Kylie Jonas absently acknowledged that her right hand was being tugged, her daughter Emma attached to it, the child's small fingers gripping tightly about her mother's and the incessant "Mama, mama..." that began once Kylie had ceased walking echoed somewhere in her flurry of thoughts.
However, the normally attentive mother remained rooted before one of the vibrantly painted signs that announced the toy auction. Her emerald eyes held the cut and dimensions of finely crafted gemstones, catching the afternoon sunlight in their reflection. She read the description once more... "And as realistic as the bears are, the wolves are more so for there are crafted from actual wolf fur. A large dire wolf of pewter fur that had terrorized the farms local to Larmian was taken down by an ingenious trap devised by the Toymaker. He was allowed to keep the hide of the large beast which he has generously made into these wonderfully soft animals..." Kylie's thoughts raced. Pewter fur. Silver. Flashes of memories. The cause for the sudden leap in pulse was not the fact that a wolf had been killed by human hands, nor that a wolf had been deemed as terrorizing the Larmian village. Kylie was no innocent, naive female, she knew incidents such as those occurred even in this slice of paradise, though rarely did they come to her attention. The alarm was not even centered around the fact that the pelt was used for children's toys, although that thought truly did churn her stomach and set her uneasy. What caused her to give pause before the sign was that she thought mostly of the potential threat of retribution for such acts should this wolf have been one of the kindred Myles' Demented and Lost Path pack. For it was likely. More than one pewter-colored wolf ran among them, she thought. And after all, what reason would an otherwise healthy wolf have to attack a village at the height of the easy hunting moons? A shivery chill mapped its course over her bones, and once again she had to forcefully remind herself that Myles and his pack remained a very real threat that taunted her contented life here on the Isles. Pulled from her worry by her daughter's hands now wrapping protectively around her thigh and her daughter's chin poking pointedly into her thigh muscle, Kylie glanced downward to the sweet cherub face that looked up at her with stunning sky blue eyes and sunlight-dancing starbursts of yellow. Kylie stroked her hand over Emma's soft, honey-colored ringlets and let out a soft sigh. Soon this child would know that life held so much more for her. The urge to keep her daughter pure in her wolf essence stuck in the back of Kylie's throat and she worked to push it past. "Sorry Dyani...let's go search for Gran'mama's and Khelti' gifts hmmm..." To learn about some of Kylie's history: http://www.islesofmyst/bittersweet/kylie/ ~~~~~~ "she looked so fine, i said baby what's on your mind? she said 'i want to run like the lion released from the cages, released from the rages burning in my soul tonight...' " -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://islesofmyst.com/lists.php3
