wisdom-creation-guidance
Things grow ever curious as the days pass. The world is at unrest, perhaps that is why Weir too is at unrest. He's risen much earlier than usual this day, the pool of souls calls to him, whether he imagines it or not he isn't sure. He's come to enjoy this little place of quiet, the clearing hidden against brambles and bushes. It's the quietest spot in the Dale he thinks, and it is the best place for thinking.
And if you're Weir, it's a good place for talking too.
He's been having a rather nice conversation with his spirit today, and he laughs at a rather good joke they've just shared. His laughter ends quite quickly when he hears the approach of another. He shifts around the grasses and leaves, pushing through them so he can peek out and see who it is. Turns out he doesn't have to peek at anyone, a familiar voice breaks it's way through the foliage and Weir grins. Ramiel.
The King has come and he can only feel glad to have him for company at such an early hour. "Halloo Good Morning, Good Morning." He calls, shaking the bushes with his head and walking around them to greet his friend. "Ramiel, it's good to see you. To what do we owe such pleasant company?" He asks as he steps in at the grey stallions side, walking back with him to the pool.
"Strange?" He asks, dipping his head to look into the depths of the pond. "I find it less and less strange every day. Why, I see Darwin of course. Isn't he something?" Weir pauses, almost pressing his nose against the liquid surface. Weir had been terribly afraid to see his soul at first, fearing the worst. He had for some reason expected something awful to be staring back up at him, but instead his soul was the most glorious of animals. A proud, hearty, and majestic creature. "Darwin is a Tortoise, a Galapagos Giant Tortoise, Chelonoidis nigra" A proud, almost fatherly ring to his voice, as he stands beaming at the grey. "Not much longer now, Darwin tells me they are all almost ready to come out." It's the very thing he is most excited about, like a young boy waiting for Christmas morning.
WEIR
To bend another's energy, your own spirit must be unbendable
sorry I wanted to get something up before I put all my focus into quest post >.<