Meaning

The Rune Wunjo symbolizes happiness, joy and glory. A battle fought bravely and won with the reward of prosperity, peace and friendship beyond.

When drawn in an upright position it stands for joy, glory, happiness and recognition for a struggle overcome.

When reversed it indicates loss, shame, alienation, mourning and berserker rages.

It is a rune of emotion, and the opposing feelings of winning and losing in all things are epitomized when it appears in a reading.

A high pitched cursing in Alliance common was the first indicator that something was wrong. They were coming down too fast to make a graceful landing, so the instant that they were over solid ground Tabor and Vallej jumped. They tucked and rolled in unison, landing on the green lush grasses of a small clearing.

It was a wise decision as the lizard and its rider crashed into some low trees just beyond the clearing. Sometimes having a direct psychic link with his brother was an asset. Like now.

The cursing stopped and with a groan of pain, their saviour appeared without her lizard. She turned and yelled over her shoulder. “That was great! Go home Slinky!”

A rustle in the trees was the answer. A flash of green tail and he was off.

The creature that approached them was definitely female, but her species was impossible to determine. At the distance that she was approaching from they had ample opportunity to view their saviour.

Her skin was an even gold, helped along by her lack of covering, only a hip wrap a few inches wide covered her below the waist, the rest of her was bare. Her belly wore the marks of an Alliance protectorate, two serpents wrapped around her breasts and mysterious designs wrapped her biceps. The third eye that she sported was only partially obscured by her wealth of ash coloured hair. As she closed the distance between them her amber gaze took in everything.

“Hello. I am Emi, honoured wife of Vinca of the Xarit colony.” She gave a formal bow from the waist in Alliance fashion and his gaze immediately followed the dangle of her breasts and the pert peaks of her nipples.

“We are Tabor and Vallej, of Solnav.” They bowed and Tabor read in Vallej an interest equal to his own. They were wondering if she was sexually compatible and they had only just met her.

“Are you heavy worlders by any chance?”

“We are.” Vallej’s low voice seemed to reach something inside her, her nipples beaded at the sound.

Her own tone was slightly husky, “I surmised so. Slinky could have carried you otherwise.”

“Slinky?”

“The large gliding lizard. He saved your lives.” She was close to them now, her scent was wild and feminine. Not what they needed when they were on a rescue mission.

“We thank you for your rescue.” Vallej was rarely this outspoken, he must have really become enamoured of their rescuer.

“You are welcome. But are you able to travel? Your crash was nasty.”

“You saw it?”

“Of course. It is why I was here.”

“You knew we would crash? Yet you sent no warning?” Tabor was getting angry. This forest nymph knew they would crash and did nothing.

His accusation set off something within her. She slammed her hands to her hips. “What was I supposed to do, clap two coconuts together?”