Of Bale Fire and Talesin
As the fire burns in the night, a young Galliard is called up to weave a tale for the moot. Slowly rising from where she had sat the lupus born Singer-of-Truths, called Arkaidiana by the world of humans, stepped towards the flame and examined the assembled Garou. Taking a deep breath she began in a soft voice, though only speaking in rythem the melody carrying behind her voice as always is clear.
"Of Bale Fire and Talesin, two of our own, two fallen, two who live on as all should.
On a night so dark as many are now,
Two of blood, fae and old to their fates did bow.
The wolf-born child who chuckled without Luna's light,
The one who suffered first in this plight.
The child who reveled in the nigh-full moon
The one who gained at least one small boon.
Both children of Erin,
Both born of the Stag,
When tragedy strikes,
May it ne'er strike one alone.
Together they traveled so far from home,
Eventually to without their pack roam.
Out to the desert the two did travel,
To the American terrain of natural gravel.
Whilst they were seeking out the Wyrm's taint the twisted ones did gather,
Plotting not to kill, but turn them from Gaia rather.
Both taken below,
Both forced along the Spiral,
One changed by the song,
The other made an instant hero.
The song of the Wyrm's madness took the wolf-born's mind,
Dear Talesin, your memory shall live with your kind.
Brave Bale Fire your mind was strong,
For a time you remembered Gaia's song.
Driving back the madness and shattering the every last Dancer,
A feat worthy of the Ahroun Blackfur-the-Lancer.
Fighting through the darkness alone,
The human-born child returned,
Taking the twisting song with him,
Leaving behind nothing but rubble.
Rushing back to his pack he kept the madness at bay,
And told his pack members this story as at their feet he lay.
The Strider and the Talon listened with saddened hearts,
Before the Wyrm consumed him the Talon freed him to Gaia, left to pick up the parts.
Till the End comes we shall sing Bale Fire's name with sorrow and pride,
And Talesin shall forever remain at his side, remembered by our kind.
A hero made by shattering the Dancers,
A hero fallen to join Gaia,
When tragedy strikes,
May it ne'er strike one alone."
Letting her tale come to rest she watches the fire for a moment, and then Arkaidiana Singer-of-Truths, returns to the shadows at the edge of the moot fire, waiting to continue her travels.