i can feel the millennia of wisdom which weighs upon your shoulders, dear canine companion. if you will humor a simple merchant such as i: what stories do you have to share?
A HUNDRED SUMMERS BLOOM AND BLINK and then, just like that, they are gone again. and now it is cold and lonely, the land itself swept up by a northern chill that coils itself around the earthly bones of the world. seasons change but she does not, not truly, not in the way all things wither and die, how green turns into gold and then brown. her heart sings different songs, her body flickers between shapes like a firecast shadow and yet … yet she is still here. she will always be here.
❛ i have a tale of a sparrow’s daughter. ❜ the white - wolf answers, her charcoal eyes gleaming like pearled dew in the morning. she is quick to reply this time, almost eager. he would be correct in that a being as mighty as she would hold all the secrets of the stars and beyond. upon blinking once, she continues her tale :
❛ she laughed and sang and skipped, and eventually she spread her wings and flew up high, much to her father’s woe. tragedy struck when she was caught by a wicked woman, who threatened to silence her forever. ❜ with a shake of her silver mane, a small smile spread across beastly lips. ❛ but the daughter escaped her cage and she flew high and home to her beloved father. ❜