Amaranth turned to look at her friend.
"Patience is a virtue, Kasai," she said absently, blue-grey eyes roaming over the holy grounds. She wanted to keep this image imprinted in her memory for later, when she would need it most. Excited though she was about leaving, she was not ignorent about the ways of war. Though the night was warm, she shivered slightly, her thoughts straying to distant images of battlefields.
I'm willingly going off to fight in a war ... and leaving the only place where I've been accepted for who I am, she thought. I must be mad. Amaranth closed her eyes, her thoughts slipping through the present to the bitter past, as inevitable as water falling through the cracks in her cupped hands. Memories of the day her parents abandoned her came unbidden to her mind, clearer than she'd wished.
A young girl sat huddled amid the blankets of her bed, arms hugging her small frame, the simple fears of childhood glistening in her eyes. A terrible nightmare had woken her in the dark of the night, and she had immediately started to scream, not even noticing the pure white aura that had formed around her. She was scared and alone, in need of protection, companionship. Reflecting the basic need of every child her age, she wanted someone to keep her safe.
By the time her parents had heard her cry and come rushing in, her wish had manisfested in the holy glow about her, and a shining white wolf met her father at the door, pacing about her bed, teeth bared against any threat to its creator.
A few days later, the girl sat, trembling, at the doorstep to the sages home, watching her parents ride away. She blinked back tears and buried her face in her knees. Besides her, a white wolf made all of light began a plaintive howl.