~The Hatching Journey~ [PR]

Thélowên smiled at Rhaneys, she was such a worrier. It was a beautiful thing really, Thélowên ha since long lost her feelings to beasts trying to kill her or her fellows.
"Well, no, we are heading for the cave. But we'll have to walk from here, Voron needs to heal but he can walk without a problem. I just don't want to put a strain on him." she walked up to Rhaenys, "so we will burn them - like the humans burn their kings and lords - and then we'll make sure the flames can't spread. After that we'll leave for the cave." she smiled and placed a hand on Rhaenys shoulder, "it's a beautiful place and it is better for them to be burned like human kings than scavenged by birds and them killing other animals and the nature around us. this is a beautiful place and their spirits will have peace here. Don't you think?" Thélowên tried to make Rhaenys feel better but she also wondered how her dear friend wold be able to handle the rest of the adventure, she would have to harden - in a not so distant future things would be very different. They would be in dark lands and there they would be nothing but prey. Kill or be killed as started, but later on down the road it will get rougher and more deadly. She wants to protect the love and light in Rhaenys, and at the same time harden her for the upcoming events. She just doesn't know how or when. Perhaps later, in the cave she could talk a little about it with Rhaenys? the thoughts have past in her head in a mere second while waiting for and answer from Rhaenys while the wind blows in the treetops, Voron cleans his wound and the creeks water lulls forward in a slow pace.

Rhaenys nodded.
“I know, but it’s so… Brutal. Like the Men that started the tradition” she said and shook her head.
“But I get it” she added and looked in her bag, where the egg had started to pulse. She looked over at Voron cleaning his wounds.
“Too bad the dragon isn’t hatched yet” she said and glanced over at Thélowên. Dragons were known to have healing abilities, and it would not only solve Voron’s problem, their burning problem would be solved in a second.
“It’s good that you’re strong, Voron. Without you, we’d probably still be fighting them” she said with a smile toward the Warg. They were really interesting animals, and Rhaenys was glad that she had the opportunity to meet one, let alone travel with one.

Voron looked at Rhaenys,
"You're welcome." he said, with a voice dark as the colour of black, to only her - a rare moment of him speaking to her. To anyone. Then he kept on licking his wound until it was clean.

Thélowên smiled at Voron,
"Well, he is a strong little beast," Voron growled slightly, "okay okay! Big, big beast. Sheesh..." She smiled at her companion who had licked his wound clean by now. She was always amazed by him in one way or another. Just the fact that he was there was pretty amazing if she thought about. A warg, a brutal beast born out of darkness - allowing her, an elf, made from light, to ride him in to battle. A true match of hearts.
"Well, the dragon would have been great for the burning part but I think I'll ride Voron over a dragon any day." She said with a small chuckle while placing her hands on her hips.
"Let's get some wood for the fire. You do that and I'll get the little one over to the big one in the meantime." She picked up her bow from the ground and slung it around her while heading over to the smaller one.

Rhaenys smiled when Voron answered her. He hadn’t said much to her during the time they’d known each other, but they didn’t have a relationship, to be fair. Rhaenys nodded when Thélowên asked her to collect wood for the fire.
“Sure, I’ll get to that” she said and went through the trees. She collected twigs and bigger pieces from the ground, and filled her bag and carried a whole bunch in her arms. The sun was coming closer to the horizon, but the dark didn’t bother Rhaenys eyes, since she had good night vision, being an elf and all.

When she had collected as much as she could carry, she walked back the way she had come from.
“I hope this is enough” she said and could barely see because of the amount she had in her arms.

Thélowên had dragged the heavy beast (with some help from Voron) to the other beast. Then she dug a trench around the bodies so a ring of dirt separated them from the rest of the land. A sort of fire protection. Her hands were a bit dirty and her shoes as well. But she had no time to do anything about it. The sun was setting, slowly sinking towards the horizon, when Rhaenys came back.
"Hold on, I'll help you!" Thélowên walked up and grabbed a little more than half of the branches her friend was carrying in her arms.
"Come on, let's set it out around them." she said and walked back. She started to place out the twigs, branches and bigger pieces of wood. Voron had run off and came back with a few logs that would serve them greatly in getting a good fire going.
"We should hurry." she said after having placed out the last log Voron had collected for them.

Rhaenys helped put out the wood around the creatures. When the final piece was put down she turned to Thélowên.
“I don’t want to be the one to light the fire” she said and took a few steps back, observing the situation. She had come to peace to what was going to happen, she had started to think about the fact that the beasts indeed had attacked them, they had provoked the fight to begin with. She had to think about it in that way, to cope with the numerous killings she was probably going to carry out in the future of this journey.

She nodded. It was understandable that Thélowên was the one to light the fire. She was trained and had no sense of remorse for killing the beasts. Even if she was cautious enough not to show Rhaenys that.
"Go stand over by Aimon and Voron, I'll light the fire and then we'll make sure it's safe to leave." Thélowên walked over to the creek and picked up two stones that glistened. Firestones. She scraped them against each other and little sparks came. Soon the fire was lit and it didn't take long for it to catch a hold of all the wood and then the bodies. It smelled quite awful but the flames were a spectacular purple shade from the beasts blood.
"They may be beasts but some part of them can be made in to beauty." Thélowên whispered as she stared at the flames reaching ever higher in the golden orange sky.

Rhaenys nodded and walked towards their animals. She watched Thélowên light the fire and how the beast caught fire pretty quickly. Rhaenys made the circle motion with her middle fingers again, towards the fire. She opened her mouth and spoke Quenyan once again.
“Tu autem vade in pace, ducet vos in domum Eywa (You will go in peace, Eywa will guide you home)”. She let her arm drop and watched the fire, which actually was quite pretty with its purple colour. They burned, and burned quite quickly. The sun was soon setting as the fire burned out; Thélowên had done a great job keeping the fire from spreading. Rhaenys looked up in the sky as the last rays of the sun hit her face. She told herself that it was okay, that she was with Thélowên and that she would keep her safe, even in the dark.

As the sun set and the flames started to die down the mood changed in the forest. The nightly creatures came out and the wind tussled the leaves high up in the treetops. Thélowên smiled, this was her time of the day. When the world was at its most awake and buzzing with life from the light to the dark. But she knew that Rhaenys felt differently. The darkness was apparently not her cup of tea as the humans would say.
"Rhaenys, lets get going? The fire is almost dead and won't spread." Thélowên wanted to get a move on and arrive at the cave as soon as possible. The view waiting for them all would be spectacular. A sort of girlish excitement lingered in her and she couldn't help but smile.

There were only ashes and pieces of wood left in what once had been creatures trying to kill them. The fire was long gone and, according to Thélowên, it wouldn’t spread. Rhaenys nodded and looked at her friend.
“Let’s go, hopefully we’ll get there soon so Voron, and we, can get some rest” she said and started walking with Aimon next to her, burying her fingers in his mane. She thought about that she just had had her first real battle on this journey, and how it had turned out. She had kept her calm and done what was needed, without hesitation. That felt pretty good, knowing she was able to protect herself and Thélowên at all costs when it was truly needed.