Post by Vada of the Caves on Mar 6, 2013 20:34:41 GMT -5
Age and perspective went hand in hand. As the first climbed the ladder of time the second widened and with it the scope of the bigger picture tended to become more clear. While other people spent their lives searching for the whys and the reasoning's, Vada Buckley had focused more on the cause and effects. Her belief was simple: You could beat yourself over the head repeatedly for why something was done but it didn't change the fact that it was. No, what mattered was what would happen after. Likewise, it had not mattered why the girl had been chosen for her tutelage, though all would be revealed in time. What mattered was that Aingeal was to remain under her eyes and actions for the time being.
She was every bit cloaked in midnight. The one exception lay in her skin tone where the sun had seen fit to grace a bronze color. Vada herself stayed on the pale side of tan regardless of how much time she spent outside, which was considerable. Recitation beget candles, beget tendrils of haze as the worlds crossed paths and touched effortlessly. Innocent hazel eyes belied the harsher edge that existed as they met the deep brown of the Mother, for that is the embodiment that existed now. Mother and Maiden. Vada inhaled as the spark caught her attention.
Reflections of four years post this moment gazed back from Aingeal's eyes. There was no denying the sight, so present in her new charge.
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Meticulous fingers dug gently at the soil. Every now and then her dark hair would pull up as she examined the leaves. Her eyes casting a glance to the petals disappointment shown clearly. Gingerly she cupped the inner blue with the yellow tinge. concentration etching her features she whispered aloud as she heard the steps behind her. "It's spreading. I've given it water and sunlight. And yet it does not strengthen."
"How long have you been observing it?" Vada's tone was soft but probing.
"It's been five sunrises. Each a little worse than the one before."
Leaning down for a closer look, her head almost even with Aingeal's she took in the scene. "You've aerated the roots?"
The young girl nodded. Her care of the Flax plant had been detailed in both action and written word. Reaching her hand out she patted the journal before handing it back to her mentor.
Scanning her notes, Vada exhaled. "If you cannot heal it...."
"I cannot do what you wish. It would kill the plant."
"Cannot or will not?"
"I do not see the difference." Her tone almost pleading.
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Compassion and empathy often accompanied those who gleamed the possible through the eyes of others. This was worse when the seer was already solitary to begin with. Aingeal's heart had always been this way. She was capable of such trust, of such love with a fog of distance that very few mode through. Empathy could drag one's senses into that fog blacking out the ground from the sky and erasing all sense of the road they so desperately had clung to.
Such was her lamb....
She was every bit cloaked in midnight. The one exception lay in her skin tone where the sun had seen fit to grace a bronze color. Vada herself stayed on the pale side of tan regardless of how much time she spent outside, which was considerable. Recitation beget candles, beget tendrils of haze as the worlds crossed paths and touched effortlessly. Innocent hazel eyes belied the harsher edge that existed as they met the deep brown of the Mother, for that is the embodiment that existed now. Mother and Maiden. Vada inhaled as the spark caught her attention.
Reflections of four years post this moment gazed back from Aingeal's eyes. There was no denying the sight, so present in her new charge.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Meticulous fingers dug gently at the soil. Every now and then her dark hair would pull up as she examined the leaves. Her eyes casting a glance to the petals disappointment shown clearly. Gingerly she cupped the inner blue with the yellow tinge. concentration etching her features she whispered aloud as she heard the steps behind her. "It's spreading. I've given it water and sunlight. And yet it does not strengthen."
"How long have you been observing it?" Vada's tone was soft but probing.
"It's been five sunrises. Each a little worse than the one before."
Leaning down for a closer look, her head almost even with Aingeal's she took in the scene. "You've aerated the roots?"
The young girl nodded. Her care of the Flax plant had been detailed in both action and written word. Reaching her hand out she patted the journal before handing it back to her mentor.
Scanning her notes, Vada exhaled. "If you cannot heal it...."
"I cannot do what you wish. It would kill the plant."
"Cannot or will not?"
"I do not see the difference." Her tone almost pleading.
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Compassion and empathy often accompanied those who gleamed the possible through the eyes of others. This was worse when the seer was already solitary to begin with. Aingeal's heart had always been this way. She was capable of such trust, of such love with a fog of distance that very few mode through. Empathy could drag one's senses into that fog blacking out the ground from the sky and erasing all sense of the road they so desperately had clung to.
Such was her lamb....