[MagnaCarta]

When Reinn crossed into his village, the familiar sights that brought with them the heavy scents and clattering sounds that had once comforted him upon returning from the fields set him just as on edge as the sounds of the forest animals had the day before. The realization that perhaps the forest had changed him turned the roiling uncertainty in the pit of his stomach into a dread so strong it made him feel physically ill. If he someday didn't feel as if this was his home, what reason did any of his sacrifices have to him?

He quickened his pace to a near dash, rushing back to his house at a pace that made him forget to keep close with Chevreuil, who didn't know the rath very well in the least. He slowed down only to stop himself from running headlong into his mother, who must have heard the rapidly spreading word that someone had seen him coming from the forest. She embraced him, holding on tightly until he slowly fidgeted out of her grasp, holding out the load in his arms for his mother to take. Though she lifted the light fabric of her skirts to more easily carry the goods, her eyes never left from her son or the man beside him,"My dear son, why have you been delivered back to us safely? I'm forever grateful as a mother to have been allowed to keep you as my son, but as an sacrifice to the gods, were you not fit to be had?"

Reinn followed his mom back to their house, where he received another embrace from his ill brother, glad to have been able to come back simply for him,"I'm not long to stay home, unfortunately... There's to be a large conflagration in the forest, one no mortal power can stop. Upon my shoulders has been placed the task of doing just that, to contain the rebirth of the forest through means less destructive to the human life depending on it's continued existence. In short, it seems I'm of much more use alive, as a warden of our forest."

His mother looked at him, seeming as if she was attempting to glean the whole story from his eyes, or find one false sentiment in his heart. She didn't understand what had happened to her son, but she trusted that he would be strong enough to persevere through whatever trail he'd come to have to face,"Will you be alright? Will you be safe to return to me when you are able, or do I see you now only to have you taken from us a second time after?"

Reinn's eyes light up, trying to assuage the fears of his family,"I believe I should be fine to return to you for many years to come. I'll come to you when I may and once I'm more certain of the situation at hand I will tell you what I know. For now, be content by the knowledge that I'll be protected from anything against which I cannot protect myself," He looks to Chevreuil, hoping his fairly relaxed manner will give relief to some of his tension as well,"This man is another warden, perhaps one of the first. I am certain now that I was not the first to be brought to this position." Reinn had given it some sparse thought, and with no great mention of devastating fires moving around the rath, even from long ago, he'd found his words must have some truth to them. It was something to have words with the god about another time.