The tales of the sky varied, by the teller and the base story. It all depended on who you heard it from. Those who had differences usually had the story changed over time from one to another, distorting the whole concept of it in one way or another. To her, the stars themselves told the stories, and if you could find the story that was told by the those who believed in the true story. She never believed in a story other than the truth. She watched Rhaegal’s face, her dual eyes watching him as he was clearly elated to hear a story, why, was beyond her. She grinned softly, glad that she could bring something to the pack, even if she would only be good for keeping the children happy, then that was okay with her.

She kept her mind busy, thinking of each tale she could tell him of the three options. She knew each tale well, and she would tell him to the best of her knowledge, each story. She waited a few moments, and when he chose Lrya, the Lyre, it made her smile. She settled herself in as she thought of how to begin the story. She knew the name sounded like Liar, and she would have to clarify that. “Lyra is the name of the Lyre that Apollo gave his son, Orpheus. The lyre is a curved, horseshoe like stringed instrument, one that Orpheus played so beautifully that wild beasts, the rocks and trees were charmed by his music. He soon fell deeply in love with the nymph Eurydice, and the two were shortly married. Their wedded bliss did not last forever, though. She was seen wandering the fields by the shepherd Aristaeus. He was so struck by her beauty that he pursued her. As she fled from him through the fields, she was bitten by a snake lying in the grass, and it was there that she died of the snake’s poison.” She paused, taking a deep breath as she gave a few moments for the first part of the story to sink in.

“Orpheus, of course, was devastated by the loss of his beloved, and so, he decided to see his wife out in the underworld. He was granted an audience with the king and queen, Pluto and Persephone. They, like all the others, were mesmerized and charmed by his music, and they granted him permission to take Eurydice back to the land of the living with him. The king and the queen called for Eurydice, she was among the ghosts who had but newly come, and walked slowly due to the injury that she had sustained upon her death. Orpheus received her, but on the condition that he must not look back until he had emerged from the valley of Avernus, or else the gift he had been given would be taken from him.” Another break, to both give her voice a break, and to give Rhaegal a chance to ask a question, should the need be there for him.

ten - by camelot out of laila - female - spirane