Woolly Woolly Field

393 AC - Yep, we'll definitely have our work cut out for us. The doors of the Ouroboros open, and the herd spills out into the pastures. When they're nose to tail like that, you can't tell where the clouds end and the field of wool begins… And then there's the near-deafening clanking of the bells. My father gestures to me, and I lift my crook to show that I've understood his instructions. I whistle to mark the start of the transhumance, and Puff grunts next to me to get the flock moving. The sea of white begins to roam the grassy slopes, chewing and bleating as they go. I look at the huge ram and scratch his neck.

We spent a lot of time together on the Lyra Sahanka. Every morning, I would fetch the hay and fill the bowls with grain. Although he was distrustful at first, the Chimaera would relax when I was around. Maybe because it was obvious to him that he didn't need to fear me. Of course, I was careful to treat the animals well, to calm them down when they felt too squeezed in or started to run amok. I was curious to know why he had taken on this form, why he had become their protector. But it's not as though we could really understand each other, except through the emotions that filter through the Skein…

KAURI