He begins the chant again, his mouth long since dry, fighting the shakes occasionally now, but forcing his voice to stay strong. The day long ritual in many ways is as much a test of endurance for the shaman to show his devotion as anything else, acting as conduit of two worlds.
He spends considerable time chanting again, speaking to the spirits, soothing them and promising his devotion and speaking and singing the old prayers before the next words in English come again.
To make it easier for her, he switches to speaking in the wolf's tongue for the next part, after explaining to the spirits what he was doing.
[Please repeat after me. I have spent a great deal of time trying to translate the prayers of the people to terms acceptable to the Wolves of Asgard, so I pray I will not offend.
Gaea, the Earth is the mother. She provides and sustains. She loves her children, and for this love she gives them her bounties. We thank her as is right, for her gifts can be as quickly taken as given, and in thanking her, we remember the old oaths and ways when men remembered they were but children before the mother.
The Sky is the father. He gives us the seasons, the spring that we may celebrate life anew, the summer than we can know warmth and light, the fall to harvest and remind us of the beauty and changes in all living things, and the winter that we can be reminded his gifts are never to be taken for granted.
All that is, all we are granted are born of Earth and Sky. We only live between them and behold their wonders with awe, and know that this ritual is but small magic before the wonder of each new day.]
He'll repeat it as often as necessary to help her along if needed.
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