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Wahtawah
"Who Dalv marry who bear children Dalv father?" asked Kernunnos.
"Wahtawah!" exclaimed Dalv, a thoughtful look as the memory of his long dead wife appearing on his face. "Aye, now there was a woman!" Dalv gave a chuckle. "She swore that she would only marry the man who could outrun her, never giving any quarter for any of her suitors save me!"
"Why?" asked Kernunnos.
"Because we loved each other."
"You and her were not arranged to be married?"
"No. My family had few friends thus there was no way for me to have a marriage arranged… "
"Why few friends?"
"Some superstition about my father… It was half-true."
"What superstition?"
"My clan believed he turned into a monster when the autumn moon was bright." Dalv thought back to that superstition. "There was something wrong with my father in the autumn but I can't remember what."
"What Wahtawah like?"
"Proud, didn't really care about her appearance, encouraged mounted heroism." Dalv could have gone on but the list of all of the good things about his dear Wahwawah was indeed long.
"What happen?"
"Same as anything else? Clans are plagued by warfare, pestilence and hardship. Unfortunately, they sometimes claim those you most care about."
"Wahtawah… Dead?"
"Unfortunately…"
Kernunnos looked out at the sky. The moon was in the sky now and Kernunnos could only wonder what mysteries it held.