Here’s an Ancient sample about Alasdair’s life in the prehistory of Scotland–keep in mind that he has gone through many lives in the many millennia since–
Aadargha is standing by the shore of the lake before anyone is awake, even his mate. He looks at the thriving settlement, with good sturdy houses, huts and shelters made of skins. It is clean and well ordered. Fish and deer meat dries on frames in the keeper huts. Life is good. If only Mayra could become with child, then everything would be perfect. His seed has not been able to take root in her, to make her stomach swell like some of the other women in the camp. He smiles, thinking that it was not for lack of trying. Giving her his life force was indeed pleasurable.
He looks down at his feet, bare against the ground. He feels a vibration, both familiar and troubling. He has not felt this since he had left the high country to the east with his own family. The vibration intensifies, shaking the poles and the simple foundations of the houses. People come running out, scared and frightened. Mayra comes rushing to his side. Some of them have never felt this before, and Aadargha tries to reassure them.