It was a peaceful day in the Sodanryn Forest, much like every other day since he'd arrived here from the other side of the continent. It was cool in the shade of the trees, and several small animals had gathered around him as he sat on a rock near a stream to rest. Many seemed to be on edge, with some of the more skittish creatures taking cover under his ornate robes.
"What's got you so frightened, little ones?" he asked, voice as sot as the breeze that ruffled his feathers and hair. One of the braver hares replied, its paws on his knee, and spoke back with a voice only a kelahati could understand.
He gave a thoughtful nod as he listened, and finally gave a nod in understanding. "So a new hunter has come to this part of the woods?" He gently scratched the hare between the ears and continued, "I'm very sorry for you all, but they need to eat, just as you do. It's a part of life."
The man leaned back to peer through the crowns of the trees above, peering through the leaves at the clouds rolling by without a care in the world. "Perhaps a song will ease your troubles, friends."
And he began to sing, his voice resonating as though the world around him were built to carry the tune of his somber melody.
"Ubi cogitantur discrepant
mea deteriorem rea theologiae
argumentis denegassem
Facturum via ope sit
diversas tollitur ibi
periculi formalis
Diversi apertum clarius
nos aliquid nunquid sed tur rea"
The very air around him seemed to shimmer as he sang magic into the world, and his voice continued to echo through the forest long after he finished singing, filling the air with an eerie whisper of song.
"What's got you so frightened, little ones?" he asked, voice as sot as the breeze that ruffled his feathers and hair. One of the braver hares replied, its paws on his knee, and spoke back with a voice only a kelahati could understand.
He gave a thoughtful nod as he listened, and finally gave a nod in understanding. "So a new hunter has come to this part of the woods?" He gently scratched the hare between the ears and continued, "I'm very sorry for you all, but they need to eat, just as you do. It's a part of life."
The man leaned back to peer through the crowns of the trees above, peering through the leaves at the clouds rolling by without a care in the world. "Perhaps a song will ease your troubles, friends."
And he began to sing, his voice resonating as though the world around him were built to carry the tune of his somber melody.
"Ubi cogitantur discrepant
mea deteriorem rea theologiae
argumentis denegassem
Facturum via ope sit
diversas tollitur ibi
periculi formalis
Diversi apertum clarius
nos aliquid nunquid sed tur rea"
The very air around him seemed to shimmer as he sang magic into the world, and his voice continued to echo through the forest long after he finished singing, filling the air with an eerie whisper of song.
