Wolves teeth and painted thingsSummer Year 748 of the New AgeOakfern caverns, MoonpoolMaeve Maeve couldn’t take it anymore. She could stand some of the things that Morrigan would do, like scare idiot stags away and things like that. However turning things, like fish, inside out was the last straw. She’d heard of Zhaenn from a few gossipy fawns and figured that if anyone could help her Zhaenn, the herbalists apprentice, could. “Now where did they say she was again?” Maeve muttered.Zhaenn Zhaenn was just coming back from a gathering trip, she’d actually been away for a couple of days and was returning to her mentor with a pack full of useful herbs. Zhaenn loved to wander the caves that made up their home and Miurín, her mentor, had been more than willing to make use of her curiosity. Zhaenn trotted throu
Maybe we could be friends?Year 756 of the new ageSilverthorne main grazing areaMaeve POVMaeve was resting in the shade of a tree enjoying the chance to relax and recover in peace. The only thing that bothered her any was that the herd seemed to all but ignore her which wouldn’t have been too much of a problem if she didn’t have a broken rib and a neck with four neat holes in it.Quinn POVQuinn was watching the world around him, exploring what he could without being caught. He was far from home, on the opposite side of the island. It had taken him some time to get here, having left Windborne early that spring, and got there late autumn. He walked past a little doe, not paying any particular mind to her, not realizing she was there. He paused slightly to scent the wind, before heading off in a different direction.Maeve POVMaeve’s ears pricked up at the sound of something passing her. Being as jumpy as she was she immediately got up to see what or who it was.
Firelight and MemoriesWinter - Year 756 of the New AgeOakfern Territory - Ajani’s CaveAjaniHe, the large red stag, lay on the ground of his warmed cave, watching the dance of a blue flame. Ajani sighed, his breath making the flame flicker for a moment, but not die out. He stood again, watching the flame from above. It cast a strange blue light on his red dun hide, making him look far taller and mysterious. He glanced around his glowing cave, looking at the moss he had painted on the wall. His cavern was quite bright, full of paintings he’d done, and scorch marks from fires he’d set, both recently, and from long ago.He also glanced at the pool of water nearby, and using the flow of magic, he lifted some of it, extinguishing the flame. The cavern was far darker without it, though it also looked far more open, and less imposing. He looked down at the ice that had appeared from where the fire had been but a moment before...and sighed, shaking his head, his rag
Protector and Oakfern (Maeve's POV)Autumn year 756 of the New Age, near Rabbit River Maeve sometimes liked these excursions Morrigan brought her out on. They allowed her to see the world that sat just beyond the Oakfern borders without her getting in trouble with the guards or getting poisoned accidentally. Maeve rarely took note of her surroundings so it was no surprise that she didn’t see the silver bay stag until just before she reached the river. With a faint gasp she dove into cover behind some leaves. Some small part of her yearned to prove that she could defend herself but the more sensible part reminded her that if she put herself in danger the sisters would not be pleased. So she stayed in her hiding spot surely he couldn’t see her there....Right? “If you’re gonna eat me, don’t,” the stag said out loud. He'd heard her. “Or give me a three minute head start.” She had wan