Notes For Quuthyr - Quovvorn seila Ahmnit - She steps lightly, care and grace in her movements. She appears human, with soft grey eyes and white blonde hair, cut in short sections, falling in soft wings about her face. Soft doeskin clings closely to her lithe form, wrapped tightly from ankle to calf and from wrist to elbow. A garment of tan rabbit fur nestles snug to her long neck and just covers her chest and shoulders. A thick black bearskin cloak drapes over all, various packs and satchels peeking out from beneath it.
Home: The North Woods Next town: Ren'thai Village
- Stuff -Bits and Bobs.
Purple edged silver coin with raised butterfly design - Enchanted to calm Draconic creatures and welcome Fae.
Broken Engraved Obsidian Disk - Key to the den of the Drake.
Black Bearskin Cloak - A thick black pelt for winter warmth.
Badgerskin Satchel - Satchel in which she carries her herbs.
Small Worn Compass - Given by Vangear when they parted paths.
Raccoon Pack with Tail - Small pack in which she carries her treasures.
Hawk Wing Fan - A half-folded wing with a short strap to be used as a fan.
Oiled Buckskin Capelette - Treated to repel rainwater.
Tan Rabbitfur Tippet - Garment which hugs her neck and covers chest and shoulders.
- Supplies -Gear and Travel materials.
Trail Rations
Dried Fruit
Seasoning Herbs
Healing Herbs
Deer Meat
Draconic Deer Meat
Late Potatos
Bandages
A few of Yento's books
Thick Parchment reading "Over dust and through dawn, between the light of darkness and shadows of morning rests the answer, in a talisman reclaimed you will find the key to enter the cave of despair."
- Crap -Loot that has value as.. something.
Large clay bowl
Small pouch of stones
Spare sacks and satchels
Tea/Romance Flower: 33
Pain Plant Sprig: 5
Deep Sleep Plant:
- Concerning the Drake -
"So...your trying to stop...a dragon?"
Quuthyr stares into the swirling pot. "I suppose I am.."
"...why?"
"If I do nothing, this forest will die. If I do nothing, the lands beyond this forest will die. To abandon this land to darkness and putrefaction would violate all the tenets I live by and the essence of who I am."
"You've put a lot of thought into that, havent you?" he says, chuffing, and staring into the pot.
"When you hunger and a rabbit crosses your path, do you stop to consider whether or not to kill it?"
"Of course I kill it, its a rabbit..." he mutters with an annoyed growl.
"Of course you do, because that is who you are, you need not consider your actions.. no more do I."
- Of the Quovvorn -
I am what I am. My people call it 'Quovvorn Seila Ahmnit' there are not words for it in this language. It is something of the warden that you speak, but also something more, a connection most do not have, both to the physical and spiritual aspects of the world. It is through reflection on this closeness that I come to see the weave of the world and understand how lives and paths may wind and intersect."
- As a Childer -
*she speaks quietly* "I have always been a child of the forest, my village was deep within its borders, close to the sopir in their ways.. When my people are small we are told of the yento. That the yento is strong of spirit, steadfast in the midst of storm, strong against those who bring rage, soft toward those who need reassurance, rigid in his duties and flexible when the unexpected comes to pass. A yento is one of the greatest boons of nature, that a spirit of such vitality will offer its claws and its heart to the quovvorn seila is a treasured happenstance."
"The yentu is similar but lesser, generally of small stature and of a less fearsome countenance than a full yento. A village will have a small pack of yentu to watch after the small ones. Sometimes a small one will bond with one yentu over all others, drifting from its sire and dam so that the yentu has much of its rearing. Many such children grow to be quovvorn seila, drifting into the forest one day with their yentu as their first ahmnit, to be gone for many years and return as full Quovvorn Seila Ahmnit."
"Before I became quovvorn seila, I was one such child who left her sire and dam for the forest in the wake of a yentu.. My yentu was a badger and I loved him dearly, he taught me much of what I know, where to dig for tubers and roots, which greens are tasty, which bitter, which leaves will ease pain, settle a stomach, cool the flesh and encourage it to mend.. He taught me to craft a den in winter, to take the skins of beasts to keep me warm.. To listen to the wind and to speak the words of the sky.. To know the ways of sopir, how to seek them, know their hurts, and find their voice within their mind.."
Small Worn Compass - Given by Vangear when they parted paths. 
