Dance the Pattern.
That's what Grandfather always said.
Dance the Pattern and you will gain whatever knowledge, whatever power you seek.
That night, in my grief and frustration, in my time of weakness and anger, I Danced a warrior. One who would aid me in the defeat of the ones who killed my mother, who left her burned and scarred for daring to have a child such as me, who had found me after all these years and were now intent on finishing what they started.
I Danced the crude chalk Pattern on the floorboards of my dwelling, Danced the Pattern of claws and teeth, of bone harder than steel, of a heart with honor and a spirit with fire.
If I had known just what manner of beast was to be Called through my Dance, I might have bid my feet be planted as roots to the ground they stood upon.
