After about one hour Fenris woke up from her faint. No longer was the
light red-gold, now the light was coming from the newly risen full moon.
Fenris looked down to see her kimono was very wrinkled from the faint.
Muttering about the annoyance of wrinkles Fenris got up to fix her hair and
kimono. After a few minutes of stretching the girl went to change into a
cotton nightgown.
Why does she not want a lover? It would alleviate her pain. Well, not if she was with a child.Zecatto said to himself.
Fenris returned in a nightgown with dragons of gold, blue, red, and green embroidered on the sleeves and right hip.
The sheer beauty of Fenris was enough to make men drool and fight. With those lips and that chest Fenris would be more enchanting than Queen Thayet. Zecatto thought.
Fenris, the wolf asked with newfound courage, why do you not have a lover?
"I have my reasons," she yawned/replied.
What reasons? Zecatto asked with a slightly agitated tone.
"Well I guess it is because I don't want to have a weakness."
A weakness?? A lover a weakness? Zecatto laughed.
"Well yes. It would mean that if I fell for a man the enemy would take and torment him if they wanted an easy way to get me." Fenris stated sharply.
Whatever, Zecatto replied haughtily.
Fenris shook her head and laid herself down on the hammock, and fell instantly asleep. Although she slept and was calm, Zecatto couldn't help feeling ill at ease. Over and over he rolled the Prophecy through his head. Some times he would stop and find a different position to lie in. After some time of muttering and light sleeping Zecatto gave up. He trotted to the bank of the river Alanso, where a boulder jetted out over and up from the river. The large wolf sat down on the rock's edge and let out a long sad howl. In the distant night another wolf howled its depressing song, forming a duet with Zecatto.
Why does she not want a lover? It would alleviate her pain. Well, not if she was with a child.Zecatto said to himself.
Fenris returned in a nightgown with dragons of gold, blue, red, and green embroidered on the sleeves and right hip.
The sheer beauty of Fenris was enough to make men drool and fight. With those lips and that chest Fenris would be more enchanting than Queen Thayet. Zecatto thought.
Fenris, the wolf asked with newfound courage, why do you not have a lover?
"I have my reasons," she yawned/replied.
What reasons? Zecatto asked with a slightly agitated tone.
"Well I guess it is because I don't want to have a weakness."
A weakness?? A lover a weakness? Zecatto laughed.
"Well yes. It would mean that if I fell for a man the enemy would take and torment him if they wanted an easy way to get me." Fenris stated sharply.
Whatever, Zecatto replied haughtily.
Fenris shook her head and laid herself down on the hammock, and fell instantly asleep. Although she slept and was calm, Zecatto couldn't help feeling ill at ease. Over and over he rolled the Prophecy through his head. Some times he would stop and find a different position to lie in. After some time of muttering and light sleeping Zecatto gave up. He trotted to the bank of the river Alanso, where a boulder jetted out over and up from the river. The large wolf sat down on the rock's edge and let out a long sad howl. In the distant night another wolf howled its depressing song, forming a duet with Zecatto.