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Morningstar: The Malaise - 13. Chapter 13 Revelations

Questions, and more questions....

Morningstar: The Malaise

 

 

Chapter 13

 

 

“There’s someone I think you should meet.”

“I’d like to meet everyone, Tobyn, but really, what’s the point? Maybe over time, I can get to know the entire pack, but one more person might mean one more set of questions about me staying, and I’d prefer not to go through that right now. If a shifter needs healing in the future, you can bring them to me or call me, and introduce us then. Sorry. I’m not trying to be difficult.”

Elinor, who’d left the table to speak to some new arrivals, called over and waved good-bye from the entrance to the offices. They returned the gesture just before she disappeared inside. “Okay, but why didn’t you want to tell my mother you’re planning on leaving? Don’t you think she should know at least?”

“Honestly, this is really hard because I like your mom a lot, and she’s made me feel so welcome. I know I should have, but… I didn’t want to disappoint her.”

Tobyn snorted. “You’re going to do it anyway. Everyone will be. Having a healer… hell, another pack member, is a big freaking deal, and with what you did for Adelin….”

Kellar dropped his chin and stared at the table as a new wave of guilt hit him.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel bad. I didn’t mean that to sound the way it did.”

“Yeah, okay, I know. You’re just speaking the truth.” He lifted his head. “Anyway, you’re stuck with me another day.”

“Two.”

“What, no? Just one.”

“So, let me get this straight. I’m dropping you off at your place after we visit the mechanic guy… with my mom in the truck?”

“Crap. Didn’t think of that.”

Tobyn smirked. “That’s obvious. Kellar, you know I have to set out in search of other packs, and I can’t do that until after I bring Mom back home. So, how about we leave the next morning. I’ll drop you off and continue on my way. Does that work for you, or do you want to be inside a truck with Elinor Berenger, arguing about why you’re not joining the Morningstar pack even though you don’t have one of your own?”

Kellar knew when he’d been beat. “It looks like I don’t really have a choice, I guess. I know it’s cowardly, but I’ll tell her just before we leave for my cabin. It’ll be easier that way. Two days it is. Tobyn?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any clue where you’re going? I mean, do you have any leads on where to find other wolf packs?”

“I have a rough idea of where a couple of them used to be located… the basic vicinity, anyway, and pack names should be easy to spot. They’re usually something to do with the heavens… stars, planets, constellations… stuff like that, so if there’s a sign for a business that sounds promising, I’ll check it out. Hopefully, they’re still in the areas I know of. I’ve got no choice. One way or another, I have to get answers before it’s too late for all of us.” He halted as their breakfast dishes were cleared away by a beaming woman named Marjorie.

“Anything else, gentlemen?”

“No, we’re good, Marje, thanks.”

Kellar waited until they were alone again. “So, okay… let’s say you find them. You’re going to a strange pack you know nothing about all by yourself? Shouldn’t you take a Morningstar shifter or two with you?”

Tobyn snorted again. “In a perfect world, yeah. But, look around you. Do you see any extra people? We’re short of members to run all the different sections as it is. The Marina alone could use three or four more helpers, and the farm and livestock divisions are surviving with skeleton crews doing double duty. The only reason I’m going is to try and stop the malaise. Otherwise I’d be here doing my share. It’s tough on the whole pack, but everyone voted in favor of me doing this. And besides, I'll be careful.”

Kellar almost wished he hadn’t asked the question, and in that moment, he felt like a selfish piece-of-crap. This was his day for guilt, and it was fast becoming overwhelming. Maybe, over the next couple of days, he could reconcile himself to the reality of Tobyn being off-limits, and make the ache of being around him more bearable. The guy was being heroic, and Kellar was the opposite, wanting to run away and hide while he licked his wounds. “I’m sorry. You’ve got all this on your shoulders, and I’m only thinking of myself.”

“Jeez, Kellar… what the fuck are you talking about? Were you thinking about yourself last night when you went through hell to save Adelin?”

Man, he was intense. “It wasn't that big a deal,” he protested mildly.

“Bullshit. You didn’t even know me, yet you saved my life, and then dropped everything and left your home to come help me and my pack. Don’t ever say it was no big deal, and don’t say it’s who you are as a healer, like it was nothing.” He was practically vibrating as he admonished Kellar. “Both of us… we do what we have to, and that’s all we can do. I drew the line… not you… and you have every right to get on with your own life. You don't owe me or anyone else a thing. All right?”

“Uh huh. I guess we have this mutual admiration thing going on.”

“Yeah, I guess we do. So how about it?”

“How about what?”

“The person I want you to meet. Are you up for it?”

“That depends.” Kellar was glad the topic had changed. He needed to process the still-present guilt as well as the pain that showed up in Tobyn’s eyes at the end of his little speech. “Who is this person, and what’s the reason?”

“Her name is Sybil, Miss Sybil, and I want you to talk to her because she knows more about pack histories than anyone else in the compound. Plus, she’s damn awesome.”

“Awesome? Why is she awesome?”

“If you spend some time with her, you’ll see for yourself,” he said in teasing challenge. “Seriously, man, I know you have a lot of questions, and maybe she can give you some answers… while you’re still here.”

Damn… he could have done without that last part. Kellar put on his game face. “Okay, I’m convinced. So no tour?”

“We’ll start with Miss Sybil and go from there.”

 

Her house was only a twenty minute walk from the lodge, in the opposite direction from Tobyn’s place. The wind had slowed to a gentle breeze, so the stroll through dappled sunshine was nice. As they approached, Kellar could see an open field bordering her gardens, surrounded by chain-link fencing. When he asked, his friend explained it was the school playground, and that classes were done for the summer. Kellar heard a shout at the same time he saw two kids kicking a soccer ball back and forth. “That looks like fun.”

Tobyn smiled as he watched the pair. “I love soccer. Those two are little whizzes at it. I used to let them run circles around me to make them feel good, but now, I don’t let them… they just do it.”

“I recognize them from yesterday. I noticed one had inflamed tonsils, when you were talking to Tilly at the truck.” He focused and flickered. “They’re not worse, but they should still get some attention.”

Tobyn showed more than a little concern. “Could it get bad?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll look after him. I have the right herb, and it will only take a few minutes. It quite likely would clear up on its own, but there’s no reason to wait and see.”

“Thanks. The young ones don’t always get better the way shifter kids used to. It’s a twenty mile trip to the doctor, but we’ve learned not to take chances.” There was no disguising the sadness in his remark.

“If you want, I can check all the kids today?”

“That would be great. There’s only six who haven’t shifted yet.”

“Six? That’s all there are in the entire pack?” His stomach soured at the unexpected revelation, and he felt terrible that he hadn’t known such a hugely important fact. He should have asked.

Tobyn nodded as he peered into Kellar’s face. “Now do you understand why I can’t just act on whatever I might feel? Why my choice is made for me? A lot of our members are older and that makes what you did for Adelin all the more important. She could have a big impact on the future of Morningstar. Child-bearing years are a lot shorter than they used to be. It sucks, but the truth is a lot of us, men and women, have proved infertile, and we don’t exactly have access to clinics to help us. It’s why I have to try… I have to, because maybe I’m one of the few who can still produce pups. It’s hard, because we’re trying to hold onto our traditional values, and that means….”

“Tobyn, stop. I get it. I always did, but I didn’t know the extent that… Christ!” Kellar exclaimed. “I should have figured it out. I’m sorry for all the pressure you’re under… I really am.” That kind of number hit him hard. Without children, the pack was most certainly doomed. The direness of the situation had just slapped him in the face, and he had even more to think about. “Do you want me to look at them now?”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Just relax, okay? You can do it later. This is your chance to talk to Miss Sybil and you should take it. She’s an interesting woman.” Despite the change of subject, a bleakness seeped from the man, and Kellar’s heart twisted.

“What’s the taller boy’s name?”

“Dane.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of him after I talk to this oh-so-mysterious woman.” He smiled, but it was a feeble attempt to lighten a sober mood.

 

Miss Sybil was ninety-four, but looked more like sixty-five to an instantly captivated Kellar. Much of her hair was still a soft brown color, and her skin looked well cared for. What truly surprised him, though, were her colors. Hers were a little more vibrant than any of the others he’d seen. That piqued his curiosity.

“What a handsome man you are. I’ve heard a lot about you, and what you did for our young Adelin. Kellar, am I correct?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

A vivacious, bright-eyed woman, she motioned for Kellar to lean a bit so she could give his cheek a kiss. “Goodness, you’re so tall. Tobyn, you know your way around. Could you pour the tea from the pot on the warmer for us? I’ll have mine in a cup and saucer, but you boys can use the large mugs. Kellar and I can begin to get acquainted in the parlor.”

“Yes, Miss Sybil,” Tobyn said.

“I’ve been looking forward to chatting with you since yesterday, so I was pleased when Tobyn called,” she said as Kellar followed her into the adjoining room.

He was directed with a gesture to the couch, and folded himself down into it while his hostess sat elegantly forward on an upholstered armchair. “It’s a great view you have here,” he commented as he looked through a few trees out onto the soccer field. He took note of the profusion of rosebushes along the fence line, ending at an open gate.

“Yes, it’s my favorite thing about this old place. I love watching the young ones during their recesses when school is in session. On the warmer days, I open the windows so I can hear them playing. Not many kids left though, but still, they are a precious part of my life.”

Tobyn, looking like he owned the place, carried a tray in and set it down, first serving the lady her tea, and then Kellar his. Soon they were all sitting and conversing with ease. Miss Sybil was definitely a charmer.

“Kellar is an unusual name. Do you know what it means?”

She’d caught him by surprise. “No, ma’am. I’m not sure it means anything. I looked it up once, but I couldn’t find it.”

“Well, in the old highlands, where many of us originate, it means savior… actually little savior, as opposed to The Savior, which I’m assuming you are not.” Her sharp gray eyes were twinkling.

“No, I’m not Him, ma’am.” Kellar looked at Tobyn and smiled. “I did save your behind, though.”

That got him a chuckle. “Actually, you saved my head, not my rear.” They laughingly told of how they met, trading the story back and forth. Miss Sybil seemed totally engaged as she listened. She showed her fascination when Kellar talked about his ability to see colors in all living things, and how that translated to his healing.

“You have such an amazing gift, and the right name for being a healer,” she said when the story wound down.

“Yeah, I guess savior sort of fits, doesn’t it?”

“No, my dear. Savior isn’t the name for healer. It means something totally different… it suggests you are destined for great things for your people, according to some of our more obscure legends. It’s Haylan that means healer.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, I’m quite sure. There is a healer bloodline that goes back for many centuries, and their surname is the one you carry. Its exact translation is ‘one who heals,’ and it was considered a sacred name.”

“Wow.” Kellar’s mind whirled. Did this mean his unknown father was one too? Did he really come from a family of them? It would explain so much. “Do you know of any other Haylans, ma’am?”

“I’m sorry, no. I haven’t heard of another in my lifetime. I only know the name from the stories.”

“Are you a Keeper?”

“Oh, heavens no. I’m a seer. Although I haven’t had a real vision in more than a decade. Keepers have perfect memories, and that doesn’t describe me.” She let free the sweetest little laugh.

When Kellar turned to Tobyn, he saw he was being watched intently, and he wondered what showed on his face. The revelation of what his names meant was twisting him in knots because it was a possible clue to his origin, and he had to move. He stood up, uncertain what he needed to do.

“Tobyn, dear. Maybe you should go kick the soccer ball with those boys who were hanging around. They’ve seen you come in here, so I’m sure they’re still out there waiting on you. This young man and I can continue to chat for a bit.”

“Sure, Miss Sybil. I’ll be outside if you need me.” It was clear his friend was being dismissed, but Kellar wasn’t sure of this intriguing woman’s reasoning.

“Maybe I should go with you?” He looked from one to the other. The idea of Tobyn leaving did not sit well with him at all.

“Nonsense, dear. I expect you have questions for me. Do you not?”

“Yes, ma’am, I just….”

“You’re a man who needs to walk when he thinks. Go ahead and pace. Tobyn, we’ll be fine. Kellar is just digesting what he learned about his lineage. Off you go.”

When Tobyn obediently went out the door, Kellar moved to the window. He watched the blond man saunter through the gate and over to the left edge of the field where the boys were now sitting. Miss Sybil, still in her chair behind him, was silent, other than the sound of her sips from the dainty teacup. He stayed where he was, observing the interaction outside.

“He’s a good man.”

“Pardon?”

“Tobyn. You like him.”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s the first real friend I’ve had. He really cares about the pack.” He continued to watch as Tobyn talked to the boys. He was feeling quite agitated, and he wasn’t sure why.

“He cares about you too.”

Kellar turned and faced her. “We’ve become good friends.”

“Would you mind filling me in on some of your history, dear? I admit to being a nosy old woman.” Her smile was not to be resisted. “I understand you have no pack?”

“No, ma’am. I mean, I’ve never had a pack… I don’t mind telling you my history.” He informed her of what he knew about his parents’ accident while he paced, as well as about his different stays in foster care. She only really reacted to his revealing he’d been alone for the last three years, shaking her head in a sympathetic gesture. When he finished, he sat down again, fidgeting the whole time.

“In the safe environment of a pack, your shift would probably have occurred earlier, once the physical changes began. Your wolf would not have felt safe in the situation you were in. Your brother threatening you in such a way brought that part of you forward; it would have been a defensive reaction, and that is indeed a shame. It’s remarkable you handled your first transformation alone like you did. You really are an impressive young man who possesses a very strong magic. That, I’m positive of. Would you like more tea?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine. I think I’ve had enough caffeine for the day. It’s making me a little jumpy.”

“Um hmm. So, what do you want to know? Ask me anything you’re curious about.”

“Well, first of all, I don’t consider what I do to be ‘magic.’ It’s just using my color sight to heal, so I don’t understand why you would use that word?”

Miss Sybil looked at him like he was a child to be humored. “My dear boy, of course it’s magic. We shifters are a magical race, just like the faerie folk, and the spell casters and numerous other secret peoples. We change from humans to wolves with ease, and you can heal with a touch… yes, the colors help you, but it is your magic that performs miracles, and I used to be able to see glimpses into the future and the past. Do you really think what we can do is not magic?”

“I… I never thought of it that way.” Faerie folk and spell casters? He certainly had a lot to learn.

“And of course you wouldn’t, because you’ve not had the benefit of your people. You’ve had to survive among humans with their perceptions. Just remember, those don’t always apply to us. The earth mother has seen fit to mold us differently.” Her eyes never left him as he slowly came to the realization he had been conditioned to reject the idea of magic, yet he was living proof. “But these are things for another day. Let’s get back to the things you want to know now.

He rose again and went back to the big window. Tobyn had moved to the picnic table at the corner of the house, and the boys were nowhere to be seen. Sighing, he walked back to the couch and sat down. “What can you tell me about earth mates, Miss Sybil? Tobyn believes they’re a thing of the past. Do you think that’s true?” The idea of soul mates was magic in itself, wasn’t it?

“I’m not surprised he believes such a thing. He’s not alone, and shifters don’t even bother to venture out anymore. It does seem to be falling by the wayside… but do I think they don’t exist anymore? No. The great mother would not take that from us. I believe circumstances have led us down the wrong path. We’ve grown inward as a pack, and out of fear, we are cutting off our own blood supply.”

“What do you mean about the fear?” He leaned forward, hanging on every word and nuance of this experienced elder.

“We used to travel… packs always met regularly and mixed. Wolves would find their mates, often at great distances away. It was good for our blood. We haven’t had fresh blood in the pack in such a long time, and I know that isn’t healthy. For damn near a century now, we’ve kept to ourselves. Hunters decimated us and we’ve never recovered. It is fear that made packs close ranks and stop mixing.

“There was no trust in the safety of the gatherings because that was when we were picked off the most often. They made us feel vulnerable. Some shifters would disappear with no trace, and some were found shot or worse… piles of ashes and bones… a mate knows when their other half is gone,” she said with pain resonating in her voice.

“We haven’t even communicated with others since Fendral was our alpha. He put rules in place to try to keep us safe. He lost his whole family, most likely at the hands of hunters, and I believe he thought he was doing the right thing. I think, though, he was misguided by his personal pain.”

“So these hunters still exist… they still hunt us?”

“I can’t answer that question, dear. I know the packs destroyed a nest of them before I was born, but instead of giving us confidence, it made us paranoid. I’m sure some are out there… pack members do still disappear from time to time, but not enough to have caused us to give up. God bless Tobyn for wanting to search out other packs, and a cure for the malaise. I think the sickness is some sort of disease, and it might be in our blood, but that’s just a frustrated old woman’s guess.”

Kellar leaned back on the couch, trying to piece his fleeting thoughts together. He absorbed what she said, but he wasn’t sure she was right. It presented more like a deficiency than a disease, like something was missing. Could it be as simple as diet, or environment? She did have a point about a blood ailment developing over time, and it’s possible the dullness of the colors was its only giveaway. He was inexperienced with shifter healing, so there was much he didn’t know. While he might have ideas and inklings, he couldn’t discount anything. “What happens if a shifter finds their mate?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. If you find your mate, you’ll know it, but it may take some time. It’s different for each couple, and some take weeks or longer before they clue in to their connection.”

“So, it can be confusing?”

“It can be… but usually they figure it out sooner rather than later. It’s love, dear, and there are no hard and fast rules.”

“Oh… okay.”

Miss Sybil gave him another one of her sweet smiles. “Once it starts though, there’s no stopping it. First will be an attraction you’ve never felt before, and it will be strong. Mates are drawn to each other on every level, and while some may take longer to get there, they always do. You’ll feel on top of the world, and your wolf’s excitement will be impossible to ignore.” She seemed to go somewhere else for a brief moment. “All your senses will be sharper. And you’ll hate being separated, even by short distances. It’s like there’s a string tying you together, but it’s not a bad thing, because through that tie, you can sense what the other is feeling. It’s beautiful.” The look in her eyes was wistful, and Kellar saw a shimmer of tears.

“You’re speaking from experience, aren’t you?”

“I am, yes. Not many are left who know this, but I met my earth mate when I was seventeen. We had two days together at the first conclave organized in more than a decade. He was supposed to join our pack two weeks after I went back, but he disappeared when he went out for a run in his woods. He wasn’t the only one to disappear after that mixing… there hasn’t been one for us since.

“The separation was terrible, but when I learned he was gone, it tore me apart. I could feel the trauma he experienced when it happened, and we hadn’t even performed the mating yet. To this day, he’s still the only one for me. He should have come with me when I left, but he wanted to help his pack bring in the harvest first. They were terribly shorthanded. If I had insisted, he would have come. He would have done anything for me.”

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, ma’am.”

“Thank you, dear. This is just between us. Even back then it was becoming a rare and special thing to find your mate. At least we had two days. Why would you be asking about earth mates?”

Was that a knowing smirk on her intelligent face? “I’m curious, about so many things. What did you mean about completing the mating?”

“There’s a simple answer to that too. From the time you meet your mate, your connection is strong. But it’s only a taste of what’s to come after you consummate your union. We call it the joining, and it enhances your senses to an even higher level.”

“I see.” He tried not to picture too much, but he couldn’t keep images of Tobyn from his mind.

“No, not yet you don’t.” She showed a hint of a smile. “The joining usually requires a few days before it is complete. Some of us feel the need to taste the other’s blood during that time. Our canine teeth may lengthen. Don’t look so horrified, young man. It’s just a scrape and a lick. We’re not vampires.” It was entrancing to see this elderly lady giggle.

“Oh, okay. So not everyone feels that urge?”

“I think most do, but the act of consummation… exchanging body fluids… is enough for some to forge their complete connection. Arthur and I never got the chance to complete our joining, other than a few stolen kisses, so I can only go by what I was taught many years ago. I was fortunate enough to be around Fendral and Esther after they found each other, and it was wonderful. Everyone wanted to bask in the glow of what they had. It was such a special thing. Are you sure you don’t want more tea?”

God bless her. Almost eighty years had gone by, and still she loved her mate. Poor Sybil, and poor Fendral, for losing something so precious. “Miss Sybil? What about humans? Are they ever mates for shifters?”

“You’re asking something that can be quite controversial, I’m afraid.”

“Sorry, I didn’t….”

“No, no, dear, don’t be. You have every right to know what a pack should have taught you. The fact is, all through the histories there have been matings, true matings, with humans. There are those few who think it wrong, but the keeper I knew best said it always proved to be good for the pack. We are a variation of human after all, and indistinguishable until our first shift. I haven’t known any, but I don’t see the stigma of it.”

“Do they change to shifters after their joining?”

“Not necessarily. It’s a choice they have to make, and that situation, if they want it, does require the exchange of blood over an extended length of time.”

“How long is extended?” Kellar got up and walked to the window again. Tobyn hadn’t moved from his spot at the picnic table, and he looked deep in thought with his fingers entwined in a tight grip.

“I’m not sure… I’m only going by second-hand information, but I’ve heard it can range from as little as ten days to double that. The stories say if a day is missed, though, the change won’t take. That’s all I know, other than they most always do want to change once they join with their mates. Any children they produce are always shifters.”

“Does it ever happen that earth mates will reject one another… don’t end up together because of choice?”

He turned and watched her survey him for what seemed like minutes, but was really only seconds. “The earth mother gives us this gift, but she does not take away free will. It doesn’t happen often, but I have heard of those who fell in love with someone other than their true mate, and chose to stay with them. It’s hard for the one rejected, but as long as the joining hasn’t taken place, they can deal with it. As I said, it’s rare, but love is a very powerful thing on its own. The mother doesn’t dictate what we do as individuals… that’s up to us. I must say, I’ve never heard of it happening after the joining, though.”

Kellar had suspected it was the case, and he felt sadness at learning he was right. “Ma’am, thank you for all the information. It’s a lot to take in, especially that I carry the healer name.”

“Don’t forget savior. It has meaning too. I’m a seer who doesn’t see much anymore, but I’m getting a nudge I haven’t felt in a long time. You, young man, are important to our pack. I’m fluttering the way I used to, before I would get visions. That’s what I call it, anyway,” she explained. “Sometimes they’re of the past, and sometimes they’re of the future, and I often don’t know which. I think there is more to you than just your ability to heal, but I’m an old woman. I might be hoping more than actually sensing,” she admitted with a self-deprecating smile.

“I’m just a healer, Miss Sybil. I’m content with that.”

“And you should be. You’re much calmer now than you were.” There was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Is Tobyn still sitting at the outside table?”

“Yes, ma’am. How did you know he was there?”

“Because you finally settled down. I knew exactly when he returned to the house. You know, don’t you, dear?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Yes, you do. If it’s plain to me, it has to be to you.”

Kellar went to object, but looking into those bright, kind eyes, he folded. “I suspect, but I'm not certain. It doesn’t matter anyway. Tobyn cares more about Morningstar, and he should.”

“Yes, the pack is important to him, but I don’t believe for a second he cares more for it.”

“Maybe… maybe I’m just in plain old love?”

“Well, that could be, but it’s not what your heart is telling you, is it?”

“I’m not sure a heart always makes the best sense of things, especially one that’s never felt this way before.” He looked away from those challenging eyes. “It takes two,” he muttered.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take it one day at a time, and I’m going to try to find answers, but I will never stand in Tobyn’s way. Miss Sybil, I’m curious… how does the pack feel about… unconventional pairings?”

“Who cares what anyone else might think, dear boy? Does it matter to you?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all.”

A big thank you to my editor, Timothy M., and to all those who read and support this story.
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24 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

God I love this chapter so much love and hope of love to come just perfect❤️

Thanks, buddy! I absolutely adore Miss Sybil. She is an incredible lady, almost from a bygone era, even in the shifter world. She knew exactly what was going on with Kellar during the visit. Smart lady. :yes:  :hug: 

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Oh wow this chapter is packed with lots of information. I find Kellar’s name unique and I thought you named him as that just to be different and memorable. Finding out that both Kellar’s given name and surname have deep meanings adds more questions regarding his already mysterious origins. 

Maybe Kellar is some kind of a wolf messiah, and his mission and purpose in life is to restart and resurrect pack traditions and connections.

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Kellar and Tobyn earthmates checklist:

Undeniable attraction? Check.

Sharper senses? Check.

Can read each other easily? Check.

Hates being separated? Checkcheckcheckcheckcheckcheck.

You guys, just have sex already lol joke.

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17 minutes ago, nix said:

Oh wow this chapter is packed with lots of information. I find Kellar’s name unique and I thought you named him as that just to be different and memorable. Finding out that both Kellar’s given name and sirname have deep meanings adds more questions regarding his already mysterious origins. 

Maybe Kellar is some kind of a wolf messiah, and his mission and purpose in life is to restart and resurrect pack traditions and connections.

Hey, nix! I love your speculation, but all I can say is :X  :P 

I absolutely love this chapter, because I love Miss Sybil. Such a genteel lady with such a tragic story. Kellar has found someone special he can ask questions of. She is a wealth of information despite not being a Keeper, and she is seeing what Tobyn isn't.

I did a lot of research into every name that appears in this book. Kellar's name was the one I took the most care with. His name really does mean those things. :) 

Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with another great comment... glad you are enjoying the journey, my friend. :hug: 

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19 minutes ago, nix said:

Kellar and Tobyn earthmates checklist:

Undeniable attraction? Check.

Sharper senses? Check.

Can read each other easily? Check.

Hates being separated? Checkcheckcheckcheckcheckcheck.

You guys, just have sex already lol joke.

LOL... it would seem a given, but if only it was that easy. :P  As Kellar says... maybe it's just plain old love. :unsure:  Miss Sybil thinks otherwise, though. :)  Cheers! G. :hug: 

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48 minutes ago, Story Reader said:

Miss Sybil is not only a seer but she is seeing how Tobyn and Kellar are connected just by observing them. They connect with each other! 

Miss sybil is a very smart lady. I just love her as a character. She kind of broke my heart with her story when I wrote her... so tragic. Yes, there is no doubt there is a connection between Kellar and Tobyn. :yes:  Thanks, my friend. Cheers! :hug: 

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As I have said before

"Well you sure have a knack with writing old lady's. I just love Miss Sybil and how she acts just a wonderful scene:yes:"

You teach us about shifters so perfectly and fully. I just love this chapter as we learn so much. And why I love reading it over and over! and finally this last part is just perfect also!

“I’m not sure a heart always makes the best sense of things, especially one that’s never felt this way before.” He looked away from those challenging eyes. “It takes two,” he muttered.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take it one day at a time, and I’m going to try to find answers, but I will never stand in Tobyn’s way. Miss Sybil, I’m curious… how does the pack feel about… unconventional pairings?”

“Who cares what anyone else might think, dear boy? Does it matter to you?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all.”

Just perfect

Thanks for sharing this story Gary :thankyou::worship::worship:💖

 

 

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37 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

As I have said before

"Well you sure have a knack with writing old lady's. I just love Miss Sybil and how she acts just a wonderful scene:yes:"

You teach us about shifters so perfectly and fully. I just love this chapter as we learn so much. And why I love reading it over and over! and finally this last part is just perfect also!

“I’m not sure a heart always makes the best sense of things, especially one that’s never felt this way before.” He looked away from those challenging eyes. “It takes two,” he muttered.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take it one day at a time, and I’m going to try to find answers, but I will never stand in Tobyn’s way. Miss Sybil, I’m curious… how does the pack feel about… unconventional pairings?”

“Who cares what anyone else might think, dear boy? Does it matter to you?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all.”

Just perfect

Thanks for sharing this story Gary :thankyou::worship::worship:💖

 

 

Ah... Miss Sybil! I love that woman so much. I know I say it a lot about different chapters, but this truly is one of my favorites. It was so comforting to read this again, and I thank you for quoting the end passage. I don't know if it's perfect, but it's a chapter I'm very proud of... and such an important one to the story. Cheers and thanks, Albert. As always, you rock! :hug: 

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Savior as well as healer? Those are big expectations to fill.

I can't help but think if wolves know packs can be found by their habit of using names associated with the heavens, hunters must know too.

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45 minutes ago, drpaladin said:

Savior as well as healer? Those are big expectations to fill.

I can't help but think if wolves know packs can be found by their habit of using names associated with the heavens, hunters must know too.

Ah... we meet Miss Sybil. I just love that woman. She might not be a keeper, but she sure knows a lot about shifter history, and she gave Kellar a lot to think about. Once again, Kellar has more weight put on him, if those meanings carry any weight. Her seer abilities are inactive, but she does seem to have her intuition intact. 

You make a good point about the names shifters use for their businesses. In reality, the use of heavenly or constellation type names is incredibly common in the human world, but the shifter world has to be smarter than that. They've been careless in so many ways, and they are on their way to extinction. :(  Yes, I think hunters knew exactly what to look for in the past. Cheers! :hug: 

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Miss Sybil is a gem.  Her knowledge and observations have Kellar thinking of some new ideas that may connect to the malaise.  She obviously can see that Tobyn and Kellar are earth mates, and is subtlety trying to help in some way.  I have to wait for the road trip for another chapter, but this was a wealth of information. I think Elinor will most likely add support to these ideas.  Wow! The chapter had me listening and thinking along with Kellar.  Thanks for a glimpse of a sparkling new character, Gary.

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On 5/3/2020 at 12:24 AM, Headstall said:

Hey, nix! I love your speculation, but all I can say is :X  :P 

I absolutely love this chapter, because I love Miss Sybil. Such a genteel lady with such a tragic story. Kellar has found someone special he can ask questions of. She is a wealth of information despite not being a Keeper, and she is seeing what Tobyn isn't.

I did a lot of research into every name that appears in this book. Kellar's name was the one I took the most care with. His name really does mean those things. :) 

Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with another great comment... glad you are enjoying the journey, my friend. :hug: 

Hi Gary,  I just checked out the meaning of the names for these people.  You did a great job.  I was surprised about Tilly, believing it to be a nickname.  Wow! her name fits her so very well.

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7 hours ago, raven1 said:

Miss Sybil is a gem.  Her knowledge and observations have Kellar thinking of some new ideas that may connect to the malaise.  She obviously can see that Tobyn and Kellar are earth mates, and is subtlety trying to help in some way.  I have to wait for the road trip for another chapter, but this was a wealth of information. I think Elinor will most likely add support to these ideas.  Wow! The chapter had me listening and thinking along with Kellar.  Thanks for a glimpse of a sparkling new character, Gary.

Yes, she is. I always love the reaction when readers meet this wonderful lady. You have no idea what she meant to me. Her character is one of my all time favorites. She is a wise, thoughtful, and caring woman, with a story of her own. She lets us know what having an earth mate means by telling her own tragic story. Losing a mate is an incredible cross to bear for the surviving one, and that is the thing Tobyn resents about them. Kellar comes away with a better understanding of the man he loves, and I think that was important, even if it doesn't change anything. 

This part of the story is where it becomes hard for me to pick a favorite chapter, for they all feel like my children. :)  This one, though, stands out for me. So glad you liked it... and Miss Sybil. :hug: 

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7 hours ago, raven1 said:

Hi Gary,  I just checked out the meaning of the names for these people.  You did a great job.  I was surprised about Tilly, believing it to be a nickname.  Wow! her name fits her so very well.

Thank you! It might not be important for the storytelling, but it was really important to me. Names used to mean something with older peoples, and I wanted that tradition to be alive with my shifter race. :) I spent hours pouring over names and their meanings... and I don't regret a minute of it. It gives me great satisfaction when I read the story now. Cheers! :hug: 

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First and foremost, Miss Sybil still remains a stellar character that i love very much.  Her powers as a seer may be low compared to when she was young, but she still can see many things with her heart and eyes that others might miss.

I can't believe the wealth of clues you gave us in this chapter, Gary.  How blind was I?  I am falling in love with this story even more deeply than I did when I read if first.  

I had forgotten why I commented on Tilly's name so had to look it up again.  Just the tiniest bit of spoiler or maybe not, but...

Spoiler

Don't limit your search for the meaning of names.

I hope you don't mind Gary. 

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1 hour ago, raven1 said:

First and foremost, Miss Sybil still remains a stellar character that i love very much.  Her powers as a seer may be low compared to when she was young, but she still can see many things with her heart and eyes that others might miss.

I can't believe the wealth of clues you gave us in this chapter, Gary.  How blind was I?  I am falling in love with this story even more deeply than I did when I read if first.  

I had forgotten why I commented on Tilly's name so had to look it up again.  Just the tiniest bit of spoiler or maybe not, but...

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Don't limit your search for the meaning of names.

I hope you don't mind Gary. 

Happy to hear you are falling more deeply in love with htis story. That means a lot to hear. Great literature stands up over time, and I am not saying this is great literature, but I know in my heart it is a special story, one many readers will always remember.

I'm not quite sure what you meant in your message, but I too feel Tilly's name suits her. She is a tough one, and the entire pack knows it, and loves her for it. :)

Cheers and thanks, buddy. :hug: 

 

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Hidden things, Hidden things, Hidden in plain sight! Man, I love how you have always done such good jobs with old lady's they just come to life under your pen! This was a good chapter filling in info Kellar desperately needs I do hope he wakes up to the truth of it! 

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5 hours ago, Albert1434 said:

Hidden things, Hidden things, Hidden in plain sight! Man, I love how you have always done such good jobs with old lady's they just come to life under your pen! This was a good chapter filling in info Kellar desperately needs I do hope he wakes up to the truth of it! 

:gikkle:  Writing a mystery might be scary, but it's fun too. Yeah, old ladies seem to be my jam. :P  I adore Miss Sybil, so that helped in writing her. And yes, Kellar got some very important insight during this little visit. Thanks for your enthusiastic comment, buddy. :hug: 

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I do love Miss Sybil!  Thanks for all the wonderful information in this chapter.  I love how you use dialogue to reveal this.  It is so much more interesting to absorb the information from a dialogue than a narrative.

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6 hours ago, raven1 said:

I do love Miss Sybil!  Thanks for all the wonderful information in this chapter.  I love how you use dialogue to reveal this.  It is so much more interesting to absorb the information from a dialogue than a narrative.

I believe it is something I understood as a reader but never really thought about until I began writing. Dropping big chunks of narrative is something I learned to avoid because they interrupt the flow of a story. Readers are more likely to absorb details from dialogue. That said, there are times narratives are necessary, but even they can be made more palatable as inner thoughts and conversations from a character. :) 

Miss Sybil is the best! One of my favorite characters of all time for so many different reasons. It was rewarding that readers took to her so easily. :hug: 

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