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So they had been all called here by this wolf, who knew everything about them before even meeting them. The idea was a little disturbing, but such was the way of life, secrets were not secrets to this wolf but she felt that her secrets were safe with him. She sat quietly as others asked more questions and the odd wolf answered them. When he finally spoke about the chance of being either a seer or shaman that made her wonder, just who would be gifted with such power and responsibility.

The thought of the pain that taking on such a role was present in her mind but she pushed it back to focus on what was about to happen to perhaps her, or her brother or any other wolf here. Yes she was ready to find out, to endure the pain if needed. Looking to the omnus Aleu nodded. "Yes, I want it." She wondered though, would some of those gathered here turn away because they did not want to experience the pain of becoming a seer or shaman? Her eyes turned back to those gathered and awaited their replies, curious to see the outcome of this meeting.

Well after the pup and his sister spoke up and declared they were willing to chance the pain how could Derecho really say no? Not that he would have anyways, he liked to consider himself a brave creature and he wouldn't be daunted by a bit of possible pain and he gave his sister and encouraging nod before answering himself "I want it" He confirmed with a confident nod of his head.

Indeed once the decision was made Derecho was convinced, he'd set himself upon this path and he'd darn well go down it now if it was the last thing he did. He was stubborn like that.

Well. That was almost everyone agreeing. Then again, how could anyone say no? The trip to Newanti's tree was long, and Var doubted most had had as easy a journey as he had, especially the pups. Again his mind drifted to Verdandi, waiting on the outskirts of the Seer's territory for him. He couldn't walk away now, even if he stayed only for her-- and he wasn't entirely sure that was his only reason for being here anymore.

He nodded when Newanti's roaming gaze passed in his direction. Yes. He would do this. Hopefully it wouldn't be physically painful, as the green wolf seemed to think, but Kevarian was a fighter. He would handle it.

But is that what you'll be when you get home? Var's mind skirted away from the troubling idea. The spirits chose this path for him. They gave him the tools and had already forced him through emotional struggles enough to fill his basin twice over. Whatever the result of this encounter, whatever he was when he got home, the spirits were still guiding him. It would work out.

Rhiavet, grant me calm and be my light through this, he prayed, unable or unwilling to look away from Newanti. His heart pounded in his chest as the tree glowed more intently and began to throb with an unheard beat.

Kevarian was not a vocal creature by nature. The shock through his mind as he received his turn under Newanti's scrutiny changed that quickly, though. A soft, uncomfortable growl rolled through his throat and shifted into a pained whine as the sensation became less uncomfortable and more like being stabbed with a boar's tusk. "Discomfort" had been a serious understatement.

For a moment the memory of the first time he'd experienced his wavering connection to his magic flitted by and something in him calmed. He had to be like the trees: calm, easy. There was no need to tense. Newanti had warned them about the pain and Var had decided before he arrived that this needed to be done, regardless of the cost. The spirits had lined fate up too neatly for him to back away now. Newanti would find what he was looking for... or Kevarian would go home with Verdandi as proof he wasn't broken. It would work out one way or the other.

As his stress levels fell, so did the amount of pain he was experiencing. The invasion of his mental privacy-- the sanctuary only Seers could ever reach-- still hurt, but it was bearable enough that Kevarian's whines trailed off back into silence. He squirmed now, but at least the sounds had died from him in a way they had not died from several of his companions.

More recent memories flew by, and Kevarian flinched away from the last uncomfortable encounter with Shalise. She had known. They hadn't said it, either of them, but she had known. It was strange that she had been the catalyst to drive him from his home on a search for answers, now that he was thinking of it, but at the time it had made sense. Kevarian's confidence in himself had flagged after the failed adulthood ceremony until he met Shalise.

Kevarian kept his eyes on Newanti, but he swallowed hard as images of his trip to the Oak passed by his mind's eye. It wasn't panic or a lack of self-confidence that was inspired by Shalise's knowing. Shame. Shalise knowing had made him feel ashamed of himself again. Did he feel ashamed now? Var's ears pinned back. No. Verdandi had found him, he was whole. He was an adult, a contributing member of their pack. He was confident again and with that confidence he found the pride he had thought was lost. Pride in his status as a hunter, pride in his pack, and even pride in the strange abilities his father may have passed on to him. He already felt closer to the idea that his childhood imaginings of being a shaman could come true. Perhaps that was just the Oak and the strange magic affecting them that made him feel that. Kevarian sat straighter and his focus was on Newanti now instead of looking through him. This wasn't the end result for him. If a second trip needed to be made, so be it. Every part of him would have to fall in to balance eventually, even if it meant he had to travel to the Oak every full moon for the rest of his life.

Derecho's ears flicked slightly as the old wolf spoke of looking though their minds, he wondered what the other wolf might be looking for and wasn't entirely sure if he truly wished for him to riffle through his life - however if this was a the process required of him then he was willing to pay the price. He was a brave wolf, born of brave wolves, even his father who was now a shell of what he had been - had been brave at one time. No he as committed to this course and having done so he would be brave and see it through, like his sister he tried to calm himself before it began.

He did not have long to do so, nearly before he'd convince himself not to fight the process he felt it beginning, a probing of his very self - it was..uncomfortable...but bearable and Derecho reminded himself to breath and let it all roll over him, some of the memories were painful yes..but he had lived through them once already and whatever harm they could do were long past. They had made him who he was..why should he deny them or fight them now? He was proud of the wolf he had become through them.

But somewhere to his side Aleu was whining and that as always preceded any of his own discomfort and while the flashing memories were distracting and dizzying he managed to shift closer to his sister anyways, letting his fur brush against hers in comfort. She wasn't alone here and many of the memories she cried out at were ones they had shared together, such was the way of things in such a close family.

Others of course were more private and as he relived some of those Derecho found it was he who drew comfort from his sisters closeness, he recalled the first fight he'd had with Terreis...and all the troubles they'd had since, perhaps he ought to be more open minded about some things - then again something were just wrong no matter how you honeyed them up and Derecho would never stand for nor agree to such things. Even if it meant arguing with his mate.

And then the old wolf went deeper and Derecho could sense him prodding at the very heart of himself but the feeling he felt rising to the surface were not strange to him - he'd already expressed some of them with his protective movement towards Aleu. He was Over-protective and gruff but he'd always thought he had a good heart and he still believed that, he might not desire to go about the land righting all the wrongs he could find - he wasn't knightly - but he did want to protect his family and his pack.

Flit felt the presence of the elder wolf enter his mind and he tried his best to keep the walls around his memories down so that the other wolf could view them to see if he had promise to become a Seer. He could see flashes of his past-the birth of both litters that his mate bore him, of the illness that was fated of one of his sons and one of his daughters. The memories continued to flash before his eyes, even when he closed them. The walls began to build up and in an effort to keep them down, Flit put one of his paws in his mouth and bit down on it hard. As he felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, the pain cleared his head a little and prevented the walls from building up. 'Please let this stop soon,' he thought to himself, not wanting to relive his past anymore.

The sensations the wolves were experiencing slowly began to fade into nothing more than an annoying soft buzz at the edge of their mind. However, for three of the wolves, they felt an odd heaviness in their chests and their eyes began to smart to the point that they could only relieve the uncomfortable feeling by clenching their eyelids shut and waiting it out.

((Seer Rolling
1. Rock
2. Flit
3. Derecho))

When Rock was certain he could take no more pain, he miraculously felt it slipping away from him, settling into a bee-hive situation on the outskirts of his conscious mind. His eyes began to feel as though they would buzz right out of his head, and his chest was heavy, akin to having one of his siblings jump on top of him unexpectedly.

The pup slammed his eyes shut, hoping to keep them from popping out of his head. He was shaking more visibly now, afraid that this onslaught of pain would continue forever. When these sensations were over, would there be another pain to take their place?

Rock slowly began to realize that if he stayed still, and kept his eyes shut as tightly as he could - which lended its own spot of discomfort - he felt a bit better about the whole situation, and after a few moments the pain finally dissipated on its own.

Finally, he dared open his eyes, and after some rapid blinking to clear his vision of stars, the pink and brown pup dared cast sideways glances at the others around him.