Chapter 1d- The Druid of Annwyn
After Glenna left, a breeze picked up and blew cool air off of the Ocean of Ahti. Janaspi and Poma opened the windows so that the moist air would cool the room. Summerset spent the rest of the day laying on the bed counting the hours as one by one his ladies came over to lay down with him and snuggled up before taking cat naps. At agonizing length the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon and Summerset rose up to watch it. Janaspi, ever alert to his slightest movement, crawled off the bed and padded over to the balcony and slid one arm around his waist. With the vacancy of his warmth the others roused and they were quickly joined by Poma and the rest. Together, they all watched the sun descend into the waves of the ocean in a flaming red fireball that lit up the sky in a myriad of colors.
"Only a few more hours now," Summerset mumbled to no one in particular.
"Yes my lord," Janaspi answered though she knew he required no answer.
"Have you had any visions since the last one," He asked as he turned to admire her profile.
She turned, and with bright blue eyes, she smiled up at him. They almost glowed, as if they were soaking up all of the remaining light in the sky around them as she whispered, "No my lord."
Searching her eyes for knowledge. Following every curve and edge of her face, he admired the arc of her brow, her long thick lashes to the fullness of her cheekbones. The lovely sweep from her cheekbones to her jaw. The squared off edges of her jaw below her long, pointed, white ears with furry white tufts on the tops and back, but were soft pink skin inside. He loved the way her ears twitched when she was annoyed, or when she was excited. The way that she laid her ears back and he could trace the lines from the points of her ears to jaw and then to her chin in the straight lines of a V; and he loved the way her nose was wide across the bridge, but small and turned up at the tip, and he especially loved her wide, plump, pink mouth.
Leaning in he kissed her because he couldn't refuse himself the pleasure of the caress of her mouth on his lips. When he withdrew she sighed, and he grinned as he requested, "Please, tell it to me again..."
"Of course my love," She sighed into his mouth before stepping back and reigning in her growing desire, "The vision begins with the full moon high in the night sky filled with twinkling stars. Beneath its glory the Guardian of a dying land sits upon a high outcropping with a tall tree at his back. Upon the outcropping and surrounding him and the tree is fertile ground, sharp jagged rocks are just below, and curving around the out cropping and the jagged rocks is a babbling brook. The Guardian is the Lion of Luama. He has dark brown fur and a platinum mane. Without despair for the death around him, he confidently lifts his head to roar at the beaming light of the moon. The fertile earth rumbles, causing spiders to crawl out from beneath the rocks. The tree shakes and ten birds take flight. The babbling brook sings, and three sirens join its song. A great wind blows in from the west and clashes with the breath of the east. A great tempest ensues and carries a spider, an eagle, a siren, and the Guardian's mighty roar up to the moon. The Moon for her part begins to weep and sheds three Tears that fall upon the forest. The Guardian charges forth and quickly acquires the first two of the Tears, but the third is hidden away by the forest."
"Tell me again, my lovely Janaspi, what is the meaning of the vision?" He asked for the hundredth time since she told him of it years ago.
"My Lord, the full moon is the Goddess Seline, and the Guardian is you. The dying land is House Vale. With confidence my Lord roars out to the gods in his efforts to heal his family, and the goddess Seline hears you, but not just her. The earth is Gaia and in her trembling those that worship the Spider will venture forth from the rocks. The tree is Lauma and she shudders, and in doing so the daughters of the Eagle will be displaced from their homes. The water is Amphitrite and she will sing, and along with her daughters. This is the meaning of the spiders, the eagles, and the sirens. All three are tests, but are not for you. Rather they are reserved for the Champion that is to come. The west wind is Zephyra, and in her excitement she will cause only calamity until she is tamed, but she, as they all do, supports the Guardian and makes certain his plea is heard. Seline does hear, and is moved to shed three Tears. Each a Daughter of the Moon; the Shaman, the Priestess, and the Messenger. With the retrieval of the first Tear a healing of the land will begin. Upon gathering of the second Tear fate is sealed and a Champion for Seline will be born, the likes of which has never been seen before. The third Tear will remain hidden from the Guardian for she is meant for the Champion. Of the two Tears that you gather my lord, the first is me, the second is Glenna Moonlilly, and the third is hidden..."
"I understand Glenna since she is a priestess of Seline being one of the Tears," Summerset said as he mulled over the riddle, "But I don't understand why you are? I have never seen you act as a shaman."
"My Lord, my mother is the shaman of our tribe and I was raised from birth to be one as well. I have simply never had any reason to use it since I became your mate. Also, you well know that the Primes do not worship the gods exclusively," She chided mildly. She loved him dearly, but sometimes even him, with as open minded as he was, he still had to have the obvious pointed out, "Kainda and Wyeth for example, their tribes worship Gaia. Fahlene and Nephele's tribes worship Zephyra. Poma and Urielle's tribes worship Lauma, and I along with all my tribe worship Seline."
"So do all of the Animal tribes worship one of these four goddesses," Summerset asked, feeling naïve that he hadn't seen the correlation before.
"Yes, I believe we do, and others," Janaspi answered with a nod.
"So, how do you know you are one of Seline's Tears?" He asked as he slowly ran his fingers through the fur on her lower back.
She answered with a shrug and then leaned into him and mumbled it into his chest, "I just know. It's hard to explain. It's like knowing that you are female, or male. Or like knowing who you are. Though I was surprised when I also knew Glenna was a Tear as soon as I met her, and yet, she doesn't seem to know what she is yet..."
"Hmm," He grunted as he stood there with his women and watched the final rays of the day's light sink below the horizon. Giving Janaspi a squeeze in one arm and Urielle in the other. He accepted their attention as they leaned in and gave him persistent kisses, however, before it turned into more he stepped back and turned away and beckoned despite dejected sighs, "It's time to get ready to head to Tungl Maerborg, and we must all dress for the occasion!"
