Reflections of the past...
Soaring high over the city of Lindon, the she-hawk circles as her mind and memories drift back into another time, another era. She thinks of the home she left behind, and the home she has now. She thinks of her brothers Hart and Brennan. She thinks about their lir, the black mountain cat Sleeta and the white hawk Rael. Her thoughts turn to sadness when she thinks of Hart and Rael, about the time when they were younger and more carefree - no - careless.
It was this carelessness that had put her brother in the state he was when last she saw him.
She remembered it all like it was yesterday. The fight in the tavern with the Caldonese army as well as representatives of said country's royal family. That fight had started the proverbial ball rolling.
Things had gone well for the first two days, the three brothers banished to their chambers for the potential threat their misbehaviour presented towards any possible trade agreements between her father, the Mujhar of Homana and the royal family of Caldon. Two days. Two days was all it took for things to go from bad to worse.
She didn't remember much of the story, nor did she know of the events that took place in the tavern the three brothers had visited in the Midden, but the tragety of the fire in the tavern and those whose lives were forever changed because of that horrendous event had sealed the fates of all three.
The Mujhar, her father, seeing that this time, his children had gone too far with their careless behaviours, banished each of them to their respective realms - the ones each son would eventually inherit: Hart to Solinde, Corin to Atvia, and Brennan to Homana, where each would learn what it meant to be a proper member of the Homanan royal family as well as decent men and Cheysuli warriors.
It was in Solinde that Hart's tragety began. His gambling habit would eventually cost him not only hos fortune and nearly his kingdom, it had cost him his left hand.
And with that loss, came others. No longer having both of his hands, he could no longer fly as a hawk like Rael. But more than that, he could no longer be called a member of his clan, for he had been kinwrecked because of his maiming. Brennan had petitioned the heads of the clans to reconsider their positions, but to no avail: Clanless and runeless he was, and always would be. His line was no more.
'Oh, rujho; I miss you and the times we'd spent flying above Homana with Rael, wishing we were anything BUT tools in the prophecy of the Cheysuli, wishing only to be ourselves...'
With that thought, she stops circling in the skies and turns for home...
It was this carelessness that had put her brother in the state he was when last she saw him.
She remembered it all like it was yesterday. The fight in the tavern with the Caldonese army as well as representatives of said country's royal family. That fight had started the proverbial ball rolling.
Things had gone well for the first two days, the three brothers banished to their chambers for the potential threat their misbehaviour presented towards any possible trade agreements between her father, the Mujhar of Homana and the royal family of Caldon. Two days. Two days was all it took for things to go from bad to worse.
She didn't remember much of the story, nor did she know of the events that took place in the tavern the three brothers had visited in the Midden, but the tragety of the fire in the tavern and those whose lives were forever changed because of that horrendous event had sealed the fates of all three.
The Mujhar, her father, seeing that this time, his children had gone too far with their careless behaviours, banished each of them to their respective realms - the ones each son would eventually inherit: Hart to Solinde, Corin to Atvia, and Brennan to Homana, where each would learn what it meant to be a proper member of the Homanan royal family as well as decent men and Cheysuli warriors.
It was in Solinde that Hart's tragety began. His gambling habit would eventually cost him not only hos fortune and nearly his kingdom, it had cost him his left hand.
And with that loss, came others. No longer having both of his hands, he could no longer fly as a hawk like Rael. But more than that, he could no longer be called a member of his clan, for he had been kinwrecked because of his maiming. Brennan had petitioned the heads of the clans to reconsider their positions, but to no avail: Clanless and runeless he was, and always would be. His line was no more.
'Oh, rujho; I miss you and the times we'd spent flying above Homana with Rael, wishing we were anything BUT tools in the prophecy of the Cheysuli, wishing only to be ourselves...'
With that thought, she stops circling in the skies and turns for home...