15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


The summer heat beat down on the vanner’s white back. It was the only season the world of Tinuvel could call ‘warm’. The big man was starting to find the heat almost as unpleasant as the extreme cold that gripped the land in the middle of winter. It did not stop him the wonders around him that could only survive in the summer sun. Young elk and deer jumped through the long grasses, playing with their siblings and the large herds. Pagan grinned at them from a distance, keeping himself far enough away so as not to entice the fury of mothers. The other herd beasts of the land had started to come to an understanding between himself and them. They could not understand each other, but they understood no harm was meant between them.

Pagan continued his ‘round and ventures through his territory. His connection to his land was strong, roots running deep into the rocky soil. Every passing season he felt himself grow closer to his home. With every season he watched those who lived there grow. Foals now jumped and romped over the land, their cries of play filling the air. The sights filled him with pride, though none of the offspring were his own, he would care for them as though they were his blood. It was the way of his world, the strength of the loyalty he owed to those he had taken into his care. So long as he ruled the Inlet, he would also be its sworn protector.

PAGAN