad?
That I love her? Why must I change?"
Tatewin smiled and nodded. "Perhaps her understanding of pride and
honor are
not as yours?" she replied gently.
"You speak different language..you carry different traditions. She
only
knows Clan by what she sees...here .." she sighed softly. "If only she
could see my clan, the people who raised me in the ways..she would
understand you. She would see what honor, and pride in who you are
would
mean."
Tatewin grew quiet for a moment and pondered. "You need to go to
her..ask
her what pride and honor mean to her. Listen to her words..perhaps
your
answer lies within her reply."
Was it really that simple? Andahar felt as if he were waking from a
dream.
Is it possible he simply didn't understand her concept of pride and
honor?
Perhaps he could help her to understand what they meant to him, and
then...then what?
That's what he'd have to see..if she could understand what it meant to
him
and could accept him as he was. He would finish his vigil here by the
holy
flames and then...in the morning...he would go to her.
"I will do as you and the goddess, direct me." Andahar answered bowing
his
head.
His answer came as quite a surprise, as the night was split by the call
of
the yellow female, as Tatezi rose from the lake, to be followed swiftly
by
the small green male.
Andahar turned his gaze from the sight of the dragons racing toward the
sky
to stare in amazement at the woman beside him. This was not the answer
he
had been expecting, but surely it was a sign from the Goddess!
Tatewin gasped as she first heard Tatezi call and the sudden flood of
desire
course through her veins. She slowly turned her head to see the look
on
Andahar's face as he too was caught by the sudden development.
She smiled, more to herself than him when she realized she had been
blessed
with the answer from the Goddess herself. She had been wondering how to
handle the next step of the ritual but it seemed the Goddess had
everything
in hand.
Being that this was Tatezi's first and Bohoc's innumerable; and that he
was
the only male dragon in reasonable distance, the chase wasn't a very
long
one. Since Tatewin and Andahar had already done the Goddess' bidding
and
came to the sacred fire in only the skin of their birth, it didn't take
the
humans long to respond to the mating of their dragons.
Tatewin welcomed Andahar into her arms as she got swept away with the
powerful avalanche of emotions and feelings. Her last conscious
thought was
overwhelming gratitude for the answer to her prayer as she surrendered
to
him.
NRPG - moving the story along and character development.
[SUMMARY]
Andahar goes to seek solace and finds another there. He recognizes it
is
Tatewin a young woman from Cleft Warren. She welcomes him to her
spirit
fire and after they perform the sacred ritual they talk. Towards the
end of
their talk, Tatezi rises in her first mating flight. Altho surprised
at
first both Andahar and Tatewin take it as a message and answer from the
Goddess.
Respectfully submitted by
Arlene Jacobs
Aka Andahar of Anavasha, Chieftain, Alpha Wingsecond, Rider of Bohoc.
&
Carys Murray
Aka Tatewin, Rider of Tatezi
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