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krwordgazer wrote: a fox a dagger a romantic gift a thunderstorm a family member a necklace In the distance, lightning split the skies; and for a brief moment, night turned to day, as the bright bolt ripped through the heavens and struck the ground somewhere far away. The rolling thunder soon roared after it, its angry cry rattling the world. In that flash of light, two who had remained hidden in the treetops, saw who they had been following. “There he is,” Shadow whispered, pointing from the safety of the trees. “That’s the one.” Wildthorn followed Shadow’s finger tip and saw a tall, muscular human walking out of the woods, with a dead fox slung over his shoulders. “He’s the human’s main hunter?” “It would seem so,” Shadow nodded. “I have been watching the humans, trying to learn their tongue. And this one,” again he pointed, “seems to be the one that does the majority of hunting. And as far as I can tell, he’s doing some kind of test for one of the women in his tribe, to earn her favor.” “Why do you say that?” Wildthorn asked, looking around, rapidly losing interest in the human hunter. “Because he’s hunted everything from fox to rabbit, and everything in between,” Shadow said. “Nothing big. Nothing for feasting. And always just one.” “I will never understand your interest in these humans,” Wildthorn shrugged. “They’re uninteresting and an ugly lot. You’re better off studying the trolls that live beneath us, than these round ears.” “Speaking of the trolls,” Shadow looked at Wildthorn. “Aren’t they supposed to be done with your dagger?” Shadow’s lips turned into a coy smile, “Since, you know, you lost your previous one, trying to fish?” Wildthorn raised an eyebrow. “Laugh now. Just remember I am your chief!” “And an excellent one,” Shadow smirked, and leaped down from the tree, followed by Wildthorn. “It wasn’t my fault,” Wildthorn said, following behind Shadow. “I didn’t see that branch over the river.” Shadow shook his head. “Maybe next time, stop staring at my sister?” “But did you see her when she came out of the water? Her hair was,” Wildthorn began to explain. “I don’t need to hear it,” Shadow said, looking at Wildthorn. “I am more than certain I don’t look at my sister the same way you do.” “Shame, because she really does have nice,” Wildthorn began. “Enough,” Shadow growled playfully. Inside the troll cave, they were greeted by Trollhammer; a troll who stood out far above the rest. Gifted with an amazing skill at the forge, matched only by his manners; something lacking in the other trolls. “Here,” Trollhammer said, handing over a gleaming dagger. “A fine replacement for your previous one, Wildthorn.” Wildthorn held the blade in his hand and swung it around. “Flawless,” he whispered. “And so light.” Trollhammer smiled. He always enjoyed hearing how others appreciated his work on the forge. “And if you could, could you give this to your sister, Shadow?” Trollhammer handed him a bracelet, forged in gleaming silver, with hearts made of fine, red, shimmering rubies inside of it. “It is … a gift for her.” “You don’t happen to have a thing for our Purespring, do you?” Wildthorn asked, raising an eyebrow. This had not been the first gift that Trollhammer had given Purespring. Trollhammer did not answer, but instead handed Wildthorn a necklace, where a green, emerald, shaped much like a sharp thorn, hung. “This is for you, as well, chief. A thorn, like your name. Bright, like you.” Wildthorn took the necklace and put it on. It was a perfect fit, and the only weight seemed to be the stone itself. The metal seemed a light as a feather. “Thank you, Trollhammer,” Wildthorn said, touching the thorn shaped gem. He had already forgotten his previous question, just as Trollhammer had expected. Shadow shook his head. He wasn’t sure what to make of Trollhammer’s affection for his sister; but he was harmless. Always treated her with tender care. His Soul-Brother, the Chief – Wildthorn – clearly had developed feelings for Purespring as well, though, those seemed strictly physical. “Come on hair brain,” Shadow said, tugging on Wildthorn’s blond hair. “Let’s see if you can still fish with your new dagger.”