First, I have been biting my tongue to keep from gushing about how closely the feel of ESO’s Valenwood is to Buffy’s imagineered ancestral home until you had a chance to see some of it in the game, and now you’ve been there! Even the Valley tribe’s sparsely treed plains can be found in Greenshade. I happily embrace differences from the games and lore in stories, I’m just tickled that Buffyversewood blends so beautifully with what I see when my characters walk around in the game.

I was delighted to see so many practical tools summoned to Buffy’s hands as she needed them. Here is a University trained mage at work regardless how rustic the surroundings. And why waste bag space on things other than shoes? Ha, I’m sure Vandrelis was happy that the cook assigned a naked task to the Cloud Dancer lasses. I loved the method of sharing the waterbreathing spell, since hopefully it bodes well for Violet sharing her knowledge of finding familiars. What a warm and lovely episode. I could hug Violet just for being there with Buffy.

I picked up the same little detail as SubRosa, and am starting to wonder if that butterfly/moth is going to be her familiar.

In our last episode, Buffy and her cousin were tasked by the tribe’s cook to gather freshwater mussels from the river. Violet’s eagle familiar kept watch as the two elves used Buffy’s waterbreathing spell to help as they hunted along the river bottom. While drying themselves in the sun, they noticed Vandrelis watching from across the river. Buffy learned from Violet that he was the chief’s son.

DE- Thanks for noting the threads of Azura here. Unknown to Buffy, the little butterfly is indeed her godmother and we are reminded, with that shrine, that Buffy’s mother had turned to Azura shortly after Buffy was conceived.

BretonBlood- I hope you’ll enjoy the path that things between Buffy and Vandrelis take. I like the idea of the eagle familiar as well – helpful but not overpowered at all. Thank you!

mALX- As you recall from the prelude, when Buffy’s mother asked Mara and Kynareth to be Buffy’s godmother all she got was silence. That is why she turned to Azura who, though not really qualified for the task, accepted the role. Much of what I know about horses, I learned from you, my friend. Oh noes! I should have said otters or crows or. . . anything except squirrels!

SubRosa- Thanks! It was a big decision to briefly depart from Buffy’s strict first person perspective when we wrote the book's prelude - but now it is fun to display her clueless interactions with the little butterfly whose identity only we know.

Renee- Buffy has always loved what SubRosa and I have called ‘utility magic’, and I thank you for your encouragement. Buffy is pretty good at summoning a wide range of what other mages would consider quite mundane objects to help her with routine tasks.

Lopov- Thank you. Buffy was anxious to repay Violet for her kindnesses and the waterbreathing spell was a great opportunity. I’m so glad the mention that Buffy’s mother maintained a shrine to Azura drew you back to the prelude – that was my hope.

Grits- I too am pleasantly surprised to see how closely ESO matches our own vision of Valenwood – particularly since this book was fully drafted before I ever really knew anything about ESO. Summoning mundane tools to leave more wardrobe room is exactly right! I’m also glad you noticed that sharing the waterbreathing spell was also foreshadowing the arcane intimacy required for Violet to teach Buffy the Find Familiar ability. Thank you!

ghastley- Although the little butterfly is an unobtrusive manifestation of Azura, I wouldn’t bet on a butterfly familiar. Thanks!



The reward for our morning of hard work was several more hours spent opening, cleaning, checking for pearls and preparing mussels for the cook. Chatting with Violet made the time pass quickly though. I learned that women of the Spirit Catchers Tribe were generally skilled with bow and magic, while the men excelled with bow and blade.

During my brief time here, I had seen that mer of the Strid River Valley Tribe generally favored grazing on their own schedule in lieu of community meals. This evening was an exception, as nearly the entire tribe gathered to share flatbread, wild strawberry wine and fish stew. Once our bellies were full, the reason for the occasion became clear.

The tribe’s chief stood and announced, “The spring hunt is upon us. As you know, I have led each of our hunts for many years now and, since he came of age, my son has been at my side during each of them. He is now ready to take another significant step in his training to one day become your chief. Two days hence, it is Vandrelis who will lead our huntsmer as they quest for a mammoth to sustain our tribe."

After dinner, I joined several of the huntsmer in some good natured target practice that would also help Vandrelis select his mammoth hunters. I was easily bested by the other mer and their light elven bows during the contests that required shooting while maneuvering on foot. When it came to accuracy at range from a fixed firing perch though, I did extremely well. They were also impressed that many of Slayer’s arrows, after passing through the hide targets, continued on to split or damage the rocks beyond. At Vandrelis’ request, I saddled Superian and gave a brief demonstration of my mounted archery ability.

When Violet and I finally crawled into our furs, sleep came quickly.

Early the following morning, we found the roster Vandrelis had posted of huntsmer assigned to the band he would lead. Scanning down the list of just over a score of names, we found ‘Violet and eagle’ right above ‘Buffy and horse’. The parchment also announced a midday briefing.

Taking my cue from Violet, we focused on general preparations in order to have the afternoon and evening to make refinements after we learned our assignments. My time was spent working with the tribe’s leather artisan to replace Superian’s crude bridle of vines.

When the sun was high, we made our way to the central cookfire. If Vandrelis was nervous about leading the mammoth hunt, it didn’t show as he detailed his plans and assignments to the assembled huntsmer. Violet was assigned to one group of ten hunters. Most of the remaining hunters comprised a second group of the same size. Vandrelis explained that Superian and I would function as a separate maneuver element. Finally, two additional hunters would guide and escort the tribe’s river buffalo-drawn wagon required to help bring our anticipated bounty home. As he went into great detail, I was impressed by both his planning and the confidence he inspired.

Once he finished our briefing and the hunting party wandered off to continue their preparations, Vandrelis caught up with me. “Buffy, how fast is your horse?” In response to my tilted head and confused look he added, “I mean, can she outrun a mammoth?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “How fast are they?”

“Much faster than any mer, but slower than an antelope.”

I smiled. “Then she can outrun them.”

“Good.” He looked relieved. “After the first arrow is fired, our target will charge and not stop until dead. Normally, we split and fan our groups into too many targets for the mammoth to focus on, hoping that the animal’s uncertainty and confusion will allow those in position to keep shooting. I’m relying on your horse’s speed and maneuverability to keep the focus of our quarry’s charge on you instead of my much slower foot archers.”

“Superian and I will do our best,” I replied soberly.

I realized he was leading me to the giant skull just outside the elders’ tent. As we stopped, he continued. “This belongs to the mammoth we took during our last hunt and serves as a reminder of the magnificent animal responsible for sustaining this tribe for half a year. Confident that his spirit will have returned to the plains, we hope to replace this with the skull of his successor.”

He tapped on the broad bone forehead with his knuckles before continuing, “This is why our hunters do not aim for the head but focus on the shoulders and hips to slow, and the side of the chest to kill. It is like armor and I’ve never seen an archer able to pierce it - until last night. I saw the damage your bow did to those rocks behind our targets.”

I tapped on the skull myself. “I believe Slayer’s power and armor-piercing magic can penetrate this.”

“I suspected as much. Remember that your first priority is to hold our quarry’s ire as a target it cannot catch, thereby protecting our hunters. That said, if you do get the opportunity to shoot, try to pierce the animal’s skull. A successful hunt means losing no tribesmer, but also honoring our prey with a quick and merciful death. That is why we coordinate our attack with so many bows.”

“Your tribe has beautiful traditions, Vandrelis. I’m proud to hopefully play a small role tomorrow in helping to continue them.”

“Thank you, Buffy. Well, I’d better check on how preparations fare with our buffalo and his wagon.”

“Of course,” I said. “I understand how busy you must be.”

He started to turn, then abruptly stepped close enough that I could feel the heat from his bare chest. He looked down into my eyes and said, “After the hunt. . . I hope you will stay with us for a time.” He then turned and headed for the river.

I followed the mer with my eyes for a time - acutely aware of how his broad shoulders and bronzed back narrowed into a shapely rump - before trying to return my flustered focus to preparations for the hunt.

The rest of the afternoon was spent helping Violet fletch arrows for her bow, filling waterskins and packing a small amount of dry food to sustain us both during the hunt. I knew there would be unlimited grazing for Superian out on the plains.

Dinner that evening was another tribal affair, but the huntsmer were more subdued than the previous night. I attributed it to the same nervous anticipation that I was feeling. Regardless, the certainty of starting out before sunrise sent all of us to our sleeping furs early.

Ooh mammoth hunting! The oldest of traditions. I hope Team Bosmer all make it through this one, though with "Buffy and horse" on their side they certainly stand a good chance.

I've been reading this latest Buffy story with immense enjoyment as it has been unfolding. I apologize for not commenting sooner.


Umm, yeah. I can see it too. Hmm-mmm!

One nit:
You left out the closing quote here.

Otherwise, the story continues to unfold, and I'm more or less transported to the heyday of the Great Plains Indians as they prepared for their buffalo hunts. Having just recently read Alan Swale's first two books of his Eagle trilogy, it is not difficult to imagine. If that was you intent, you are accomplishing this very well.

And while I haven't gone to Valenwood in ESO yet, I don't need that experience to visualize what you are creating for us readers here. Lovely bits of world building - others have remarked upon the same things I've already noticed so I don't see the need to repeat everything again.

Awesome, Acadian, I like this episode a lot - I see it as an "announcement" for the hunt to come

Looks like this hunt will be special for Spirit Catchers too, with Buffy and her skull-piercing Slayer joining them.

Though my favorite part is where Vandrelis turns back to Buffy and talks to her. That was nicely done, and you created the fitting atmosphere in just a few words.

Oh, and one more thing, I love the expression huntsmer!

The reward for a morning of hard work is more hard work! Some things never change in life.

Buffy's huntsmering abilities are as expected. You have demonstrated her strengths and weaknesses so well in the past we knew how that was going to work out before even reading the words.

Confident that his spirit will have returned to the plains
Exactly what a RL hunter-gatherer would have said.

My Vandrelis, what a shapely rump you have...

I look forward to the big hunt next week!

How fitting that the men are talented in the use of the sword and bow, and the women magic and the bow. Either way, the bow and arrow are the main tools for Bosmeri weaponry. Great chapter as we learn along with Buffy about the tribe, their foods, their training and customs. The mammoth skull was a nice touch and I'm tapping my feet here impatiently awaiting the mammoth hunt. The preparations are already here.

It warms my heart to see that Buffy just may have something going on here with Vandrelis . . . it all starts with the lingering gaze. I like what's going on here. I too, hope that Buffy ends up staying with them for quite awhile.

Great chapter, Acadian!

And thanks for the information on the butterfly. I suspected as much

Nit: Well, as the Master of Nits(I have them all the time), here's one I found:

"The reward for our morning of hard work was several more hours spent opening, cleaning. checking for pearls and preparing mussels for the cook."

I believe there should be a comma there rather than a period, and if not, "checking" should begin with a capital C.

I really did enjoy this chapter, it was sort of like tryouts to make the hunting team, and naturally Buffy with her bow, Slayer, and Superian she would make the team. I am excited to see how the hunt turns out with Buffy being set up to be the killing blow.

We also see Vandrelis show some more interest in Buffy... where will that lead I am wondering.

I had the same sensation Haute spoke of in reading this; it almost gave the vibe of the Great Plains Indians the days leading into their big buffalo hunt before winter sets in - very cool tribal feel to the customs of these Mer; enough so that it is surprising to hear their speech is far from tribal and you remember they are Mer, lol. Excellent the way you immersed the reader into their culture!

Seconding everyone else's comment here; I got a huge kick out of Vandrelis looming his sweaty chest into Buffy's face and then giving her a walking away shot to think about while she was swoony, lol. Buffy may be a grieving widow, but hey! She is still female!

But this next line was my absolute favorite, and I'm glad SubRosa noticed it too - kind of confirms in my mind that it was as awesome as I thought it was:



That sums up and brings us full circle back to that sensation of the tribal Plains Natives - Really Awesome write here!!!! Excellent l!!

The thing that I'm noticing is that he's essentially told her "either the whole tribe attacks the mammoth and it dies slowly, or you shoot it in the head".

No pressure!

Woo, Vandrelis leads his first hunt! I loved the preparations, especially that "Buffy and horse" will be a separate element. With Superian's speed and Buffy's powerful bow, they can make a huge difference in the hunt.

The best part for me was after Vandrelis had finished talking privately to Buffy about hunt business, when his hotness turned back and showed his personal interest in her. I don't think he wants her to stay just to help render all that mammoth fat.

hazmick- Thank you! One mammoth hunt coming right up!

Rider- Delighted to have you back with us! You are spot on regarding some of our influences; they include the American Great Plains Indians, Jane Auel’s ‘Earth’s Children’ books and. . . oh yes, TES. Thanks for the nit so I could quickly fix it.

Lopov- Thanks much for sharing my like for the term huntsmer – it just seems to fit. Also glad you’re enjoying the tentative dance between Buffy and Vandrelis.

SubRosa- It is music to my ears that you could predict how Buffy would fare during various aspects of the archery competition! I also appreciate your endorsement of this tribe’s (and Buffy’s) rather reverent and spiritual approach to hunting.

DE- As I mentioned to hazmick, one mammoth hunt coming right up! As I’m sure you can see, there are several themes weaving through Buffy’s visit with the Strid River Valley tribe – learning some spirit magic from Violet, Vandrelis trying to tug at her heart and, of course, learning some about life as a plains hunter. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

BretonBlood- Thank you! I figure Vandrelis included Violet and Buffy among his hunting party as much for their critters as for their bows.

mALX- I’m so glad the tribal feel of plains hunters is coming through – thank you! I hope you enjoy the hunt itself in today’s episode!

ghastley- You nailed it! Buffy’s first mammoth hunt and there is quite a bit of pressure on her, Superian and Slayer. Thank you!

Grits- I’m so glad that you caught the inseparability of Violet and Buffy from their critters. This big team hunt is all new for Buffy so she’s pretty nervous – especially given the big role that Vandrelis has assigned her. Thanks!


In our last episode, Buffy learned that the chief's son, Vandrelis, would be leading the spring mammoth hunt. She and Violet were both selected to be part of his hunting party and spent their time preparing for the hunt.



By midmorning we were well out onto the prairie. Our search was guided by Violet, based on what her eagle familiar showed her from the air. From my high perch astride Superian, I was the first mer to actually see the mammoths as we crested a rolling hill. As I pointed them out, Vandrelis called a stop to our procession. The herd consisted of about a score of the giant animals, grazing and lingering near a small patch of green that probably indicated water.

Our river buffalo and his wagon, along with two hunters, remained together right where we stopped. I had learned the draft animal’s name was Tobias and that he was as steady and placid as he was strong. The remaining hunters continued over the ridgeline’s crest then split into two groups, separating themselves by enough distance to create a killing zone between them. Once Vandrelis was satisfied, he gave his signal. Both groups held their position out to my flanks, while Superian and I continued straight toward the herd.

As we drew closer, a bull mammoth moved to place himself between me and the herd. Raising his trunk, he trumpeted a loud warning. He then stood directly facing me as the rest of the herd returned to grazing. It was clear they had no intention of yielding their oasis and likely considered Superian and I simply pests to be kept away.

Our plans for cutting an individual from a moving herd and drawing it into our killing zone had just changed. Fortunately, Vandrelis had discussed this very possibility during the preceding day’s briefing - and I trusted the tribe that had been hunting these massive creatures for generations knew much more about their behavior than I. Apparently, as long as I continued to seem merely a nuisance to the herd, they would trust this big bull to deal with me. Should I attack however, the whole herd would likely charge.

Superian eased closer and maneuvered slightly to one side. The mammoth lowered his head, slowly sweeping his tusks – each longer than my mare –just above the ground in an ominous display. He then pawed up a cloud of dust with one massive foot.

Superian wisely stopped. She understood the foot pawing part of his warning perfectly. Indeed, had I not been astride her, she would have readily heeded it and retreated. But, for better or worse, as long as her elven archer was in the saddle, she had boundless courage. While I was pondering how to provoke our quarry into an aggressive display that would draw him away from the herd, Superian made our choice for us by snorting and pawing the ground with her own challenge.

Her action was enough to generate a mock charge. We bolted to the side and slightly away, stopping abruptly as he did. I was relieved to see that the rest of the herd seemed content to let him deal with the insignificant horse and elf.

I then ran Superian fairly close across the bull’s frontage inciting another charge that was more aggressive. This time we were able to tease him slightly away from the herd. When Superian and I taunted him into a third charge, he finally seemed determined to end to our annoyance once and for all. With plenty of speed, we opened some distance and turned to verify that the rest of the herd remained uncommitted. We then raced tantalizingly close and began to lead the now furious mammoth toward the awaiting huntsmer of the Strid River Valley Tribe.

As we entered the killing zone, a score of arrows flew from the tall grass on both sides of the mammoth. Severely wounded, he stopped, trumpeted his pain and fury then looked for an assailant to charge. The second volley staggered the giant animal yet he remained unsteadily on his feet. By now, I had sharply wheeled Superian around and fully drawn Slayer. My arrow pierced the mammoth’s skull just as the tribe’s third volley struck from both sides. The animal fell – dead. The time it took from first arrow to last was probably less than ten seconds.

It had been a merciful death for this mighty and noble creature, but there were neither cheers nor shouts of celebration.

I dismounted and joined my fellow huntsmer as we arrayed ourselves around the mammoth. Each of us soberly dropped to one knee.

It was Vandrelis who spoke. “Honored and majestic guardian of the prairie, your sacrifice will sustain the elves of my tribe and we revere you for it. We grieve for your herd, but know that others will rise to the tasks you leave behind. May the Nirn Mother guide your journey until, once again, the thunder of your feet across these plains announces the return of your mighty spirit.”

It was similar to the sentiment and ceremony I had performed over the carcass of every prey animal that had sustained me since my first kill. I had not even seen ten summers when my archery master, Daenlin, ensured that I knew how to perform it and understood its meaning. For such was nature’s circle of life. The round-ears viewed animal flesh as a supplement to their more agrarian diet and had digestive systems that supported such. Bosmer, however, were not humans; we were primarily carnivorous predators. While my mouth certainly enjoyed strawberries and sweet rolls, my body – like those of this tribe – required meat to survive.

Once Tobias and his escorts arrived, we unloaded the tools and equipment from his wagon to support the daunting tasks of skinning, gutting, dismembering and transporting this massive creature.

Indeed, the process required several heavily-laden trips that took us through the night and well into the next day. Superian pulled a sled that used tusks as rails, rib bones as cross supports and was lashed together with strips of hide. Her first load consisted of massive portions of meat wrapped in large sections of the animal's pelt. Ultimately, I believe Superian proved as valuable as Tobias, but those on foot also carried heavy packs filled with our treasure from the prairie.

Even as we traveled back and forth between our kill and the village, those of the tribe who were not among the hunting party were hard at work processing the arriving bounty. Numerous fires and racks were already smoking meat. An entire team of elves was necessary to handle and begin curing the large sections of pelt which would eventually be tanned and softened using oils from the animal’s own brain.

The sun was past its zenith on the second day as we finally unloaded the last of it. The entire village assembled around the animal’s skull – which now occupied its predecessor’s place of honor next to the elders’ tent. The chief spoke. “Our entire party of hunters has returned safely. The smell of freshly roasting mammoth once again fills this village.” He placed his hand reverently on the giant skull. “I am told this animal died valiantly but with merciful quickness. These things are the marks of a successful hunt and we give thanks to the Nirn Mother.” He turned to Vandrelis. “Have your hunters clean themselves, their equipment, then enjoy a well-deserved day of rest. Tomorrow night the entire tribe will feast and celebrate.”

Vandrelis then assembled his hunters to briefly add his own thanks and admonishment to clean up and rest.

I made my way to Superian and hugged the filthy mare. Both of us were exhausted, covered with blood and smelled badly. I mounted and we slowly rode into the river. I slipped into the water where it was shoulder-deep and began the process of removing, rinsing out, and tossing ashore my buckskins and Superian’s tack. I then washed my mare and, finally, myself. Most of the hunters had joined us in the river doing much the same thing. Almost half of us were women, but all were too exhausted to care about the fact that our bits were on display.

Clean, dry and covered by a short tunic, I joined Violet in hanging our wet things on branches to dry. I then managed to groom my precious mare and get us fed before my feet carried me to the women’s tent. That it was only mid afternoon was no deterrent to sleep, which came quickly and deeply.

I love that Plan A didn't work, but Vandrelis had already put Plan B together so well that Buffy and Superian could just go ahead with it. How awesome that Superian's foot pawing that we saw in reply to the minotaur was the final straw for the mammoth and started the hunt!

I found the packing up and processing of the kill just as interesting as the hunt itself. Buffy's exhaustion was very real by the time she dragged her bits out of the river and off to sleep. Since the hunt went so well, I imagine that more huntsmer than Vandrelis will hope that Buffy stays. Also every tribesmer who had a loved one out on those plains and hoped that they wouldn't return in the wagon will be thankful once they hear the story. What a fabulous episode!

I loved the communication between Superian and the bull mammoth. Yes, her returning his challenge would trigger a more serious charge from him.

But what caught my eye in this episode was this phrase:


Sounds like Bosmer are part feline! For cats, too, are obligate carnivores and cannot survive without meat.

Didn't see any nits this time!

Buffy & Superian are always a great lure!

What shone above everything in this chapter for me was this passage:



What strikes me so strongly here is that she was taught from early childhood the ways of her own people by Daenlin; and that is the second time something he had taught her or raised her to believe was 100% in sync with their customs.

So now for the second time I'm wondering if Daenlin may have had a connection to this tribe! Maybe there is a reason he was Buffy's guardian all this time!

*mALX slathers at the delicious possibilities*

Spectacular write !!!!

That poor mammoth. These tribes are like Indians though at least, they take but they also give, in a way.

Violet and her eagle familiar are reminding me of The Falcon and his sidekick Redwing from the old Captain America comics.

Well, trust Buffy to get someone exasperated! I see it works on mammoths just as well as it does on everyone else! Getting the bull's dander up certainly worked to get it to cut itself from the rest of the herd. Buffy showed the power of light cavalry, with her mock charges and quick retreats. Or as Bruce Lee once said: "...water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend."

The circle of life plays itself out. I was keenly aware of how this hunt could make or break the entire tribe. A situation especially magnified by the fact it is Vandrelis' first time leading it. Its success means the tribe's future is assured for another six months. But things could have easily gone very badly the elves, and ended with many maimed or dead. While Buffy was certainly the ace in the deck here, it is Vandrelis' leadership and preparation of Buffy that really showed through here for me.




nits:
Have your hunters clean themselves, their equipment[,] then enjoy a well-deserved day of rest.
I think you were missing a comma where I inserted it above.

The mammoth was a necessary sacrifice but at least Elves brought it down quickly and will use the slain animal and its "contents" to ensure their own survival. So what happens with the skull of the previous slain mammoth when new one arrives?

Woo! And so the hunt begins!! I quote mALX in the passage: that was so great. We see the deep-rooted beliefs instilled in Buffy so long ago shine here.

The hunt with the mammoth was just intriguing and just as an animal would act when faced with such peril. In the end the majestic creature was no match for Buffy's arrow, nor the others that struck him.



This was great!! Speaks volumes about the Bosmer, and why they value meat so much. There's the Green Pact also . . . awesome.

I have to add that the manner in which they brought back the meat was very great and insightful. You excelled here as a writer, Acadian and I am thoroughly enjoying Buffy's journey here. And the end of this chapter had my mouth watering the entire time

Vandrelis has seen Buffy's abilities shine here. I long to see what the celebration and the feast will bring, besides these Bosmer together.

Very exciting hunt indeed. I really liked the part where you mention how Superian ordinarily would have fled, but with Buffy on her back she is the most courageous horse to ever live. I just found that special because it really shows their bond.

Then when they took down the mammoth, I love how you went into detail and then at the end mentioned how from the first arrows that flew to the lasto ne, only about 10 seconds had pasted. It goes to show how fast and frantic this mighty task was and how skilled the tribe, and Buffy are. I don't know I really liked that.

Grits- Thank you! I love how Superian’s bravado is all based on overconfidence in the elf in her saddle. I enjoyed the hunt but am glad that it all fit nicely within one episode.

Rider- Like you, I enjoyed the large role that Superian played in the hunt. Happily for Buffy, strawberries, sweet rolls and wine won’t make her sick but, in her world, Bosmer really are primarily carnivorous by necessity.

mALX- I very much appreciate your endorsement of Buffy’s approach to hunting. It was wonderful for her to discover the same view is shared by many more Bosmer than just Daenlin. I figure Daenlin is descended from one of the ground dwelling tribes similar to this one, whereas the less sturdy and smaller tree dwellers hail from deeper south in Valenwood.

Renee- I know. An odd relationship to kill such a majestic animal – even though it is required for survival. As you say, though, they try to revere and respect their prey as best they can. Thanks!

SubRosa- Heh, I confess a touch of ‘Beastmaster’ influence when it comes to familiars. I love how you pointed out that Buffy can even exasperate an animal as patient as a mammoth! With only two such hunts a year you are right to point out how critical each one is and the loss of any huntsmer damages future prospects. This was an important hunt for just the reasons you mention. Thanks for pointing out that nit so I could fix it.

Lopov- Thank you! To be honest, I didn’t really think about removal of the old skull.

DE- Gosh, given the depth of your ‘all things Hircine’ knowledge, your kind words are most rewarding. I very much hoped you would enjoy this hunt, as I know that much of Buffy’s story can be a bit. . . girly. Oh, and thank you for noting that nit.

BretonBlood- Thank you! Over the years, Buffy and Superian have grown to be almost inseparable and so much time together really does help them to communicate intuitively. The mare has speed, a sense of smell, and instincts about the nature of those around her that far exceeds Buffy’s abilities. Given how much and how fast that mammoth could inflict damage, it was essential (and merciful) for the tribe to take him down quickly.

In our last episode, Buffy and Superian helped the Strid River Valley Tribe successfully hunt a mammoth. Once the long process of getting their kill back to camp was complete, elf and mare cleaned up. Sleep then came quickly to the exhausted elf.



When Violet and I finally emerged from the tent, we were blinking into the midmorning sun. After a breakfast of roasted mammoth heart that the other hunters assured me was required by tradition, I went to the river where Superian and Tobias, the draft river buffalo, were enjoying their day of rest. Our clothing was dry, but I decided to stay in my short tunic and bare feet.

I ambled along the water’s edge until the smells of smoke and roasting meat were replaced by those of rich loam and wildflowers. A patch of soft grass by the river became my seat as I watched the butterflies. Their delicate and varied hues of blue, green, gold and black sparkled in the sunshine as they danced among equally colorful small flowers. The occasional fish would break the water’s surface to snap at iridescent-winged dragonflies. After a time I closed my eyes and just listened to the water and cheerful chorus of birds among the treetops.

“Good morning, huntsmer.”

My eyes popped open to see that Vandrelis had quietly seated himself at my side. “H-how did you. . . ?” I stammered.

“I began my search at your horse,” he replied. “From there, your small footprints were easy to track in the soft ground along the river.” He busied himself for a moment selecting a long blade of grass. I smiled as he stuck the end of it in his mouth, remembering that my archery master, Daenlin, would often do the same. “You and your horse were most worthy additions to our hunting party.”

“Thank you, Vandrelis. You did a fine job of preparing and leading us.”

“Have you thought more about your plans?” he asked.

“I’ve learned much about the Cloud Dancer tribes from Violet,” I replied. “I expect I’ll head south to see the Tall Trees for myself.”

“I could travel with you, Buffy.”

My eyes widened with surprise. “You would leave your tribe?”

“For a time. . . if it means ensuring you come back to us.”

I was suddenly quite aware of how close he was to me and began to grow concerned. Not because his nearness made me want to move away - rather, because it didn’t. I avoided his eyes, afraid of what I might see. Afraid of what he might see. What drew me to the gallant future leader of this tribe was quite similar to the things that had drawn me to my Savlian Matius. Was I truly interested in Vandrelis or desperately grasping for a memory of Savlian? “I think you just want my mare to help bring home your next large kill.” I managed to conjure a crooked grin.

To his credit, Vandrelis seemed to realize my confused hesitance in response to his flirting, for his face lightened into playfulness. “I see you have discovered my intentions. Indeed, I shall just throw you into the river so it can carry you out to the Abecean. Then I will claim your mare for my tribe.”

As he reached for me, I squealed and tried to scramble to my feet. A moment later I was completely off the ground. My arms and legs flailed helplessly as the mer carried me the few steps to water’s edge and threw me nearly two horse lengths out into the river.

I sputtered to the surface to see him standing on the shore with his arms crossed in mock gloat. Filling my mouth with water I sprayed it toward him. My range was woefully short. In a moment, his buckskin boots were off and he dove into the river.

I pointed my feet to the sky and dove for the river’s bottom but could not match the Strid River mer’s swimming ability. His arms soon encircled me, pulled me to the surface and dragged me to a depth where he could stand but I could not.

Soaking wet and pinned against his chest, I made the mistake of looking up into those dark eyes.

He kissed me.

While my mind screamed with confusion, my lips and arms fully responded, as if trying to desperately fill the pent up void left by Savlian. Guilt soon overpowered the unexpected passion and I found my hands against his chest, struggling to push him away.

Vandrelis moved his hands from my back and rump up to my shoulders, allowing a fist full of distance between us as he carried me to shallow water.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. I could feel my chin quivering as tears joined the water on my face. “This is my fault. My heart is still broken and it’s unfair of me to imply more than I’m capable of right now. I don’t know what I was-“

His gentle finger on my lips stilled my voice. “No, Buffy, it is I who am sorry. When you first entered my valley you told me that your heart was broken. I should not have presumed or pushed you.” He gave me a beautifully sheepish smile. “I fear that I am more skilled at hunting than courting.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and returned his smile. “As am I. Thank you for trying to understand this very confused elf.”

After wringing the water from the hem area of my tunic, I sat and patted the ground next to me. Vandrelis made no effort to dry the buckskins that covered him below his bare chest as he joined me. Things somehow felt much more comfortable between us now and I found myself even leaning against him as we talked.

“I understand you will be chief one day?”

“As son of the current chief, that would not be unusual, although I still have much wisdom to yet learn from my father. As you have seen, he now trusts me enough to lead one of our hunts. When the time comes, however, anyone may challenge me. I do not relish the idea of having to fight and possibly kill members of my own tribe who choose to exercise that right. That is why I work hard to prove that I am worthy of serving this tribe that I love. When the time comes, I hope the entire tribe will accept me without challenge.”

My fingers pushed some of the dark wet mane from his eyes. “I think you will make a fine chief – as if you were indeed born to the role.”

“I hope you are right and that someday the Nirn Mother will favor me with a son or daughter of my own to succeed me.” After several moments spent in comfortable silence, he said, “Buffy, what’s your totem?”

I had sometimes been asked by amorous drunks in taverns what my birth sign or standing stone was, but totem? “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that term,” I replied, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“Forgive me. I forget that you were raised by Cyrodiils. A Bosmer’s totem is the symbol of an animal. For some it is a creature that has influenced their life. For others, the totem is more a reflection –or cause – of their personality.”

“I’m afraid I am unsure what my totem might be.” I glanced up, noting the sun was now fully overhead. I was surprised how quickly the morning had passed.

Vandrelis seemed to notice as well and, after pulling on his boots, stood and helped me to my feet. “I’ve enjoyed our time together this morning, Buffy.”

“As have I, Vandrelis. I look forward to seeing you at the feast and celebration this evening.” We walked together back toward the village. When we came to Superian, we parted ways. He continued up toward the center of camp while I began to groom my precious mare. She was in perfect condition, but I needed the time and closeness with her.

Well.

Vandrelis makes his move and now his intentions are clear.

What I find striking about this passage is not so much Buffy's realization that she is deeply attracted to this mer on so many levels in much the same way she was attracted to Savlian ( ) but rather the way Vangelis seems to be trying to find a balance between demonstrating his earnestness in courting Buffy without - well - trying too hard. He seems to be well aware of how handsome female mer find him, yet he doesn't take it for granted. He knows Buffy is intrigued by him, but he is just honorable enough to not take advantage of her vulnerable state.

It's good to see the friendship blooming between them. Speaks volumes to me of the kind of character Vandrelis is.

Oh, and am I the only one who reads Vandrelis and keeps thinking of this?

Oh my! Things are heating up, and we still haven't got to the celebratory feast!

Good to hear more about Vandrelis and his role in the tribe. The future chief thing sounds rather Orc-inspired - hopefully it won't be necessary.

It had me thinking Torygg/Ulfric.

Orcs seem to require that the challenger be the chief's son, whereas here When the time comes, however, anyone may challenge me., which is a lot more like the Nord tradition. I wonder if the result needs ratification by a moot of some kind?

Ha, not a problem! I enjoy it very much

This chapter was great, and just what we needed. You developed some possibilities in the earlier chapters and now we see it grow to such a degree here. This part here was gold:



I understand and sympathize with Buffy's apprehension. The banther between the two Mer had me smiling. I believe this is a healthy step for Buffy in light of what happened to Savlian . . . even after "Da Smooch"


Wait, what? Buffy doesn't know what totems are? Expected of a young Bosmer raised in the Imperial homeland.

I love the explanation of the totems and that's exactly what they are, even in the ES universe. Nords have totems, and obviously so do the Bosmer, and even the more primal and vicious hunting sub-cultures/cults who have the totems of Hircine. No matter which group has them, they have the universal meaning. Very interesting.

Great chapter, we find out Vandrelis's intentions, and how much of a gentlemer (lol) he is. He knew Buffy was still upset and decided to back off, but he has made his intentions clear to her so it will be interesting to see where things go from there for the two of them.

I enjoyed Vandrelis talking about the tribe and how he hopes that they will see him as a worthy ruler, but then at the same time he wants to be with Buffy and would like to travel with her and that creates an interesting situation. Maybe the tribe will look down on him being willing to leave the village, despite it being temporary, for a girl basically haha.

Can't wait to see what happens.

It was only a matter of time before Vandrelis would try and get closer to Buffy. You wrote the part as they're playing in water very well. I also liked the beginning, when Buffy didn't hear or see Vandrelis as he seated himself by her side. Maybe after spending some more time in the tribe Buffy will also "find" her totem.

So that makes two hearts Buffy has eaten! *remembers her presenting Raminus Polus with a Daedra Heart*

Vandry's got game! It was good to see a fun moment turn romantic, at least while it could. But emotional baggage is not so easily unburdened...

You had me smiling over the drunks in the bar asking Buffy her sign standing stone / birthsign.

Totems is it? Is there a ButterflyDragon?

The way he smoothly told her he was just interested in her for her horse and that she would end in the river - and then promptly proved it by tossing her in- this had me rolling!!!

Yeah, I knew Buffy too well to feel it would be an easy transition from grief to love again. That she even feels anything is a good sign that the healing is taking place though!

Awesome, AWESOME chapter !!!!

It seems that the only thing more charming than a wood elf is two wood elves. Vandrelis's best move was the swift and gentle apology that dispelled whatever tension hadn't already blown up when they kissed. When Buffy later leaned against him and then pushed the wet hair out of his eyes, I thought for some reason of how she might lean against Superian as a physical expression of their friendship.

"What's your totem" out of the blue made me chuckle. I'm interested to hear if and when that comes up again after Buffy has had some time to mull it over. I suspect that Vandrelis will continue to think about Buffy, whether he travels with her or not.

There were so many delightful details to enjoy here. "Two horse lengths" might be my favorite. This episode was a joy from start to finish!

Rider- Thank you! Vandrelis is honorable and speaks from his heart. That is good. Whether he is ‘right’ for Buffy will become more clear over the next few episodes. Heh, when I name a significant character, I make sure to google their name to see if I can live with any references to it that I might find. No problems with this guy.

hazmick- I certainly acknowledge an affection for Orcs and appreciate you pointing out some similarity here. When Vandrelis mentioned having a son or daughter to follow as chief after him, that was intentionally to show their customs are not patriarchic like the Orcs though. I admire Vandrelis’ objective of gaining enough respect/acceptance to avoid bloodshed in his quest to become chief.

ghastley- Thanks. Not to overengineer things but I sort of envision these tribes as quite independent of outside influence in determining their leadership. I think one reason the Bosmer have never been an overly formidable political influence is because they are too independent of each other to effectively organize much beyond tribe levels.

DE- Thanks and I’m so glad you’re enjoying the flirty bits. In truth, as we’ll see in today’s episode, my concept of totems here is most strongly influenced by Jane Auel’s Earth’s Children series of books – specifically Clan of the Cave Bear. You are right though in that it seems almost universal that totems are a reflection - or perhaps cause - of one’s personality.

BretonBlood- Vandrelis claims to be more skilled at hunting than courting – and that is very true. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to keep the door open without alienating Buffy in the process. Thank you!

Lopov- Thank you for your kind words on the awkward flirting interaction between Vandrelis and the little mer that seems to have caught his eye. She will indeed discover her totem before long.

SubRosa- I love how you recall so much of Buffy’s past and your insight on how it affects her: Her strengths and weakness at the tribe’s archery games. How Buffy impressed Raminus so long ago (it seems) by her claim to have eaten the heart of a Daedra Lord that she slayed. The significance of the Savlian-baggage that Buffy carries. And. . . I would not bet against your instincts regarding Buffy’s totem. . . .

mALX- Like SubRosa, you really are an aficionado of Buffy’s personality and long history. As such you are spot on that moving beyond Savlian will not be quick or easy for her. Like you though, I am very encouraged that she is even beginning to show interest in other men. I’m glad you liked how their water play lightened some rather tense moments.

Grits- Thank you! I hoped you would get a chuckle from the out of the blue ‘Hey, baby, what’s yer totem?’ remark. Yes, we’ll continue to add context to what the term means (in Buffy’s world) and it will soon become clear why Vandrelis asked. Thanks for noting the ‘two horselengths’; when reasonable, I try to have Buffy talk distances in ways relevant to what she knows best.


Previously- Buffy was joined by Vandrelis as she enjoyed her quiet morning along the bank of the Strid River. As the two mer talked, Buffy became confused by her feelings even as she rather welcomed his flirting. She fully responded to his kiss, but almost as quickly became overwhelmed with guilt over Savlian Matius and pushed him away. At least she was open with him about her internal conflicts and he seemed to understand. With their feelings more out in the open they felt more comfortable together. Vandrelis stumped Buffy by asking what her totem is. The two then parted, leaving Buffy with much to think about.



The evening’s feast of celebration paid homage to both mammoth and hunter. There was plenty of food and camaraderie. After our bellies were full, many of the men engaged in contests of strength while several of the women displayed their ceremonial dancing skills around the fire to a rhythmic percussion provided by hollowed logs and pebble-filled dry gourds.

Not very late into the evening, Violet sought me out. “Buffy, I’m not feeling well and think I’ll head back to the tent.”

“I hope you’re not ill, cousin?”

She shook her head and sighed. “No, it’s just cramps.”

“Is it that time for you?” I asked sympathetically.

Violet nodded. “When I first came of age, it was here with the Strid River Valley tribe. The huntsmer had just returned with a mammoth. Since then, my cycle has reliably coincided with the twice yearly hunts. My cramps have gotten better over the years, but still. . . .”

I nodded knowingly. “Oh, I get them too. Superian and I both come into season right before New Life Festival and again around Midyear Celebration Day.” I slipped my arm through hers. “I’ll go with you. It’s been a long day, after all.”

The tent was dark and empty when we arrived. With a fingertip, I lit a tallow candle then asked, “Do you have a potion? I lack skill with alchemy, but I do carry the recipe for a helpful elixir that a Dunmeri apothecary in Skingrad gave me.”

Violet produced a small vial of her own and took a swig. “Thank you, Buffy, but this elixir from our medicine woman and an extra fur pressed against my lower tummy while I sleep will help.”

We quickly cleaned our teeth, brushed out each others hair and dropped our clothes. I then snuffed out the candle and we both crawled into our sleeping furs. Frankly, I was grateful to escape some of the growing noise from the celebration and my stomach was complaining from too much, albeit delicious, roasted mammoth.

Before long, I was pulled from sleep by a quiet voice. “Are you awake, Buffy?”

“Of course, Violet,” I lied, “is the potion helping?”

“Yes, I’m feeling a little better if you want to return to the festivities.”

I rose to one elbow in the dark. “No, but I’d be happy to chat if you want.”

“I’d like that,” she replied. “I helped with the tallow processing today. It’s a messy job, but we’ll have plenty of soap and candles thanks to our hunt.”

“I’m afraid I was a lazy elf today and mostly played by the river. Vandrelis joined me for part of the day.”

“See?” Violet said. “I told you that he likes you. Can you not see that?”

“He did make his interest clear enough today for even me to see.”

“Oooh, tell me more!” I could hear Violet shifting around, likely coming up on one elbow as well. “Did he kiss you?”

I nodded instinctively before realizing how silly that was in the dark. “Yes, it was nice. He was nice.”

“Hmm, your tone does not match your words. What are you not telling me, dear cousin?”

“Violet, remember when I told you about losing my mate at Kvatch?”

“Oh. Of course,” she said sympathetically. “You’re not ready yet, are you?”

“I guess not,” I replied. “I mean, my body responded when Vandrelis kissed me, then I pushed him away. I don’t know which of us was more confused.”

“Did you tell him why?”

“Oh yes. Or at least I tried to. He was wonderfully kind and understanding. And he didn’t leave me in anger; rather, we sat side-by-side and chatted for quite awhile.”

“Perhaps with time, Buffy.”

“Perhaps,” I echoed.

“G’night, Buffy.”

“G’night, Violet.” After a few minutes, I found myself hoping she was still awake and softly said, “Violet?”

“You can’t sleep either?” was the quick reply.

“Probably too much roasted mammoth.” After a moment I added, “Vandrelis asked me what my totem was today and I had to tell him I didn’t know.”

“Oh my,” said Violet. “What did he tell you about totems?”

“That they are an animal which reflects your nature or has some significance in your life.”

“That’s all he told you?”

I caught myself before I nodded my answer into the darkness. “Yes, why?”

“Buffy, he didn’t tell you the most significant aspect of a totem. When a man and woman sleep together, their totems do battle and, for a baby Bosmer to be conceived, the man’s totem must prevail. For Vandrelis to ask your totem means he is interested in you as a mate.”

“Violet. . . I had no idea.”

“Being raised in Cyrodiil, I am not surprised. As I recall, your mother died before she would have explained all this to you.”

“When I told Vandrelis I didn’t know,” I mused, “he didn’t seem overly concerned.”

“That’s because his totem is a tiger – an animal that few others can defeat. I expect his reason for asking is more to demonstrate his serious intentions to court you.”

I thought of Violet’s familiar, Aquilla. “Is your totem an eagle?”

“No, she replied. The familiars of Spirit Catchers are not the same as totems. Aquilla is what I need, and he complements my abilities. My totem is an impala antelope; like me, they are fast, quick to flee danger and equally at home in the deep forests of the Tall Trees or rolling plains of the prairie mammoth. Women generally covet less combative totems because it gives us more flexibility in choosing a mate. I count myself fortunate.” After a moment, she added, “Buffy would you like to learn your totem?”

After a few moments of pondering, I replied, “I would. Can you help?”

“Tomorrow, I’ll speak with the tribe’s medicine woman and shaman. They’ll know what to do.”

By now, some of the other women were quietly straggling into the tent and preparing to crawl into their own furs. Violet and I decided that it really was time to stop chatting and try to sleep.

*

My favorite mornings found me grooming Superian in the sun’s first light. This was such a morning. “Acadian,” I remarked as I worked on the already shining coat of my mare, “I’m convinced that this butterfly who visits us sometimes at twilight is always the same one. And somehow I believe it’s a she – a woman knows these things, you see.”

“I’ll take your word on her sex, Buffy, but she certainly does look like the same one – the pale green wings of a night butterfly and she doesn’t seem afraid of you or Superian at all.”

“What shall I call you, little one?” The tiny creature ignored my question but alighted atop Superian’s withers. “I see you much more often around sunrise than sunset. . . so I think I shall call you Dawn.”

To my surprise, she fluttered back into the air and seemed to pivot in a circle – the pirouette of a tiny dancer. “I’ll take that as your approval. Dawn it shall be.”

“Who are you talking to, Buffy?”

I nearly dropped the conjured burlap rub rag I was finishing Superian’s coat with before realizing it was Violet who had approached. “Oh, just chattering to my mare,” I lied.

“You know, cousin,” Violet began, “when something happens that you weren’t expecting or maybe weren’t prepared for. . . it can throw your heart into turmoil. Sometimes things become clearer after talking about them like we did last night, then sleeping on them. Are your confused feelings about Vandrelis any clearer to you this morning?”

“How did you know this was weighing so heavily on me?” I asked.

“Don’t be silly,” she chastised lightly. “If a man kissed me and professed his desire to court me as a mate, it would certainly linger among my thoughts!”

I nodded. “My Savlian’s last words were that he wanted me to live and enjoy my long elven life, but part of me feels guilty when I even think of another man. I don’t. . . well, I think maybe. . . oh, I don’t know.”

“How many times have you been in love, Buffy?”

“Just once,” I replied.

“Was the courtship all birds happily chirping in idyllic meadows of flowers?” she asked with a lifted eyebrow. “Or, rather, was it full of uncertainly, confusion, even fear at opening your heart?”

“The latter, of course, but I do see your point. It was just so. . . unexpected yesterday that it frightened me. I think. . . well, maybe I wouldn’t mind if Vandrelis kissed me again.” I then added, “Oh, did you speak to the elders about trying to figure out what my totem is?”

“I did,” replied Violet. “In fact that’s the reason I came looking for you. Our shaman has agreed to help. He’s already brewing another divination concoction in his cauldron. He said he’ll be ready for us by the time the sun is directly overhead.”

Vandrelis is a shrewd one. He talked about totems with Buffy yet didn't fully explain her the meaning behind them. One can't help but like him. But it seems now that Buffy won't "resist" if kissed again.

Butterfly = Dawn = Azura?

Nothing like a chat with a girl friend to set things straight. This totem thing is a really cool idea, I'm looking forward to learning more.

Ah, totems and infrequent fertility cycles explain why Tamriel is not knee-deep in long-lived wood elves. I love it! I'm excited that the shaman got straight to brewing a divination concoction. I wonder what they will make of Buffy's complex nature and various influences.

I am not surprised that Buffy joined Violet in leaving the party early rather than carousing half the night. A child of Dawn needs her rest if she is to be up before the sun! I loved the conversations with wise Violet, and it made me smile when Buffy informed Acadian that "a woman knows these things, you see."

Oh, and to me Vandrelis's name brings this to mind: Chariots of Fire Theme.

Loved the chat between Violet and Buffy.

But I'm confused - Buffy says Superian cycles twice yearly. Unless Superian is something special (I can't remember if she was different before Phantom merged with her?), she would be cycling monthly during the warm months, then stop over the winter. Mares are seasonally cyclic - meaning they cycle/ovulate more frequently while the days are longer, then less so as the days grow shorter. My old mare didn't cycle between October and March, and her intervals were longer (about six weeks) at the first and last (March and October), gradually shortening to about every three and a half to four weeks in June and July.

Sorry, couldn't stop my vet hat from appearing out of nowhere! It certainly did not stop me from enjoying the following conversations.

Tiger, huh? Are there tigers in Valenwood? Or are we talking about one of the Khajiit forms (Pahmar/Pahmar-raht comes to mind). In any case, in Chinese mythology the tiger is quite the powerful spirit animal (and the national animal of Korea). Wonder what Buffy's totem is? Though I do have a good idea!

Vandrelis' totem is the Pr0N Star?

I am thinking Buffy's totem is named Dawn...

Aha! Time to go meet the shaman and do some mojo!

I noticed this too. And I'm betting Buffy's totem is a horse or pony or some other hooved beast. We'll soon see.

Acadian, I really like this...

Vandrelis and his tiger totem

So, his intentions from the start wasn't just giving Buffy a kiss. The conversation between Buffy and Violet was great and very fun to read. The two girls had a great night, and I'm sure Buffy was thrilled, perhaps, by her revelations. The shaman shall once again come to her aid in this. I'm anticipating what's to come now!!

Will Buffy ever get a chance to be with another mate, and will she be happy?

And to answer Haute, I believe there are tigers there. Senche-Tiger's, at least.

As everyone else has pointed out Vandrelis is a slick one.... he knew what he was doing when he asked Buffy about her totem... I'm glad Buffy has Violet there to give her guidance and be somewhat of a mentor in ways.

As others have said I think I have a clue as to what her totem will be, unless it's a curve ball and one of the few totems that can beat a tiger thus making things interesting between her and Vandrelis. Either way I can't wait to find out.

BWAAHAA! Vandrelis's interest might wane like a frightened turtle if he finds out Buffy's totem is a Dragon or Paladin,



BWAAHAA! A "Very Buffy" line there !!!!


I just love the lore you are weaving around Buffy, this is just plain AWESOME !!!!

And mALX's reply leads me to conjecture a turtle totem - totally able to ignore the tiger until it goes away.

Lopov- Thank you! I’m afraid that neither Buffy nor Vandrelis are very adept at courting. Both are hunters. Yup, the little butterfly that Buffy has finally named Dawn is (unknown to her), Azura.

hazmick- Between Buffy’s ineptitude with the mysteries of men and finding herself exposed to unfamiliar cultural aspects of her Bosmerness, a wise girlfriend in Violet is exactly what she needs. Thank you!

Grits- Thanks! I’ve always tried to balance long elven life spans with a slower fertility cycle. In this book we’re continuing that concept by incorporating conception & delivery challenges as well. It was The Real Barenziah books that made me realize there are indeed elven breeding constraints to help balance their life spans. Although the totem/fertility interface is uniquely Buffy Fiction and Bosmer-specific, I imagine the other types of mer deal with their own conception limitations. The night time girl talk with Violet was great fun to write!

Rider- Heh, when I studied up on earth horse fertility, it didn’t suit our purposes. . . so I did indeed take some liberties. Superian comes into ‘heat’ twice yearly like Buffy and, over time, horse and mare have gradually synchronized their cycles – another indication of their closeness. Regarding cats in Tamriel, I don’t see the presence of moon-born Alfiq and Senche Khajiit as precluding the existence of the stable cats and tigers that they resemble. I wanted Vandrelis’ totem to be one of the more formidable ones. Thank you!

SubRosa- Yes, let’s solve the mystery of Buffy’s totem today! As well as you know her, I don’t believe you will be surprised; however, I hope you will enjoy Buffy’s reaction. It will not be tepid.

Renee- Oooh, my little pony as a totem! Not a bad consideration, given what a horse-crazy elf she is! I’m so glad you got a chuckle when Buffy instinctively and uselessly nodded her answer into the dark. I try to ‘walk through’ most scenes and doing so uncovers some fun possibilities. Thank you!

DE- Vandrelis does indeed seem earnestly interested in Buffy as a mate. Not sure (well, okay, I am) where it will lead but I am pleased to see Buffy at least beginning to take an interest in men again. Thanks!

BretonBlood- Thank you. I rather think Vandrelis’ ‘What’s yer totem?’ question was legitimate. He did not know Buffy would be clueless about the significance. I figure he may have then felt awkward at the prospect of spelling it out for her. Thankfully, Violet filled in the gaps. Let the totem games begin!

mALX- I’m so glad you’re enjoying things, my friend! As odd as it sounds and as much as Buffy can confuse me, I can’t believe how much she's taught me about the nearly unfathomable workings of a woman’s mind.

ghastley- Turtle totem! That would work sort of like a powerful ward at the cost of mobility? Hee! Thanks!


Previously- When Violet wasn’t feeling well during the hunt celebration evening feast, she and Buffy went to their tent early, crawled into their furs and talked. Buffy shared her concerns and confusion over Vandrelis. When the subject of totems came up, Violet enlightened Buffy about their fertility implications, musing that Vandrelis was interested in Buffy as a mate. Violet agreed that the following morning she would ask the tribe’s elders for help determining Buffy’s totem. A midday divination ceremony was scheduled by the tribe's shaman.


When the tent flap closed behind Violet and I, all I could see inside the elders’ tent was the small central fire’s flickering glow. As my eyes adjusted, the cauldron above it became visible. Then the lighter colored portions of the furs and hides that lined the tent’s sides and carpeted most of its dirt floor. Finally, the faces of the aged one-eyed shaman and raven-haired medicine woman gradually grew into clarity. No other elders were in the tent.

“Welcome, child,” stated the shaman to me. “Violet has explained why it is that you do not know your totem and that you desire to learn it now. Do you wish her to stay for this divination?”

“I do,” was my sober reply.

“Very well. Let us talk first. Whether you know it or not,” he began, “you have a totem. If your mate is Bosmer, he will have one as well. If he is not of our kind, the Nirn Mother will provide him a totem that matches his nature. As for this ceremony to divine yours, it is much like the one I performed with you to learn the tree of your tribe. As such, I will once again, require a small sample of your blood to help focus the brew to our purpose. Do you have any questions before we begin?”

I thought of Savlian’s brave, noble nature and commanding presence. I also recalled that the day before we first shared intimate pleasures we had encountered a lion who stared into Savlian’s eyes then yielded to our passage. I now understood. Holding out my hand I replied, “I have no questions.”

Once again, the shaman swirled a few drops of my blood into his cauldron. Once again, I felt Acadian’s magic heal the resultant small wound to my hand. And once again, the shaman began softly chanting incantations over the simmering liquid until thin vapors began lazily swirling above it.

His voice gradually subsided. Both he and the medicine woman peered intently into the gently bubbling surface. After a few moments, one corner of his mouth lifted slightly and he appeared pleased. “I see a butterfly on blue wings.”

I was not overly surprised, and felt Violet squeeze my hand in encouragement.

The medicine woman added, “This is a good totem if you wish to bear childr-“

“Wait,” interrupted the shaman, his faint smile gone as he focused intently on the cauldron’s surface. “This. . . this cannot be. There is something else.”

Both elders stared into the cauldron for several moments before gravely raising their faces. The shaman whispered something into the pointed ear of the medicine woman, who slowly nodded in somber reply. Finally they looked at me. Did I see pity in the dark eyes of the medicine woman? The shaman’s face was inscrutable as he said, “Buffy, you have two totems. We have never seen such a thing.”

It was Violet who spoke next. “I do not wish to overstate my meager-“

“You are a Spirit Catcher, Violet,” encouraged the shaman. "You know more about Buffy’s tribe than all of us. Speak.”

“I was taught,” offered Violet, “that some of my tribe do indeed carry numerous spirits. Two totems, or even the spirit of an ancestor in the same elf was not unheard of. In fact that is the very basis for the tribe’s name.”

“What is my other totem?” I asked as insistently as I dared. “Another butterfly?” I added hopefully.

After an exchange of glances between shaman and medicine woman, it was the latter who answered. “I would not have thought this possible. Your second totem is one I have never seen before - a pale dragon. She is beautiful but . . . for a woman to have such a powerful totem does not bode well for conceiving children.”

Clinging to the only hope I could imagine, I asked, “Could it perhaps be the butterfly that determines my fertility?”

The pair of befuddled elders looked at each other, then to Violet who was sadly shaking her head. “When a Spirit Catcher has two totems, both will battle the totem of any prospective mate. Were it two butterflies, that would be fine, but a dragon. . . I’m sorry, dear cousin.”

I felt the tears well up then begin to spill. As I turned to stumble from the tent, I managed to say, “I-I’m sorry. I must be alone now.”

Superian lifted her head from grazing when she saw me approaching at a dead run. I leaped upon her bare back, wrapped my arms around her neck, buried my face into her mane and squeezed both knees against her sides.

The mighty mare’s response was instant and explosive. She flew through the camp as if shot from my bow, raced along the river, then thundered up onto the plains. Cresting one of the rolling hills, we finally slowed to a walk, and eventually stopped under the dappled shade of a large acacia tree.

I lifted my face toward the cloudless azure sky and screamed, “Acadian! I hate you!” I was then overcome by uncontrollable sobbing. When I was able to compose myself enough to continue, I promptly did so, “This is your fault! Phantom is your dragon; how could you do this to me?!? I’m confident that the power of Savlian’s totem matched his brave heart but even a lion cannot defeat a dragon. We never would have been able to have our own family.” My fury and tears spent for the moment, I hung my head.

After several moments of silence, Acadian finally replied, “I’m sorry, Buffy. I had no idea how complex Bosmeri fertility was.”

I couldn’t read the paladin’s thoughts – unless he wanted me to - but I could always feel his emotions, just as he could feel mine. His chagrin was as deep as my self-pity. “I know, my paladin. I just need someone to be angry at.”

“I feel your disappointment, my bowgirl. Vent as much anger and tears as you need; Superian and I are here for you. I do have some thoughts, but they can wait until you’re ready to hear them.”

I almost smiled. Acadian had learned – from me, I’m afraid - that when a woman is upset, we don’t need someone to try and ‘fix’ what is wrong. There is time for that later. What we need when full of anguish is a sympathetic ear and shoulder to cry on - someone to commiserate with.

I turned Superian and we slowly walked toward the village. I complained quite colorfully, and wallowed in my disappointment at length as both mare and paladin patiently listened. By the time we were halfway home, I was feeling a bit better. “Acadian, tell me your thoughts now.”

“You are wrong about the life that you and Savlian might have had in Kvatch. I can, in fact, tell you about your daughter if you wish.”

“What on Nirn do you mean, Acadian?”

“The child is an Imperial with emerald eyes and dark hair as wild as her spirit. She is apprenticed to a fine stable master and hopes to, within a few years, grow large bosoms – but not as large as Sigrid Firewalker’s.”

My heart melted. “Moria.”

“Yes,” said Acadian. “She adored you because you talked with her, not at her and treated her more like a young woman than a child. Her young age meant the two of you were of similar size; she absolutely glowed when you gifted her with one of your dresses - almost surely the first nice dress she ever had. And it was Savlian Matius who carried her, kicking and screaming with fear, to safety through the daedric fires in Kvatch that claimed her parents. Tell me again how, had Savlian lived, the two of you would not have had a family.”

“I believe you’re right, Acadian. I’m sure Savlian and I would have brought Moria from the chapel’s orphanage into our home. Thank you for reminding me that there’s more to having a family than just the womb of this selfish little wood elf.”

“That Phantom now dwells within Superian does not diminish the influence of her spirit upon you, Buffy – it simply enriches and strengthens your mare just as it has always strengthened you. Can you tell me now what life would be like without our dragon?”

His question chilled me. “Both Superian and I would have perished to the jagged river rocks at the bottom of a deep gorge. Phantom now infuses my mare with both the durability and lifespan of a dragon. I would never trade Superian - not even for the chance to give birth to my own baby elf.”

“Speaking of babies, what do you know about Bosmeri childbirth, Buffy?”

“It is much like that of other elves. We carry our young in the womb for two long years. Even when due, baby elves fight hard to stay curled up inside where it is safe and warm. Delivery can be lengthy, agonizing – even dangerous. It sounds terrifying. . . oh, you tricked me! Again.”

“I do not mean to make light of your legitimate concerns and disappointment, Buffy. . . ."

"I understand, Acadian. I know you are simply trying to help me adjust to my new. . . reality by reminding me of what I have to be thankful for. There are times when an elf might not want to conceive. Potions, spells and charms exist that can assist in that regard, but I shall never need concern myself with them.” I sighed. “Still. . . I wouldn’t have minded two butterflies.”

“I don’t believe you’d be pleased – or even survive - with that, Buffy, for it is clear to me that your totems combine to perfectly reflect the duality of your vulnerability and power. It is the butterfly who wisely whispers when it is time to disengage, flee or avoid a conflict you cannot win. But when you must fight, it is the courage of the dragon that helps you stand against and vanquish foes many times your size. Your body may be as fragile as a butterfly, but the resilient strength of your spirit matches that of our dragon.”

I rode in thoughtful silence for a few minutes before responding. “I love you, Acadian.”

“I love you more,” was the immediate reply.

My maelstrom of an afternoon that had swept me along through hope, crushing disappointment and unrestrained anger finally ended with the reminder that all I really needed was my precious dragon-mare and ancient paladin. And nothing on Nirn could ever wrest either from me.

Not surprised. Not disappointed. Anyone paying attention to this little elf's story could see the dichotomy coming from a thousand dragon lengths away.

Two totems indeed! Wonder how Vandrelis is going to take the news?

And how convenient! I can see it now ... "What's your totem?" (looks hero up and down) "Butterfly" (if he passes) or "Dragon" (if he fails)!

I had a feeling that Buffy would have a totem that would beat out Vandrelis. And as haure ecole rider said, I wonder how he will take the news. He seems the type that he genuinely likes Buffy so he may be content with other means of having children like adoption.

I did not see it coming that Buffy would have 2 totems, let alone a Dragon and Butterfly, but both makes so much sense and you explained it very well with Acadian telling Buffy how the butterfly is like her physical body but the dragon is her spirit. Very well done.

What, no turtle?

I was expecting a totem that lets her move on without getting too attached, or the story would stall here. And haven't we established that Violet's is an antelope? Perhaps she'll get noticed if she hangs out with Buffy, and gets some help.

Ah poor Buffy, not quite what she wanted to hear. Fortunate that her paladin was, as ever, on hand to offer his wisdom. Of course there is more to a relationship than bearing children, so a relationship with Van the Merman is not out of the question. Looking forward to hearing what the elf himself has to say about it.

How unfortunate for Buffy. I was just as surprised as the shamans and her when I found out she had two totems. But given her dual nature, her peaceful and serene manner and when behind the aim of a bow, her ferocity, it wasn't unexpected.

Buffy was upset as any woman would upon discovering that they are not fit and able to bear children. I completely understood her anger and bitterness but was also glad when she became gradually more calm. Acadian was right; sons and daughters. There is more to having a family. Makes me wonder about those unfortunate in Tamriel with parents who don't nescessarily behave as fathers and mothers. Acadian's wisdom shines great here. Buffy is fortunate to have him at all times.


This was gold. Aww.




How awesome is this. I love it!

Buffy has a twilight butterfly totem? No surprise there!

I have no doubt what the second totem will be...

Indeed. A well written segment as Buffy grapples with the truth of her body and spirituality. I am loving the focus on that Bosmer world that you are giving this tale. It does so much more than Bethesda's bland offerings.

I have to mirror what SubRosa said above - both an expected answer to her Totem, and how amazingly well you are bringing a new Bosmer Lore to us!

A very beautiful and emotional episode as Buffy is able to realize the value of her makeup even while mourning the limitations of it. Awesome Write !!!