Legends of Belariath

Inria Weatherlight

Fox Moon

The moon was full when the screams of the freshly delivered newborn were heard for the first time. Mother and midwife stood together, smiling both vulpines happy to see the newborn. The three tailed vulpine woman, newly mother, smiles then the door opens and the dirty grey furred head of a male vulpine peeks in. He smiles, then stepping in under the protest of the midwive, a red furred one of great age and knowledge, yet she falls silent as the shamane enters more. He hugs his wive and with wide wondering eyes he looks at his daughter, not daring to touch the fragile little being. “Take her into your arms Briar, she is your daughter..” The exhausted mother speaks to her husband. He gives a panicked glance and wants to open his mouth to reply yet finds it hold shut by a red and grey furred vixen. “Just do it...I need to rest...” He looks at his wife and hugs her tight then carefully and under the guide of his wife picks up the tiny bundle of the yet naked vulpine. Tiny fingers reach out for hold, as he picks up Inria, thats the name the newborn has gotten. Both father and mother are smiling and soon all three of the family are seen sleeping in the big bed.Its been a couple of years since the little vulpine has been born. She grew to a vulpine girl with grey fur, always curious, restless and mischievous. For her family she has been a light in the darkness that life was in the vilage where the family lived. Wolven have ever been near here, but they grew more violent with the time, raiding the vilages around the territory they deemed to be theirs. They came in packs stealing food and money where they could find. They came to catch slaves, mostly young women to keep or sell them. It was this time when the elder of the villa decided to stop this and called for arms. They would show those wolvens that they are not as weak as those beasts think they were.They were strong and the last 7 years Inria had to live without her father and prolly will have to for ever, at least until she knows how to talk to the spirits. To her mother`s pride the now 14 years old girl decided to step into the footprints of her father wishing to become a shaman. The little girl hasn't changed much except the fact she now was taught everything a house hold needed, cooking, cleaning and also how to serve food and drinks for higher stands. Also she knows how to keep records of incomes and doesn't shy away from workng on the fields. Her mother was proud of her, but also knew there wasn't much time until Inria would have to go to find herself a place in the world and gather tails before coming back to her true home and obtain her position there, just a few years left in which she has to learn.And the last few years passed faster then Inria's mother would have liked. Her 18th birthday came and the young greyfur was called to the elders.”Inria it is about time for you to leave and seek the knowledge the Lady wishes us to gather. You are about the age to go and see what you can learn in the world, find your place young vulpine.” *the elsers rose and walked away. Inria bit her lip and moved to her mother hugging her tight one last time seeking the clsoseness and warmth of her mothers form like she did this very first day when she was born, just one last time before she would go out into the world leaving her home for a long time...

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