A Tale and a Few Tails
60th of Fall, 514 A.V.
60th of Fall, 514 A.V.
The members of the Coil's Club had welcomed Voss with open arms. Though he had heard stories of the rampant racism of the Dhani of Falyndar, it was not openly on display here with the Dhani of Riverfall, or at least none that he had spoken to so far. Most of them were eager to hear his stories, and when Voss had approached Lllasssnia for a job telling them she had seen the potential draw an Iyvess could contribute to the club that supported her tightly knit nest, and thus he was hired.
Voss had not been allowed to take the stage in the center of the club yet, Lllasssnia told him he would get that honor once he earned it, but honestly the Iyvess minded little, instead he told his stories to smaller groups, mostly Dhani, but other Riverfall denizens as well, usually on comfortable padded cushions in small intimate circles. He usually kept his human form, but sometimes sprawled in his Dhani form, something about his colorful appearance appealing to those listening.
Today he sat stretching the limbs that were still quite strange to him, trying to reach the ends of his toes, pulling his legs over one another, and twisting his spine. He favored his Dhani form, but there was no reason not to try being more limber in this one, which he needed so desperately upon the land.
A couple Dhani sat around, sipping drinks, Voss waited to see if any others would join them before he began.
"Today, methinkss I will tell you the sstory of my mothersss great hunt." He said, pausing dramatically afterward. It was a story close to his heart, one he had told many times and never grew bored of. "She wass greatesst hunter I know, and I only dream of one day equaling her..." This was also truth, but the solemn tone to his voice was a mixture of his real sorrow and one meant to entice his listeners, and the effect was immediate, their bodies straightening, clearly in anticipation of the tale to come.