OH MY GOSH, YES. What if, we drank the last of the Nectar, and need to find more? Will post cherrie soon.

SPIRIT ANIMALS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOK/THINGIES EVER. 

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I've never read the book(s), but it sounds fun. Could I still join?

"Midget!" a boy bellows at me.

I clench my fist, repressing the urge to flatten him. But my father says I shouldn't re-act so quickly.

I ignore him and stand as my father, the shogun's official, smiles at me encouragingly.

I smile weakly back and take the nectar.

It tastes like honey. I want another sip, but she takes it away.

Suddenly I feel cold and a bright light, like an explosion, fills the room.

A white Siberian tiger stands in front of me, its green eyes the same shade as mine.

"Our newest protector of Erdas!" shouts a Greencloak. 

Am I on too many RPs already? Yes. Am I going to let that stop me? Heck no!

Name: Katrida Shaynesdaughter

Continent: Eura

Spirit Animal: Kite (a type of hawk)

Personality: Honest and idealistic, with mediocre social aptitude...which leads her to put her foot in her mouth (say things she didn't mean and immediately regret it) on a regular basis. As the daughter of a huntsman, she is skilled at identifying plants and animals, woodland survival, and several hunting techniques (coursing, archery, traps and snares).

Appearance: Auburn hair; warm hazel eyes; wiry, compact build. Tends to wear tunics and trousers in varying shades of green, and the light leather armor typical of those who spend extended periods of time in the woods.

~Katrida~

My father never ceases to amaze me.

Such as today, when he walks into our camp as I'm just making myself some late breakfast. This by itself would be surprising, as the sun rose about an hour ago, and excursions usually take longer than that. But the thing that really makes me stop and stare is what he's holding: a small tooled-leather canteen. The design is so intricate! However could he have bought it? And how could he have been to town and back? Is there anything in it? It looks too fine and fancy for just plain water...so what else could it hold?

"Good morning Father," I greet him. "And pardon my asking, but what have you got there, and how on earth could you have been to a market town and back without falling asleep on your feet from waking up too early?!"

"Oh, come now, Tri-Tri, are you really that turned around? Farrowdale is just over that rise. I woke just before dawn and went while you were still abed. And this, my little blackberry, is your late birthday present."

Of course! My eleventh birthday was just under a fortnight ago, and we nearly forgot! We were on the trail of some deer that day, so I guess it just slipped our minds. "Oh, thank you, Father! It's beautiful! Look at all the animals, and warding-knots* with nary a thread out of place... But however did you find the coin to buy it?"

He chuckles softly. "I didn't buy it. Today is the spring festival in town -- remember how you used to make flower wreaths on festival day, and dance around with them? I hinted to a Greencloak that I had an eleven-year-old daughter, and she practically gave it to me."

It takes a moment for the full meaning of the words to sink in, and when it does, I give him a flying tackle/bear hug and maybe a few thousand thank-yous. When the relative chaos has subsided (and we have been scolded by several small birds), I ask breathlessly, "Can I do it now? Please? Please?" Father regains his footing, then unstoppers the canteen. "Now's as good as anytime. Just a sip now." He offers me the precious contents of the canteen, and I take a single swallow of thick, clear liquid. The Nectar tastes like all my favorite foods at once: berries, maple syrup, venison stew, birchroot juice**... As Father pulls the canteen away from my lips, I feel some sort of subtle energy flow through my body, starting at my stomach and rippling outward. The world seems to slow down. The camp is full of light: sun, fire, something else behind me that's unfamiliar but not strange. 

And then it is as if a gate is suddenly thrown wide. The energy sends sparks through every fiber of my being. I hear a bird screech, high and clear like a bell. The sound resonates through my every particle, until I feel like I could explode from the sheer force making my body vibrate. A kite sails over my head, circling the camp once before inexplicably coming back to perch on my shoulder! The instant her claws - somehow, I know she's female - touch my tunic, the world crystallizes into astounding clarity. My mind and senses have never felt so keen. I feel stronger and lighter, as If I could leap off the ground and fly...Then the feeling passes. There can be no doubt about it. 

I, Katrida Shaynesdaughter of the Haranylle Woods, have a spirit animal.