I Age - approx. 38 I DoB - 4th day of the 5th moon I PoB - Falcorth Plains, Graymist I
" is born with a drop of magic; this is a given fact. There is no being across Enoa that does not possess a touch of Magic. Some never tap into this unique resource, while others dedicate their lives to developing their magic abilities.
Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. Then you are free, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.
Magic is not always overwhelmingly great. In every little aspect of life there is magic. If you cannot see it, learn to open your eyes."
" like the wind crossing the plains. Slow like the forest, raiding and plundering like fire. Not moving like a mountain. Difficult to know like yin. Moving like thunder and soft as summer rain, your footsteps fall on sweet, green grass.
The sun warms our pelts and my claws caress your proud, white mane. This is how it is supposed to be. One Firran and one white lion roaming the land.
Those of us who prefer the life in the cities do not know, but this is true freedom. I own nothing and while I do, I have everything. I wish our cubs would realize. The old ways are not lost."