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krwordgazer wrote: A surprise A headache Lots of food Contact (between two people) Compassion An amulet or talisman ______________________________________________________________________ “I don’t like it, Sire,” Talon said as he paced back and forth. His unique coloring of eyes, one blue, one green marked him as someone who was destined for greatness; according to what the Pridewalkers believed. They believed the blue eye represented the sky; while the green eye represented the world; and that one day Talon would see through both eyes and be gifted with a vision of the High Ones. Talon was the son of Lionheart, Sire of the Pridewalkers. Branchsnapper whose sandy blond hair fell over his eyes, nodded in agreement. “I must side with your son, Sire. These new comers bring with them trouble. In the short time they have been here, they have upset the balance we have held with the newly arrived humans. And now we must deal with these elves?” “Their wolves are also upsetting the pride of lions,” Goldmane added, her soft voice matching the soft tones of her blond hair, and lightly colored green eyes. Hammerfang shook his head at the others. His blond hair and hazel eyes were piercing, like the sword he had strapped to his back. “You would turn away our own kind?” Shadestrike looked to her brother, Hammerfang, and nodded. “Where is your compassion? Your reactions surprise me. These plains are large. We can easily share with our brothers and sisters. There is plenty to hunt. Plenty of food. We never believed the day that we’d find others; that we’d make contact with other elves. That time has finally come and you would turn them away? Some of them ride wolves; yes, they upset the lions; but there’s room for them to live. Some of them – from what they say – are direct children of the High Ones. Listen to yourselves!” She shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. She took a deep breath and stroked the talisman she wore around her neck. It had been her mother’s and during times of stress, she often stroked it and recalled the soothing words of her mother, long since gone. Spearclaw smiled. “There’s some I wouldn’t mind getting between the furs.” His long brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that reached the middle of his back; his green eyes were like sparkling gems. “Especially that fiery one that stood up and barked the command to the other two males to restrain the chatty one.” Dawneyes, whose golden colored eyes, reflected the dawn itself, shook her head. “Is that all you ever think of, Spearclaw?” “Not all the time,” Spearclaw shrugged. “Sometimes I think of you instead of her. But not very often.” Dawneyes simply shook her head. In truth, while Spearclaw would roll in the furs with anything that had a hole in it; male, female, or otherwise; there was a sense of jealousy that a female from an outside tribe was now invading her territory. She briefly wondered if the rest who felt this resentment of the new arrivals also felt as she did; but were finding other excuses to dislike them. Snowcloud, named after the white color of her hair, and the bouncy texture of it, was silent. If she had any thoughts, she kept them to herself; as she often did. Clearwater, however, stood up, her light blond hair, reminded most of pure rays of the morning sun, captured and made into strands of hair, while her ice blue eyes were clear, to the point of almost being white. “Sire, I beg that you see the logic of letting them stay with us. There is much we can learn from them. Especially if some of them are the direct Children of the High Ones.” Mountainheart, approached the others. “I have listened to them.” “And?” Lionheart asked his brother. Mountainheart shook his head; his massive black hair, a powerful mess of woven hair and braids; his black eyes were grim. “Some of them are indeed Children of the High Ones. They even know where the Palace is.” “What?” Talon stood. “They must be lying!” “No,” Mountainheart shook his head. “They did not know I was there. They were talking amongst themselves. There was no reason to lie. Apparently the one called Shadow was the Chief of the ones who ride the wolves; they were on a quest to find other Elves. They stumbled upon the Children of the High Ones, who were fleeing from trolls. Savage trolls. The riders of the wolves saved them. But were forced to flee because the trolls out numbered them. They want to find more elves. Recruit them. And return to the Palace to reclaim it.” … TO BE CONTINUED?