The Heathen

The mother and daughter pair made their way towards the pair of chairs which had somehow been created by the old man.

Once seated, the old man began, "I am quite surprised. I honestly thought the young one would take longer to revert...". The old man began mumbling to himself almost lost in thought.

Brenna not wanting to interrupt simply waited out the old man's rumblings. Soon after the old mans face turned confused as he visibly reached a conclusion to his thoughts.

The old man attempted to say something but just prior to speaking would pause repeatedly. Confused he attempted to think of a way to properly say his thoughts. After some more contemplation, the old man finally said, "I may be wrong but I don't think I can suppress Aos' nature any longer. There used to be a myth back in the Ulfin Circle. A myth of the return of an old blood of ancient people. A blood far stronger than my own." The old man then reached towards Aos. His hand landed onto her forehead and as he made skin contact he immediately retracted his hand. The old man looked over towards Brenna and confidently said, "The young ones innate nature will not allow me to suppress it. It angers against me."

Aos as if reaching a realization recalled the archaic tongue she had heard twice in her dreams. She recalled the way the tongue had spoken to her. On the first time that Aos had heard the weird language, it sounded calming and relaxing, while the second time it sounded irritated".

Brenna hearing the words of the old man couldn't help but say in desperation, "If her eyes don't revert and stop being golden we cannot return to the clan!". The old man then, in a displeased tone said, "This is more than just her eyes. This is far greater than your clan." The old man paused then continued, "Aos will need someone to teach her."

The old man then, while averting the gaze of Brenna said, "Leave Aos in my care. I'll return her to you in time. For now, she needs someone to guide her. Otherwise, she may end up being a danger to even your own clan."

Brenna in a fretted tone said, "I cannot just leave my daughter! Who would I be as a mother if I left my only child in the woods with some old geezer!" Brenna's tone picking up aggressiveness with every word she said.

The old man beginning to feel agitated stood up and grabbed his staff. In a display of power, he once again slammed the staff into the ground sundering the very soil they stood upon. Brenna then realized that his request was not optional. Only cordial for display. The old man regained his composure and grabbed his staff again. A light green hue began to emit from the entirety of the staff. The land which had been fractured just moments prior began to slowly return to its undisturbed state.