A promise I am causing you to break. [He shakes his head with a smile.] I would not drag you out of the spire unless I thought it was important, and it is.
[He hikes up to the entrance of the cave. It looks like a camp has already been set up. There's a spot for a fire near the entrance, just outside of the cold wind and moisture it threatens to bring with it. A few assorted ramekins of brightly-colored powder sit on something like a tiny altar. There are also bowls filled with things representing the elements: purest water, a feather for air, some smoldering incense for fire, and a smooth rock for earth. A decorated spear leans on the wall beside them.
Thrall sets his pack down and begins taking more things out of it. The first to unroll are a few fur blankets, and he sets these in a comfortable place so the pair can sit down eventually. The next thing is hunting leathers by the looks of it, and a wrapped handaxe.
It becomes clear whenhe separates a belt, loincloth and shorts from the pile that this is meant for more than just Thrall. He turns to Hiro and holds out the paltry, primitive clothing. This is going to be cold, he knows, but it's part of the ritual.
His voice does not shake. His gaze does not waver in the slightest, though his blue eyes are brighter and sharper in the dim light than ever.]
As chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, I bestow upon you the honor of being a clan member in spirit. You will be granted all the rights of a full clan member. You will be under my protection, now and forever, like anyone else born to the clan. Your wounds are our wounds. The blessings of our ancestors are also yours. Your blood, if shed, will be no different than my own.
[He breathes out slowly. Thrall's gaze is iron. He is taking a risk here, but... he doesn't let it show.]
You will be one of the clan, one of the pack, one of the family.
no subject
[He hikes up to the entrance of the cave. It looks like a camp has already been set up. There's a spot for a fire near the entrance, just outside of the cold wind and moisture it threatens to bring with it. A few assorted ramekins of brightly-colored powder sit on something like a tiny altar. There are also bowls filled with things representing the elements: purest water, a feather for air, some smoldering incense for fire, and a smooth rock for earth. A decorated spear leans on the wall beside them.
Thrall sets his pack down and begins taking more things out of it. The first to unroll are a few fur blankets, and he sets these in a comfortable place so the pair can sit down eventually. The next thing is hunting leathers by the looks of it, and a wrapped handaxe.
It becomes clear whenhe separates a belt, loincloth and shorts from the pile that this is meant for more than just Thrall. He turns to Hiro and holds out the paltry, primitive clothing. This is going to be cold, he knows, but it's part of the ritual.
His voice does not shake. His gaze does not waver in the slightest, though his blue eyes are brighter and sharper in the dim light than ever.]
As chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, I bestow upon you the honor of being a clan member in spirit. You will be granted all the rights of a full clan member. You will be under my protection, now and forever, like anyone else born to the clan. Your wounds are our wounds. The blessings of our ancestors are also yours. Your blood, if shed, will be no different than my own.
[He breathes out slowly. Thrall's gaze is iron. He is taking a risk here, but... he doesn't let it show.]
You will be one of the clan, one of the pack, one of the family.
Do you accept?