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Windborn Reflections
~~ Quuthyr ~ ~ ~




Before Yento

Many moons have come and gone, many seasons passed.. Many times the world has frozen and thawed to bloom anew.. Long I have followed the flow of life, seeking to do what I can to aid sopir and nogdi alike who cross my path.. I am Quovvorn, it is my duty to tend to the physical and spiritual both.. Several ahmnit have joined me for a time as I walk the world, often sopir, but one nogdi as well.. I took him for yento and welcomed his aid, but he was not as I believed.. A warrior yes, but preoccupied with things of civilization, unable to separate his city self from the one he shared with me for a time. Eventually he could no longer ignore the call of the nogdi mortar and stone and he left my company, leaving me a small direction box to remember him by.

Yento

The yento spirit is unmistakeable. Yento are strong of spirit, steadfast in the midst of storm, hard against those who bring rage, soft toward those who need reassurance, rigid in their duties and flexible when the unexpected comes to pass. A yento is one of the greatest boons of nature, that a spirit of such vitality will offer its claws and its heart to the quovvorn seila is a treasured happenstance. ..so many times I have heard those words, held them deep within. Many ahmnit have come to me, and I have known more sopir than I can yet recall, I have seen those who share traits with yento but never one in truth. ..never until now. I had been long without ahmnit, too long and I had begun to wonder. A quovvorn seila between ahmnits is still quovvorn, a quovvorn seila without.. if an ahmnit does not come then I do not know what it means, but it cannot bode well for the quovvorn. It had been long, too long, and I had begun to despair when my yento ahmnit came to me. He was the first wolf to do so and he was large, almost greater than a bear in size, brutal and powerful but wounded and in need, as is always the way. He refused me at first, but he spoke the nogdi tongue, I think it tainted his sopir spirit slightly, though his instincts remain strong. A few brief suns were all it took to win him over and I learned that he carried a great pain, a nogdi pain of the heart which held him back. Once he took to me he devoted himself fully as is the sopir way, without reservation.

Words

"A bitter night bites deeper when you are used to warmth than if all you have known is cold." "A predator is still a creature to respect.." she strokes the dark wolf's head with a slight smile as she speaks. "Even if it chooses to be tame, that does not make it docile.." "I know Yento.. but in the dream.. I am the dream, I cannot be hurt, I cannot be unmade.." "I am a fragile flower and you are a stallion. Between the two, the stallion wins.. if we run together, will I not be trampled?"

Talk of Things Past

She sighs and nods. "I will tell you a story Vangear.. A child is born one wintry night. A girl child with almost no hair enters the world beneath the sign of the sky maiden. She was a quiet child, closer to her yenta guardians than her parents, and when she was half grown she left the village with one of the yenta, an old badger who began her true education. Her yenta led her far from her home through the forests and into the mountains, she grew like a reed, straight and tall, but also wary, silent and passive. In time her yenta died and she wept. For a week she was alone in the wilderness before her first ahmnit came to her. He was soft and warm and strong for her, tufted ears and bob short tail. He led her from the wilderness of childhood into her true self." She falls silent for a time. "Is this what you wished to hear?" He ponders her words for a moment. "Hmm... you sound like it pains you to speak of it... if it troubles you we'll speak of it no more. I was just curious, its who I am. But yes... thank you." "There is not pain.. nor trouble. Why would there be? It is only what was, there is no other way to say it. The path life will take is ever shifting, but once it has been set it remains." "I don't know... you just seem so... cold... emotionless when you speak of your past... Are you that distant from your own people?" He looks at Quuthyr questioningly. She cocks her head at you. "Of course I am distant from my people. They live far from here, and I have not seen them since my yenta led me to the forest.." "Are you that emotionally distant from your own past as well? You seem like it means nothing but something that has happened and you haven't grown from it... Do you separate yourself now from yourself then so much that you can be that distant from yourself?" She is quiet for a time before she answers. "I am sorry. I have never spoken of these things. Perhaps I have not been clear.." She ponders for a moment. "There is a great gulf between the child I was and the woman I am now. I was just a young pup then, and that pup has since grown into a bird. Of course the bird remembers being a pup, but she does not go back to walking on the land, nor wagging her tail feathers. Just as a pup does not leap into the air and soar away." Her eyebrows lift softly. "That is the difference between what I was and what I am.. I shall always remember who I was, but I cannot help but be who I am now, the world needs me and it demands my time."

Quinn

Sopir, and yet nogdi.. Nogdi, and yet sopir. Thus is my perplexion in regard to Quinn. Nearness to a subject distorts the vision minutely as a rule.. never before has it abandoned me entirely. I believed at first that it was perhaps the case that a greater vision had occluded that which should have shown him to me, creating a void which I could not pierce. A definite conclusion yet eludes me however and I am left to wonder on a great many things. But never his devotion. That he has proven irrevokably and continues to do so every sun.. He was, as is always the way, in need when he came to me, though that which gripped him was a force with which I was unfamiliar, just as he himself is. His is a potent spirit within an equally potent form. Broad and thickly muscled, strength and determination chisled into his very being. And yet permeated with kindness, he is soft and nurtures my spirit in a way no other has. My vision had grown severely clouded in regard to my own self, so many years in its growth that I could not see it forming nor did I suspect its presence. Quinn has pierced the swath upon my eyes and shown my true self to me.. and hers is a face I love and for many many seasons have ached to see again.

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