June 2, 2004
Echo makes a gift for her chieftess.
By Holt border, by the river
In a silent glade, well-hid
Stars are shining, water flowing
Echo sitting, making beads.
Beads of shape and beads of colour
Made with skill and care and love
Beads for Wildstar, wolven-chieftess
And the cub she soon will have.
Echo sitting, Echo humming
Echo working with her knife
Feet are dangling in the river
Hands are busy. This is life.
Sunray comes into the clearing
Echo tell her "go away"
Sunray whimpers, Echo giggles
Pets her heads and lets her stay.
Troublemaker comes a-sniffing
Wouldn't leave the beads alone
"They're for Wildstar," Echo warns him
"Go away and find your own."
Echo's hands are swift and clever
Work with patience and with heed
Good for carving, good for shaping
Good for making pretty beads.
Beads of shape and beads of colour
Made with care and love and grace
Bead the shape of Wildstar's features
Bead the shape of Lonewolf's face.
Mother Moon runs 'cross the heavens
Child Moon plays amid the stars
Nighttime shadows quickly shifting
Dawn's first light is not too far.
Echo's hands are full, are busy
On a string the beads go - one
Two… two wolf-shaped beads now follow…
Echo's hands are almost done.
In the bushes, Wildstar watches
In the bushes, Wildstar smiles
Watching very busy Echo
Making beads there all the while.
Echo's work is now completed
Echo turns and giggling finds
Wildstar standing, Wildstar smiling
Howler grinning at her side.
Beads of shape and beads of colour -
"They're for you, my chieftess - here."
Wildstar kneels and laughs as Echo
Twines the beads within her hair.
Wildstar beams, the beads now glisten
Pretty in her chestnut hair
Echo gets a hug, and thank-you -
- And some beesweets, fair is fair!