I'm evil; I cut it off at a good part lol.

Tymber and Daire sat in the last stall. Staar's head lay upon Tymber's lap as he listened intently to her voice. The song ended and he raised his head. Very good! he cheered. Howl some more.
"Tymber." Daire said. "Have you ever considered becoming a bard?"
"A bard?" Tymber asked, her face showing her confusion.
Daire looked shocked. "Don't tell me you don't know what a bard is!" He watched Tymber shake her head. "Why they sing for a living, silly! They travel around singing for audiences."
"It sounds interesting." Tymber said. "But I am not accustomed to audiences." She looked down. "I guess I -- I guess I'm shy." She blushed.
"Well, why don't we practice singing in front of people? Sera and Peewee should be here soon."
"Alright." Tymber replied. "But first let's do a song I know."
"Which one?" Daire asked.
"It's called Sunn and Staar." Tymber replied.
This is going to be good; I can tell. Staar said.
"Sunn and Staar?" Daire looked off and squinted. "Can't say I know that one."
"Let me sing it and then you can play from there." Tymber told him.
Tymber was surprised and impressed at how well Daire picked the tune up. He played it wonderfully on his harp. The song had just ended when the two little girls entered the stable. "We heard the music!" Sera said.
"It was lovely." said Peewee. "Can we sing too?"

The rest of the morning they all sang while Daire played his harp.
When it came time to go, Tymber didn't want to leave. But she had to go to class. Her stomach turned over. "Weaponry.." she whispered.
"What?" Daire asked.
"Oh, nothing, I have to go." Tymber answered. "I'll come by tonight if you'll be here."
"Sure, I'll be here." Daire answered, smiling. He watched Tymber ride into the distance on her black stallion's back.

When Tymber got to her village, she put Seabring away and took off Staar's collar.
Are you ready? Staar asked.
No." Tymber answered quietly. "But I'll go."
The swiftberry bird sounded and she knew it was time to go to weaponry. All of the boys stood in a line there and she got in line as well.
Staar lay where the other spirit bonds were, eyeing them in delight while licking his lips. Can't I eat just --
"No." Tymber said. The young man in front of her turned around and stared. Tymber remembered him from the bond search.
"I was talking to my spirit bond." she explained.
"He's the wolf, aye?" the boy asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"Mine is the fox." he smiled. "My name is Garth."
"I'm Tymber."
"I know that." he laughed. "Everyone has been talking about you."
"Everyone?" Tymber blushed. "What do they say about me?"
Garth thought a moment. "They've been saying that you are the only one ever to have a wolf bond." He paused. "I think they are frightened of what they don't know. I think they are frightened of you."
Tymber blushed. "They have no reason to be frightened of me." she said.
"I'll let them know that." Garth smiled.
Tymber returned the smile.
"What are we standing in line here for?" she asked, trying to look pass the crowd of young men.
"Old Butcher Bembry is testing us." Garth answered.
"T-testing?" Tymber inquired with a shaky voice.
"Yes." Garth said, pushing back his sandy blonde hair. "But don't worry; he won't hurt us. This is just a test to see how far along the majority of us are." He pointed. "We're getting close. Can you see?"
Tymber looked again and this time she could see Bembry the butcher. His opponent was too short for her line of vision but it looked as if he was losing. She looked away.
Tymber? Let me fight with you. Staar suggested.
Tymber shook her head. He had to stay. Besides, this wasn't really a fight, was it? It was just a test!
Her turn came closer and closer. Finally it was Garth's turn.
"Wish me luck, Tymber." he told her as he walked over to Bembry and grabbed hold of a long javelin.
"Good luck." Tymber said.
She watched the match start. Both her and Garth were lucky, being two of the last to go. They knew what to expect from observing him.
Bembry took it fairly easy on Garth. The test ended when Garth fell back and the butcher placed the tip of his javelin over Garth's throat. Garth was back on his elbows and his adam's apple bobbed as he tried to breathe. Finally Bembry let him go. Then he turned to Tymber and the corners of his mouth lifted in an arch.
"Let's go!" he said.