Uwaritace
Linukoto information session
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
She stood, a solitary pillar amid a forest of smaller souls. Uwaritace's body caked with ice and looming, a constant reminder to Taivas of the task upon her. In order to breathe life back into the mother tree, she would need for lay down her own roots, gain her own strength within the Rift.
The roaming shaman knew not where to start. Truly, she never learned how to stabilize the connections she had made. Roscorro had taken his own path, Waker, too. The rest of her acquaintances, who knew what became of them? Like ephemeral smoke, they drifted from her life with the slightest breeze of change. How could she grasp the faith and trust of those with feeble words and actions?
She wondered how her father inspired others to follow him, the elder Skysinger. Even her mother, soft-spoken and gentle, held a courageous light that attracted others. Taivas held some of their luminous energy, but it was dwarfed in comparison. Her expressions and words were muted. Her thoughts never quite easy to communicate.
The one thing she was passionate about was learning.
Briefly, looking at the massive ghost of Uwaritace, she wondered if anyone else felt the same.
Gracefully, the shaman twirled through the sky toward the tallest branch of the elder tree. Her eyes looked out upon the soft, pale expanse of winter. The Rift was resting in the deep slumber of Freeze, with winds whipping about her so high in the sky. It would ultimately be toward her benefit.
"Truth seekers, healers, and scholars of the Rift," she bellowed, her voice surprising even herself by its ferocity, "gather to me at the base of Uwaritace. We have a task to undertake."
Slowly, she glided to the bottom, resting her hooves upon a massive root digging deep into the soil. Patiently, Taivas waited.
The roaming shaman knew not where to start. Truly, she never learned how to stabilize the connections she had made. Roscorro had taken his own path, Waker, too. The rest of her acquaintances, who knew what became of them? Like ephemeral smoke, they drifted from her life with the slightest breeze of change. How could she grasp the faith and trust of those with feeble words and actions?
She wondered how her father inspired others to follow him, the elder Skysinger. Even her mother, soft-spoken and gentle, held a courageous light that attracted others. Taivas held some of their luminous energy, but it was dwarfed in comparison. Her expressions and words were muted. Her thoughts never quite easy to communicate.
The one thing she was passionate about was learning.
Briefly, looking at the massive ghost of Uwaritace, she wondered if anyone else felt the same.
Gracefully, the shaman twirled through the sky toward the tallest branch of the elder tree. Her eyes looked out upon the soft, pale expanse of winter. The Rift was resting in the deep slumber of Freeze, with winds whipping about her so high in the sky. It would ultimately be toward her benefit.
"Truth seekers, healers, and scholars of the Rift," she bellowed, her voice surprising even herself by its ferocity, "gather to me at the base of Uwaritace. We have a task to undertake."
Slowly, she glided to the bottom, resting her hooves upon a massive root digging deep into the soil. Patiently, Taivas waited.
Taivas
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