Ultima
12-28-2017, 04:57 PM
There is a god here?
She sounds shocked, and Taivas does not understand why. Back home in the Fields, there had been no gods, only the spirits of various strength and the stars above. The Forest clan prayed to the trees and held them sacred. Here, in the Rift, the spirits were dimmer, but one such fellow had radiated a lot of energy - ugly and disfigured and injured though he may be. She remembers the tales her mother told her of the God of the Sun and think Kisamoa does not match the description of such a wondrous being. Maybe that is why so many did not see him for what he truly was.
"That is what I would call him," she says plainly. She had no inclination to force the mare before her into believing in the existence of a god with embellished speech; either she would believe her or not. "He appears almost like an equine but not, a conglomeration of shadow and bone and fur and blood." She nods along with her description of the creature, thinking it fitting and accurate without being overly graphic. "He is powerful, though, and can touch the mind of all those within the Rift whether or not we have met, so if not a god, what else would he be?"
Of course, Taivas knows nothing of Kisamoa being an accident this land had to create when the original gods were slain. Even if she had, it likely would not have changed her opinion. Regardless of his origins, his appearance, or his intent, he certainly fit her definition of what a god would be.
Is there any other way to heal the lands?
As she stands looking into the ocean, an idea occurs to her. If he truly were a god, would he be able to make last changes here? She thinks back to Uwaritace, and the Matrons sadly admitting that the magic bestowed upon her was temporary. Could Kisamoa alter and fix the mother tree permanently? Was there another way to restore the life to many of these lands without such a powerful entity?
"We are supposed to bring light to the darkness with these orbs," the mare thinks aloud, eyes still watching the fish sail by in the dying sunlight. "If you take it less at face value, I think he wanted us to live here as we would anywhere else. From each of us, by our own skill and ability, we will restore it naturally by living." She hoped the mare beside her would understand, but it was possible that she would not. Taivas had an inkling for how she would be restoring life to the land in the weeks to come, but she would someone much stronger than herself.
Aurelia notes that she has not met many natives, and Taivas thinks back to the strange dingo hybrid she met below the great tree. He looked mutated and altered by the Rift, and she wondered how common that was.
She asks about Spires in the east, and Taivas shakes her head no. If she were more attuned to reading others, she may have noticed that Aurelia wished to speak more about them - perhaps to ask her for aid. She is not, however, and remains silent, thinking she has nothing to add to that branch of the conversation.
She sounds shocked, and Taivas does not understand why. Back home in the Fields, there had been no gods, only the spirits of various strength and the stars above. The Forest clan prayed to the trees and held them sacred. Here, in the Rift, the spirits were dimmer, but one such fellow had radiated a lot of energy - ugly and disfigured and injured though he may be. She remembers the tales her mother told her of the God of the Sun and think Kisamoa does not match the description of such a wondrous being. Maybe that is why so many did not see him for what he truly was.
"That is what I would call him," she says plainly. She had no inclination to force the mare before her into believing in the existence of a god with embellished speech; either she would believe her or not. "He appears almost like an equine but not, a conglomeration of shadow and bone and fur and blood." She nods along with her description of the creature, thinking it fitting and accurate without being overly graphic. "He is powerful, though, and can touch the mind of all those within the Rift whether or not we have met, so if not a god, what else would he be?"
Of course, Taivas knows nothing of Kisamoa being an accident this land had to create when the original gods were slain. Even if she had, it likely would not have changed her opinion. Regardless of his origins, his appearance, or his intent, he certainly fit her definition of what a god would be.
Is there any other way to heal the lands?
As she stands looking into the ocean, an idea occurs to her. If he truly were a god, would he be able to make last changes here? She thinks back to Uwaritace, and the Matrons sadly admitting that the magic bestowed upon her was temporary. Could Kisamoa alter and fix the mother tree permanently? Was there another way to restore the life to many of these lands without such a powerful entity?
"We are supposed to bring light to the darkness with these orbs," the mare thinks aloud, eyes still watching the fish sail by in the dying sunlight. "If you take it less at face value, I think he wanted us to live here as we would anywhere else. From each of us, by our own skill and ability, we will restore it naturally by living." She hoped the mare beside her would understand, but it was possible that she would not. Taivas had an inkling for how she would be restoring life to the land in the weeks to come, but she would someone much stronger than herself.
Aurelia notes that she has not met many natives, and Taivas thinks back to the strange dingo hybrid she met below the great tree. He looked mutated and altered by the Rift, and she wondered how common that was.
She asks about Spires in the east, and Taivas shakes her head no. If she were more attuned to reading others, she may have noticed that Aurelia wished to speak more about them - perhaps to ask her for aid. She is not, however, and remains silent, thinking she has nothing to add to that branch of the conversation.
So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Taivas
