No jewelry but maybe a story?

Of hoof and horn; beak and talon; tooth and claw; fur, feather, coat and pelt am I made. Take care, tread softly for though I appear fragile and defenseless, I have all I need to defend myself against any who would do harm, This is how I have survived all these long years. I have kept all be a few people at a distance.
My life, as you have probably gathered, has been long and strange. I feel the need to tell it now because I want to pass over to rest and allow another to take my place. I have seen more changes than most and do not desire to see more. I have loved and lost; been betrayed and nearly lost my soul many times. My spirit cries for rest.
I look out of my cave and survey valleys, rivers, villages, farms as well as palaces of great grandeur.
Turning away, I feel the coolness of night approaching as I near my warm fire. Deeper within the cave I hear the padded feet of the co-owner of the cave, Magis. Magis is a story all it's own; for now suffice it to say that the bear and I came to an understanding that is useful to each of us.
A blanket lies on the cave floor near the fire yet close enough to the wall so I can lean back and relax. Sitting down I wrap a blanket around me and wait for Magis to make his entrance.
Magis grunts his greeting and I nod in response. He slowly ambles over to his corner and stares at me.
"Old one, what is your plan. I have watched you for over a month as you mull something over in your mind."
I smile. The old bear has become a dear friend who watches me closely.
"I have to travel soon."
"Why are you using your voice?" His head is turned to the side as he watches me.
"I have need to become accustomed to using it once again."
"Whumph", he shakes his head. "It is strange and hot as pleasant as the tickling of the brain."
I laugh softly as I remember how we came to learn how to communicate. I had tried naming items, drawing pictures all to no avail. Then, one day he stared deeply into my eyes and I felt a slight tingle in my brain and suddenly heard his voice saying, "My name is Magis, it is how I am known by my kind. How are you known?"
I was taken aback, I had never been asked my name and could not remember ever having one. Magis must have thought I was asleep because his great right paw pushed at me while he watched me.
I finally answered, "I am known as The Old One," not just a little surprised that I could communicate in this manner.
"Where will you travels take you? Far from the cave?"
"Yes. I may be back after I find the one I seek. If so, you will need to become acquainted with another."
"Will this 'other' be friendly and quiet?"
"I will train the 'other' in all things before returning; so, yes the 'other' will be friendly and quiet."
"Whumph," was his answer as he meandered to the deepest part of the cave. I was alone once again to seek and plan.
Gazing into the fire and focusing on the blue of the flame I was taken back a hundred years. In a small village, I saw a small black child standing apart from the rest of the villagers. I moved closer and he turned large, deep brown eyes in my direction. I knew no one could see me and was taken aback. I held out my hand and he took it.
There was a large commotion from the group as they excitedly talked and pointed toward the boy.
"See, he reaches for the unseen, this is not a good thing."
They scurried away as quickly as a collective group can.
I looked at the boy. H looked to be about seven and was extremely beautiful with his tight curly hair, deep brown skin, long curled eyelashes, fairly broad nose and thick full lips. And then there were those inquisitive, liquid brown eyes. Yes, he was a creature of beauty and honesty for only the honest can see me.
I smiled and said, "I am The Old One."
His eyes grew large and he tried to smother a giggle that erupted in spite of his best effort. It sounded like soft silver bells being run. My smile grew larger. My search may have ended but maybe not. Time would tell. Time was something I had plenty of.
For the villagers, I allowed myself to be seen to them as a large male lion. I heard them gasp and run for the safety of their huts even though we were headed away from them. This would be good for his future reputation.