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Alia
Nov 13, 2015 11:49:22 GMT -5
Post by alia on Nov 13, 2015 11:49:22 GMT -5
Alia could feel the heaviness of his arm draped over her, holding her close. Struggling on two fronts; one not to disturb Minalan, she knew it was but an hour or so prior that he finally decided to join her in bed. The second was to slid from beneath the heavy bedding that kept the cold at bay, that seems to creep in every crevice of the Keep. Wrapping the robe around herself, Alia sat at the small writing table with the latest gift; an ornate leather journal, embossed with oak leaves, mistletoe, lavender and acorns… a endless circle of protection, fidelity, and power framing a forest scene. Absently dipping the quill into the inkwell, Alia pondered, how he could sit for hours and write in his books. Opening the cover to the stark white blank page staring back at her. A sick feeling overwhelmed her, it always strikes out of nowhere rolling through her, “It will snow soon.” her throat began to close. “Denna.” Snapping the cover shut, only to tenderly trace the decorative cover thinking of her little girl. Taking a deep breath holding it till her lungs burned; exhaling slow and steady opening the cover once more, taking up the quill and began to write.
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Alia
Nov 16, 2015 5:47:52 GMT -5
Post by alia on Nov 16, 2015 5:47:52 GMT -5
"Star of the East, give us kindly birth, Star of the South, give us great love, Star of the West, give us quiet age, Star of the North, give us death."
*Pressing her left palm to the journal, Alia whispered the words, “In this right and ready hour Fill these pages with thy power. May no unprepared eye to see. The secrets which trusted be.To I who walk the hidden road.” *
Five years. It’s been five years since the first time Minalan and I met. Two months had passed since Denna had gone missing. The People were packing their wares to return to the winter camp safety nestled between the mountains. I would not leave without Denna. As he promised, he came for me. For us.
As if no time had passed between us. Minalan held his hand out to me, “Come with me Alia, I need you with me, I need you to assist me.” I took his hand and followed him without question.
Here we are now; our abilities complimenting the other. My ability to touch the natural world and the one between; his to fuse magic taught from years of study, feeding from my strength Minalan found his own abilities enchanced. I hid from him how this process drained me to the point of unconsciousness, forcing myself to hold onto this world and not give into the million of voices that echoed in my ears each time I tapped into the natural world to pull its energy to be joined with his. Even through all this, No Denna.
The many nights I lay silent, hearing the heavy doors of the bedchamber open then close slowly only intensifying the creak of the old wood and iron that held it together. scratching against the stone floor. Minalan would always stand on the side of the bed over me. Sleep was no longer the escape of the nightmare of losing our child, but I knew she was alive, yet hidden from me. From him. Soon Denna would be returned to us. The promise of the three. Finally before dawn when the dark is impenetrable fighting the rising sun he’d join me.
Was in that moment the words, thoughts, spells, and stories of what should be written for those that would live beyond ourselves; beyond Denna. Much like these quick immediate thoughts found their way into this tome.
Minalan stirred, looking back towards the bed, his hand blindly searching for her, she slid back beneath the heavy cover resting his arms around her.
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Alia
Nov 25, 2015 19:23:15 GMT -5
Post by alia on Nov 25, 2015 19:23:15 GMT -5
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those that could not hear the music" - an Cailleach
The tall clock in the the hallway called out the hour. I snuffed out the remaining candles in the room, made sure to stir the coals of the fire before placing a new log to keep the chill at bay. Minalan suffers a fitful sleep. What he had experienced would of been maddening for others. Lives previous lived. Missed opportunities to fulfil the wishes of the Gods. The oaths my former self made, left unfulfilled. Oaths even now I was unsure would meet their completion. Seems more often than not my thoughts searched for the sound of her little voice. With each passing day it seemed to sound more like the wind, then her laugh.
I took the small pouch that was my constant companion. Untying the leather strap, the pouch blossomed revealing the tools of my trade; a pinch of goldenrod, eyebright, coltsfoot and damianna. Moving to the hearth I ground the herbs to almost a powder. Licking my fingers gingerly I reached for a one of the glowing coals. Nipping the herbs I sprinkled them onto the coal. A thin wisp of smoke began to rise from the small pile of herbs, "Let me see the past. Let me perceive the divine Kingdoms of the unknown."
The smoke curled round my chin, caressing up my cheeks, invading my nostrils. Taking a long slow deliberate breath, I felt my head swing back violently, a raspy haggard breath escaping me that feeling of being held under water my body fighting for air. A flood gate opened and the vision flowed.
...Sitting on the edge of the chair, she watched as her mother tied a piece of cloth around her ankle to silence the bells.... Her hair was so dark and shiny.... Scooping her up in her arms kissing the top of her head, her mother moved down the hall towards the tall doors that ushered the outside world...
Through the haze... Aingeal could feel her hand in her's walking in the woods. Not far from the gate there stood an older woman, ruddy cheeks, gray strands sprinkled throughout her hair... She held her twisted fingers towards Aingeal, "Come child we have little time". Tears streamed down her face, as much in the vision but in the realm she now found herself. The old woman grabbed her arm began to walk away. Aingeal tried to pull from her, but she continued to walk into the woods, looking back through the brush and low branches, she could see her mother, standing there, both hands covering her mouth, not allowing a single sound to escape her.
..The tent seemed to breath with each passing breeze....The walls expanding, the cloth snapped back and forth... I stood over the child; I stood over herself....
The sliver of light woke me still next to the hearth. After all these year the impact of the herbs is something I do not think I’ll ever get used too. I stirred the fire, leaning on the poker, I turned towards the bed.
I watched him.
Sitting lightly on the edge of the bed. He would've continued; trying to figure out his vision, but his body could not go on without rest. I sat there. Watching him. Absently comforting him. The look in his eyes tonight. Fear. Awe. Confusion. His word came forth in spurts and sputters. What had his vision been.
Only time would tell what of the time before he retained. “Aingeal… I… Don’t understand how … I cannot… You…..”
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