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golden_hawkeLinks from Hawke's FAR AWAY PAST that really is more about his extended family capers. This is pre-mountain.
Everybody Poops 1
Everybody Poops 2 [Potty training]
Journey's End to New Beginnings 1
Journey's End to New Beginnings 2 [Hawke had a fraternal twin]
More History and Kirin lore is found HERE
[[Pre-naming Ceremony]]
[[Hawke's almost hurt by a wild cat; Sohl rescues him.]]
"Breathe in the same air as your prey does. Watch them with the same clarity as they use to watch their surroundings. Your heart should be as theirs is: calm, strong. Sense no danger around them. If you are calm and sure, then they are calm."
Hawke listened with the others, his eyes trailing from the male's face to his tail. He was a single ripple of liquid gold, gliding back and forth before the small group of youngsters with a certain power that the boy was only just beginning to define. His words were a quiet rumble, an undertone of vibration that made his skin tingle. It was as if Hawke could feel those words in his bones and understand them without listening to them.
Something shattered around him, and it was the other youngsters giggling. Hawke had been in one of his dazes and not realized that they were moving towards the woods. "Hurry up, slow poke!"
"Even if you think that hard, you're not going to catch anything!"
The group of four were already in the trees, bouncing along merrily as Hawke kept to the ground, unaided by tail or super muscular thighs to help him jump. He had no claws to grab at the bark but that didn't deter him from joining in the mock hunting party. He kept as quiet as he could while the others crashed through the foliage, alerting any creature to their presence and thus defeating the term 'hunting party.' He watched them carry on a moment longer as he brushed the dirt from his cloth, wondering if they were planning to catch anything or simply use it as an excuse to play.
"Don't let the sun settle into your eyes for so long, Hawke." Soh'lan finally addressed him with a small purr. "You'll lag behind."
The young human peered up at the kirin, squinting slightly. Sohl was yellow scaled, a Sunkin, and he shone like any other true light. The sun reflected off his scales like tiny mirrors, nearly blinding the boy. Hawke smirked, trying his best to sound like the older males flirting the way they did.
"But the sun's lagging as well," he glanced up into the sky. "Mayhaps something blinds it." With another smirk, he darted off into the woods, feeling the shiver run down his spine as Sohl's chuckle followed him.
While hunting was not his strongest point, he made every effort to attend one of Sohl's lessons. It wasn't so that he could learn how to hunt, but so he could be closer to the Sunkin, to understand his passions and to hopefully win him over. Hawke honestly didn't think he had a chance with the hunter. After all, he was scale-less, tail-less, horn-less and hell, he wasn't even kirin! But he'd been raised by them, taught their language and their culture. Soon he would go through the rights that would declare him a full member of the mountain. After that he would be able to take on a First. Hawke only had eyes for Soh'lan for that honor.
As he ventured further into the forest, only half listening for the others, he thought about those rites and what he needed to do. At the moment, he didn't feel fast or graceful, and all the others were ten times better than he was. While Hawke didn't expect any exceptions to be made for him, he was wondering if he would ever be accepted. Kirin were taller, faster, had higher stamina than he did, yet if he did not pass, he would never be able to continue on with is true lessons. His mother would be disappointed in him, and he would become an outcast. Hawke frowned to himself. He would not fail. He refused to do so. Mother and Shai and Kohl and everyone else was counting on him. Roo was waiting for his brother to join him in lessons. How could he disappoint Roo?
The hunting party had finally settled down enough to actually take in the forest and read the signs the animals left. Everything was a sign, from a partial foot print to some nibbled on leaves to a patch of fur that had come off against a rock. It all told a story of an animal's life and where they were going. Hawke normally read the signs well, but he was too preoccupied with his worries to properly pay attention.
He wondered if he was almost an adult now. Hawke had nothing to measure with. There were no horns to cut, no scales to shed. He only seemed to get more clumsy as his limbs out grew his body. Faint growths of fuzz started to grow in odd places, making everyone all the more curious about him. And his voice crackled, making it difficult to get some of the purrs and clicks of the language correct. The others around him seemed to think he was maturing but even they weren't confident. Hawke was the first human child to live with them, and it was a new learning experience for all.
He traveled through the undergrowth, feeling the ferns brush up against his thighs while he craned his neck upwards to see how high the trees went. They were so tall that even the lowest branches were very small, and the trunks were so wide that he imagined three or four kirin lying down head to hoof wouldn't be able to reach across the base completely. He was fairly certain that the other youngsters were in the branches of the much younger trees, watching Hawke. However he forgot that there were other things in the forest that could watch over him. Those things were waiting for tender morsels of flesh to pass by and fill their hungry bellies. One particular critter caught Hawke's scent and was already stalking him from the trees. The boy thought nothing of it, believing that it was one of the others trying to play a trick on him. It wasn't until he heard the unfamiliar huff and rush of air that Hawke realized he'd made a mistake.
The cat looked like it was at least five times larger with paws as large as Hawke's head, if not more so. Claws that looked like dirty white fangs swiped at him with the intent to cripple and maim. Hawke scrambled backwards but he knew he wouldn't be able to get away in time. He'd never wished for scales more in his life than he did at that moment. An earth shattering roar made Hawke jump and liquid gold materialized before him. After the roar came a hiss and then a scream from the beast as Sohl's tail whacked the cat away. It went sailing a few feet before connecting with a tree, making a sickening thud.
When Soh'lan meant business, he was fearsome. Crouched low, his tail whipped wildly behind him with angry sounding snaps. He was crouched protectively over the boy, a faint glow coming from his scales here and there. Clawed hands were ready to slice and rend while his eyes glared at the cat until it finally slinked away.
No sooner did the cat-beast leave then did Sohl swerved to Hawke. "Hawke! Are you well?"
His voice had been frightened away but he nodded his head. He'd started to tremble, still in shock over what had happened. Sohl moved him instead, scooping the boy up to carry him back to the mountain. "You're bleeding," he finally manage to mutter pathetically when he noticed the wound on Sohl's arm. While scales had protected the Kirin, some had been pulled out by the claws, causing blood to flow freely down his arm.
The hunter did not hesitate going to Sha'hira, refusing to release the boy until she could check him over. His heart was still beating that rapid, nervous beat. While normally so calm when animals were involved, the thought of Hawke being nearly killed had thrown him out of sorts. Sohl didn't even feel the blood trickling down his arm as he carried Hawke. All that mattered was that he was safe. He'd gladly sacrifice a limb if that meant the boy could remain safe and whole. He barely registered that Shai was examining the wound while Sha'hira tended to Hawke. He listened as the human recanted the story, speaking in choked gasps that he was so sorry he was careless and that Sohl had been injured because of it. He felt something in his heart twist, and then flip over in relief when Sha'hira declared the boy fine, shooing him out of the light so she could tend to Soh'lan's arm.
The wound had stopped bleeding with Shai's ministrations so all Sha'hira had to do was clean the arm and place a light bandage on the area where scales were missing. "It is not bad. The area will be tender until new scales grow strong."
The entire time, Hawke remained by the gold Kirin's side, watching intently as the healer treated him. He relaxed only when Soh'lan wrapped his tail around the boy's waist. Sohl turned to Hawke with a smile and a purr in his chest. "It's alright, Dragon. As long as you're well-"
At first it seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Hawke's eyes welled up with tears and he clung to Sohl's neck. "I'm going to train hard so that you don't get hurt protecting me. And then if you do, I'm going to train even harder so that I can take care of you." His flat teeth nipped at Sohl's jaw. It was a shy motion, but something that touched the Kirin more deeply than the words themselves.
"I know you will." He rumbled, turning to press his sharp fangs up against Hawke's skin, being as gentle as he felt was necessary to keep from hurting the boy. "You will make everyone proud."
[[Naming Day]]
Most ceremonies were held within the safety of the mountain Children becoming adults was always a special time, and these rituals were sacred to the Faunlin. But this one was different. While held at daybreak, it was going to begin outdoors in the predawn light. The leader saw no problem with this and had come outside as well to witness the proceedings. It wasn't every day that a child was instilled with the responsibility and honor of carrying on the community and it was once in a life time that a human was bestowed this honor of being one of their own.
The human years, or turns as kirin named them, always passed quickly. Hawke was growing by leaps and bounds, making him all the more cherished by this adoptive family. If they blinked too many times, they were going to miss his passing. The ritual was going to be special.
The portion where Hawke would receive his full name would be done outside as the sun came to greet them. Then, within the mountain it would be repeated, followed by a party that would rival the Mountain Renewal. For now Hawke waited at the opening of the mountain, watching the night turn into pre-dawn morning. Compared to the rest of the mountain there were very few here, making the first leg of this Rite all the more intimate and special. Of course the Elder was present as was Shai and his other student. Verti stayed by the Elder's side, weaving gently to the music that always played for him no matter where he was. Then there was Poe and Sha'hira, the Shaman and his Mountain Mother. Off to the side bounced his best friend, Bi'Zjou, waiting excitedly next to Soh'lan and his closest friends, Bharnas and Malin. Hawke's eyes settled on Sohl as he felt another nervous pang shoot through him. He was ready, he could feel it in his soul, but that didn't make him any calmer. Now he would be expected to follow a new set of rules and expectations beginning the 14th summer of his life.
Hawke breathed in deeply, savoring one of his last breaths as a child. Soon he would truly become a part of the Faunlyn, and he will wear his mark proudly. He kept his eyes eastward as the light grew, feeling the buzz of anticipation grow as Poe finally stepped out on the dew slicked grass.
He called upon the spirits and Ancestors, asking them to attend and bear witness to this rite. With the way his pale hair moved hid the fact that he only had one sapphire eye, the side of his face scarred and marred from long ago. At some appointed time when the air felt thick and heavy, Hawke stepped forward, dropping away the cloak and cloth. He wore no adornment, no item to ward off the chill of the morning. It was a rebirth of sorts and no one arrived into the world with coverings save for blood and water.
"This Child came to us with a purpose, a path that would be difficult to walk." Hawke could feel the weight of Poe's hands on his shoulders and he still remained tall, his eyes never wavering from the Shaman's. "It was a journey that most children do not begin until their horns have cut and they have Danced. But Hawke's journey began before his birth, bridging more than the spirit world and the living world together. He bridges the many worlds together, and he will continue on his path with the honor of the Ancestors cloaking his body." Poe looked directly into Hawke's eyes. "He has done well, and the Ancestors are pleased."
The words alone made Hawke's face split into a grin, one that was hard to contain as Poe continued on. "Hawke, son of Arista, do you accept the honor of being Faunlyn? Will you abide by our rules and laws, protecting the mountain and her women, cherishing all children and sharing the strength of your heart so that others may flourish under your guidance? All brothers are now your brothers, all sisters are now your sisters, and all children are your children."
"Yes." He answered as solemnly as he could while the shiver of excitement started to vibrate his body.
"The Ancestors have seen your soul and have seen fit to give you a new name. Your mother named you Hawke to give you strength and wings to soar above your trials. Now you will be known as Golden Hawke that Eclipses Sun." As Poe recited Hawke's full name, he pressed the knife into the boy's flesh. Hawke inhaled sharply, but otherwise remained still as the mark of the Family was carved into the skin over his heart. It felt like a stinging fire that bore deeply into his muscle, but the pain was welcomed. His heart beat fast, forcing blood through the curling wound to drip down his chest. "May this mark show all that you are one of us," the Shaman then smeared the rune with the black paste, mixing with his blood and dulling the sharp burn. "In body, mind, and soul." A strong purr vibrated from the Moonkin, making Hawke's body tingle. With a smile, Poe nodded, the sun hitting his scales and throwing the light off him in prismatic rainbows. "Go tell them, and then write your name on the Sacred Tree." He pressed the jar of paste into Hawke's hands, then swept him up in a strong embrace that encompassed his tail, nearly squeezing the life out of him.
Once Hawke was released, he turned back to the others, telling them all his new name. There were tears of joy and long squeezes as Hawke basked in the love of his family. His nerves jumped for one one moment as he steeled himself against Sohl, his lips whispering close against the Kirin's ear. "I want to Dance for you."
Soh'lan's ears flicked up in surprise, pulling Hawke back just far enough to see the young man's smile and he nodded. "You.. honor me." He didn't think Hawke would choose him. Of course they flirted and slept together and learned each others bodies, but Hawke wanted to Dance for him. Sohl couldn't fathom what he did to receive such a gift, and for a moment, his mind was struck dumb before he nodded mutely.
"It's about time," Bharnas rumbled good naturedly, though it wasn't clear if it was meant for Sohl's lag in response or Hawke's request. It didn't seem to matter to anyone as they retreated into the mountain to celebrate.
Everybody Poops 1
Everybody Poops 2 [Potty training]
Journey's End to New Beginnings 1
Journey's End to New Beginnings 2 [Hawke had a fraternal twin]
More History and Kirin lore is found HERE
[[Pre-naming Ceremony]]
[[Hawke's almost hurt by a wild cat; Sohl rescues him.]]
"Breathe in the same air as your prey does. Watch them with the same clarity as they use to watch their surroundings. Your heart should be as theirs is: calm, strong. Sense no danger around them. If you are calm and sure, then they are calm."
Hawke listened with the others, his eyes trailing from the male's face to his tail. He was a single ripple of liquid gold, gliding back and forth before the small group of youngsters with a certain power that the boy was only just beginning to define. His words were a quiet rumble, an undertone of vibration that made his skin tingle. It was as if Hawke could feel those words in his bones and understand them without listening to them.
Something shattered around him, and it was the other youngsters giggling. Hawke had been in one of his dazes and not realized that they were moving towards the woods. "Hurry up, slow poke!"
"Even if you think that hard, you're not going to catch anything!"
The group of four were already in the trees, bouncing along merrily as Hawke kept to the ground, unaided by tail or super muscular thighs to help him jump. He had no claws to grab at the bark but that didn't deter him from joining in the mock hunting party. He kept as quiet as he could while the others crashed through the foliage, alerting any creature to their presence and thus defeating the term 'hunting party.' He watched them carry on a moment longer as he brushed the dirt from his cloth, wondering if they were planning to catch anything or simply use it as an excuse to play.
"Don't let the sun settle into your eyes for so long, Hawke." Soh'lan finally addressed him with a small purr. "You'll lag behind."
The young human peered up at the kirin, squinting slightly. Sohl was yellow scaled, a Sunkin, and he shone like any other true light. The sun reflected off his scales like tiny mirrors, nearly blinding the boy. Hawke smirked, trying his best to sound like the older males flirting the way they did.
"But the sun's lagging as well," he glanced up into the sky. "Mayhaps something blinds it." With another smirk, he darted off into the woods, feeling the shiver run down his spine as Sohl's chuckle followed him.
While hunting was not his strongest point, he made every effort to attend one of Sohl's lessons. It wasn't so that he could learn how to hunt, but so he could be closer to the Sunkin, to understand his passions and to hopefully win him over. Hawke honestly didn't think he had a chance with the hunter. After all, he was scale-less, tail-less, horn-less and hell, he wasn't even kirin! But he'd been raised by them, taught their language and their culture. Soon he would go through the rights that would declare him a full member of the mountain. After that he would be able to take on a First. Hawke only had eyes for Soh'lan for that honor.
As he ventured further into the forest, only half listening for the others, he thought about those rites and what he needed to do. At the moment, he didn't feel fast or graceful, and all the others were ten times better than he was. While Hawke didn't expect any exceptions to be made for him, he was wondering if he would ever be accepted. Kirin were taller, faster, had higher stamina than he did, yet if he did not pass, he would never be able to continue on with is true lessons. His mother would be disappointed in him, and he would become an outcast. Hawke frowned to himself. He would not fail. He refused to do so. Mother and Shai and Kohl and everyone else was counting on him. Roo was waiting for his brother to join him in lessons. How could he disappoint Roo?
The hunting party had finally settled down enough to actually take in the forest and read the signs the animals left. Everything was a sign, from a partial foot print to some nibbled on leaves to a patch of fur that had come off against a rock. It all told a story of an animal's life and where they were going. Hawke normally read the signs well, but he was too preoccupied with his worries to properly pay attention.
He wondered if he was almost an adult now. Hawke had nothing to measure with. There were no horns to cut, no scales to shed. He only seemed to get more clumsy as his limbs out grew his body. Faint growths of fuzz started to grow in odd places, making everyone all the more curious about him. And his voice crackled, making it difficult to get some of the purrs and clicks of the language correct. The others around him seemed to think he was maturing but even they weren't confident. Hawke was the first human child to live with them, and it was a new learning experience for all.
He traveled through the undergrowth, feeling the ferns brush up against his thighs while he craned his neck upwards to see how high the trees went. They were so tall that even the lowest branches were very small, and the trunks were so wide that he imagined three or four kirin lying down head to hoof wouldn't be able to reach across the base completely. He was fairly certain that the other youngsters were in the branches of the much younger trees, watching Hawke. However he forgot that there were other things in the forest that could watch over him. Those things were waiting for tender morsels of flesh to pass by and fill their hungry bellies. One particular critter caught Hawke's scent and was already stalking him from the trees. The boy thought nothing of it, believing that it was one of the others trying to play a trick on him. It wasn't until he heard the unfamiliar huff and rush of air that Hawke realized he'd made a mistake.
The cat looked like it was at least five times larger with paws as large as Hawke's head, if not more so. Claws that looked like dirty white fangs swiped at him with the intent to cripple and maim. Hawke scrambled backwards but he knew he wouldn't be able to get away in time. He'd never wished for scales more in his life than he did at that moment. An earth shattering roar made Hawke jump and liquid gold materialized before him. After the roar came a hiss and then a scream from the beast as Sohl's tail whacked the cat away. It went sailing a few feet before connecting with a tree, making a sickening thud.
When Soh'lan meant business, he was fearsome. Crouched low, his tail whipped wildly behind him with angry sounding snaps. He was crouched protectively over the boy, a faint glow coming from his scales here and there. Clawed hands were ready to slice and rend while his eyes glared at the cat until it finally slinked away.
No sooner did the cat-beast leave then did Sohl swerved to Hawke. "Hawke! Are you well?"
His voice had been frightened away but he nodded his head. He'd started to tremble, still in shock over what had happened. Sohl moved him instead, scooping the boy up to carry him back to the mountain. "You're bleeding," he finally manage to mutter pathetically when he noticed the wound on Sohl's arm. While scales had protected the Kirin, some had been pulled out by the claws, causing blood to flow freely down his arm.
The hunter did not hesitate going to Sha'hira, refusing to release the boy until she could check him over. His heart was still beating that rapid, nervous beat. While normally so calm when animals were involved, the thought of Hawke being nearly killed had thrown him out of sorts. Sohl didn't even feel the blood trickling down his arm as he carried Hawke. All that mattered was that he was safe. He'd gladly sacrifice a limb if that meant the boy could remain safe and whole. He barely registered that Shai was examining the wound while Sha'hira tended to Hawke. He listened as the human recanted the story, speaking in choked gasps that he was so sorry he was careless and that Sohl had been injured because of it. He felt something in his heart twist, and then flip over in relief when Sha'hira declared the boy fine, shooing him out of the light so she could tend to Soh'lan's arm.
The wound had stopped bleeding with Shai's ministrations so all Sha'hira had to do was clean the arm and place a light bandage on the area where scales were missing. "It is not bad. The area will be tender until new scales grow strong."
The entire time, Hawke remained by the gold Kirin's side, watching intently as the healer treated him. He relaxed only when Soh'lan wrapped his tail around the boy's waist. Sohl turned to Hawke with a smile and a purr in his chest. "It's alright, Dragon. As long as you're well-"
At first it seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Hawke's eyes welled up with tears and he clung to Sohl's neck. "I'm going to train hard so that you don't get hurt protecting me. And then if you do, I'm going to train even harder so that I can take care of you." His flat teeth nipped at Sohl's jaw. It was a shy motion, but something that touched the Kirin more deeply than the words themselves.
"I know you will." He rumbled, turning to press his sharp fangs up against Hawke's skin, being as gentle as he felt was necessary to keep from hurting the boy. "You will make everyone proud."
[[Naming Day]]
Most ceremonies were held within the safety of the mountain Children becoming adults was always a special time, and these rituals were sacred to the Faunlin. But this one was different. While held at daybreak, it was going to begin outdoors in the predawn light. The leader saw no problem with this and had come outside as well to witness the proceedings. It wasn't every day that a child was instilled with the responsibility and honor of carrying on the community and it was once in a life time that a human was bestowed this honor of being one of their own.
The human years, or turns as kirin named them, always passed quickly. Hawke was growing by leaps and bounds, making him all the more cherished by this adoptive family. If they blinked too many times, they were going to miss his passing. The ritual was going to be special.
The portion where Hawke would receive his full name would be done outside as the sun came to greet them. Then, within the mountain it would be repeated, followed by a party that would rival the Mountain Renewal. For now Hawke waited at the opening of the mountain, watching the night turn into pre-dawn morning. Compared to the rest of the mountain there were very few here, making the first leg of this Rite all the more intimate and special. Of course the Elder was present as was Shai and his other student. Verti stayed by the Elder's side, weaving gently to the music that always played for him no matter where he was. Then there was Poe and Sha'hira, the Shaman and his Mountain Mother. Off to the side bounced his best friend, Bi'Zjou, waiting excitedly next to Soh'lan and his closest friends, Bharnas and Malin. Hawke's eyes settled on Sohl as he felt another nervous pang shoot through him. He was ready, he could feel it in his soul, but that didn't make him any calmer. Now he would be expected to follow a new set of rules and expectations beginning the 14th summer of his life.
Hawke breathed in deeply, savoring one of his last breaths as a child. Soon he would truly become a part of the Faunlyn, and he will wear his mark proudly. He kept his eyes eastward as the light grew, feeling the buzz of anticipation grow as Poe finally stepped out on the dew slicked grass.
He called upon the spirits and Ancestors, asking them to attend and bear witness to this rite. With the way his pale hair moved hid the fact that he only had one sapphire eye, the side of his face scarred and marred from long ago. At some appointed time when the air felt thick and heavy, Hawke stepped forward, dropping away the cloak and cloth. He wore no adornment, no item to ward off the chill of the morning. It was a rebirth of sorts and no one arrived into the world with coverings save for blood and water.
"This Child came to us with a purpose, a path that would be difficult to walk." Hawke could feel the weight of Poe's hands on his shoulders and he still remained tall, his eyes never wavering from the Shaman's. "It was a journey that most children do not begin until their horns have cut and they have Danced. But Hawke's journey began before his birth, bridging more than the spirit world and the living world together. He bridges the many worlds together, and he will continue on his path with the honor of the Ancestors cloaking his body." Poe looked directly into Hawke's eyes. "He has done well, and the Ancestors are pleased."
The words alone made Hawke's face split into a grin, one that was hard to contain as Poe continued on. "Hawke, son of Arista, do you accept the honor of being Faunlyn? Will you abide by our rules and laws, protecting the mountain and her women, cherishing all children and sharing the strength of your heart so that others may flourish under your guidance? All brothers are now your brothers, all sisters are now your sisters, and all children are your children."
"Yes." He answered as solemnly as he could while the shiver of excitement started to vibrate his body.
"The Ancestors have seen your soul and have seen fit to give you a new name. Your mother named you Hawke to give you strength and wings to soar above your trials. Now you will be known as Golden Hawke that Eclipses Sun." As Poe recited Hawke's full name, he pressed the knife into the boy's flesh. Hawke inhaled sharply, but otherwise remained still as the mark of the Family was carved into the skin over his heart. It felt like a stinging fire that bore deeply into his muscle, but the pain was welcomed. His heart beat fast, forcing blood through the curling wound to drip down his chest. "May this mark show all that you are one of us," the Shaman then smeared the rune with the black paste, mixing with his blood and dulling the sharp burn. "In body, mind, and soul." A strong purr vibrated from the Moonkin, making Hawke's body tingle. With a smile, Poe nodded, the sun hitting his scales and throwing the light off him in prismatic rainbows. "Go tell them, and then write your name on the Sacred Tree." He pressed the jar of paste into Hawke's hands, then swept him up in a strong embrace that encompassed his tail, nearly squeezing the life out of him.
Once Hawke was released, he turned back to the others, telling them all his new name. There were tears of joy and long squeezes as Hawke basked in the love of his family. His nerves jumped for one one moment as he steeled himself against Sohl, his lips whispering close against the Kirin's ear. "I want to Dance for you."
Soh'lan's ears flicked up in surprise, pulling Hawke back just far enough to see the young man's smile and he nodded. "You.. honor me." He didn't think Hawke would choose him. Of course they flirted and slept together and learned each others bodies, but Hawke wanted to Dance for him. Sohl couldn't fathom what he did to receive such a gift, and for a moment, his mind was struck dumb before he nodded mutely.
"It's about time," Bharnas rumbled good naturedly, though it wasn't clear if it was meant for Sohl's lag in response or Hawke's request. It didn't seem to matter to anyone as they retreated into the mountain to celebrate.
