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When Paul-who-isn't-his-father and Jaelle-who-isn't-his-mother die, Kevin dan Davor of the andain has been around twelve years old for going on twenty-five years.

He doesn't know where to go at first. He has always had a home, before. He stays in the cottage for a month, feeling lonely. He considers seeking out his mother, but he suspects that wouldn't help with the loneliness. So instead, he does the next-best thing to seeking out his father, and goes out to the steppes to find the Dalrei.

Kevin likes the Dalrei, and they like him. Ivor dan Bannor is long dead, but Levon dan Ivor remembers Kevin's father well, and welcomes him in Davor's name. Kevin learns to hunt elkor with reasonable skill - and if he sometimes runs with the elkor as one of them, he makes sure not to do it on days when anyone is hunting.

"This life suits you," says Levon after a year, pleased to be doing well by his old friend's son. "You've been growing."

Kevin looks around fifteen, now. He can ride with the warriors, though he is still more a child than not, and not let to do anything to dangerous. This suits Kevin perfectly well; he has no urge to prove himself. There's no rush. He is andain, and he has time.

He has time, but his friends do not. The boys who learned to hunt elkor along with him grow, and keep growing, and marry, and have children. Kevin stays slim and beardless and likeable and free of responsibility. A few years pass, and he rides with a new crop of youths. Another few years go by. Another set of boys grow up, and Kevin does not. Levon dies, and his son, who once helped Kevin to smuggle a skunk into the shaman's bedroll, succeeds him.

The Dalrei know what Kevin is. They don't question his youth. Kevin doesn't question it either. He is surrounded by people; he enjoys his life, mostly. He doesn't know what more to ask for.

All the same, for reasons he can't name, he finds himself running more with the elkor, these days, than with the hunts.

Date: 2010-01-24 05:30 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf teeth)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
There is a difference between running with the hunts and running from the hunts.

The elkor know this very well.

It is one reason why the approach of the wolves sends them bounding away across the steppes.

Survival is a strong motivator.

And the wolves are hungry --

Or so it would seem.

Date: 2010-01-24 05:58 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf teeth)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Were there any Dalrei present to watch the fleeing of the herd, they might notice something strange.

The wolves prey on neither the weak nor the young, but instead swiftly and skillfully arrow toward one young buck.

And that one they separate from the herd, driving him ever onward, toward the forest.

He has a long, long way to go.

Date: 2010-01-24 06:29 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (business as usual)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Right has little to do with it -- from a certain point of view.

The wolves speed up, two of them leaping ahead of the pack to nip at Kevin's heels.

It should serve to drive him to the right, into a clearing where --







The pursuit abruptly stops.

It may be possible to blame the presence of the Wolflord in said clearing for that.

More than possible, even.

"Kevin, son of Ceinwen, sister to my father, I bid you welcome. Your escort did not harm you overmuch, I may hope."

Date: 2010-01-24 06:47 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan merely raises one eyebrow, winter-grey gaze cool and assessing.

"Were you more aware of what you are, you should have had little to fear from my wolves. But you are, in your way, more elkor than andain. Should you prefer it remain so?"

He doubts it. He doubts it, indeed.

Date: 2010-01-24 07:00 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
"Oh, I doubt that. Your guardians were many things, but they were also human, and only that. You are nothing of the sort, just as I am."

He says it so casually, as if it is only simple fact, the most basic of truths.

And for andain, it is.

Date: 2010-01-24 07:14 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
"Is it not? How many generations have you seen pass by? How many more will you see before your time in this world is over and done? Think you that such things leave no mark, that any creature in the world might see centuries pass and remain as all the rest?"

Would Kevin, in fact, compare a man and a mayfly?

Or a man and a monkey, as some worlds' science would have it?

Date: 2010-01-25 02:33 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
"There is a difference between knowledge and comprehension."

And between comprehension and understanding.

"And you have too little experience with what you are to have overmuch grasp on either."

Date: 2010-01-25 02:55 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan merely arches his eyebrow again, higher this time.

"Choose to come with me, then, and you will find out."

Some answers cannot be so easily given.

It is a lesson all children must learn -- and not only children, either.
Edited Date: 2010-01-25 03:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-01-25 03:30 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (GIDEON WOLFE)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
"Very well, then."

He reaches out and rests one hand on Kevin's shoulder. The other he lifts over his heart, sketching a complicated gesture in the air. The world begins to fade out around them -- or is it the other way around?

"This will be nothing like what you're used to."

And as everyone knows, the reason the Wolflord is so convincing is that he has very little need to lie.

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