The night finds the tentacled fingers of restlessness dancing along my spine, poking, prodding and pushing. I try to ignore it by finding work to occupy my hands and mind which is not difficult, there is always something to keep me busy. It seems for so long since I have not been doing something, I know I have lapsed into some of my old ways since the death of Garyx. From the moment I leave my furst and dress, I am busy, moving and creating or teaching or just doing old fashioned work, until the sky is once more shrouded in a blanket of black velvet and my mind and body is to tired to really do anything other than sleep.
There are times when I watch the youngest son learn the ways of his clan that it is almost painful and eerie as his eyes touch upon me, they see more than is realized even by him, he has his fathers eyes, that vibrant green, the intensity of them, some times it cuts so deep I swear my heart and soul are bleeding. But, my love for him manages to find away around that and love him and guide him. He will never doubt the love that not only I have but what his father had for him as well. Garyx would be proud of him, I know this as surely as I live and breathe. He even has a hint of that wild hair tendency there as well.
I am proud of our youngest son, but then I am proud of all my children no matter where they are.
The fire crackles and hisses near me as I sit weaving a basket, it occupies my hands but not my mind, my mind wanders and travels, so many dreams have invaded my sleep. It is as if something or someone is calling, I can not see clearly thru the murky liquid shadows. I hate these types of dreams, they reveal very little but yet I always know they have a deep and profound meaning or message. A figure moves about, seemingly lost but yet knows without knowing where it is going or trying to go, I can not tell if it is male or female. Yet I see a slimmer of an amulet within the shadow, I can not see it clearly, yet I know it is familiar, I see the dark braided hair entwined within the leather, I can almost capture a scent of blood, not from a wound but from a ritual. The dream each night changes, some times the figure is still as if pensive and in thought, other times it is as if its hand has lifted and motions for me to come. But go where, I can not see where this figure is. What it is.. or what it means.
It is the first time I cannot travel as a dream walker or shadow walker, I know instinctively that these ways will not reveal anything, but what will. I feel as if something is pulling me, but to where and who.
I will have to meditate more on this to get an idea of what I am to do. What I am to seek, I only know it is too strong for me to ignore.
A whisper of something catches my attention. To my surprise it is the herlit that had always been with Garyx, it used to watch over me, I have not seem him in many moons now. But yet there he is, sitting on my spex wagon as if to say, here I am did you miss me. I swear that damn bird is almost smiling, but of course that is not possible,
Then just as fast he spreads his wings and flies around me making noise and then takes off across the plains.
Could it be a sign to follow?
There are times when I watch the youngest son learn the ways of his clan that it is almost painful and eerie as his eyes touch upon me, they see more than is realized even by him, he has his fathers eyes, that vibrant green, the intensity of them, some times it cuts so deep I swear my heart and soul are bleeding. But, my love for him manages to find away around that and love him and guide him. He will never doubt the love that not only I have but what his father had for him as well. Garyx would be proud of him, I know this as surely as I live and breathe. He even has a hint of that wild hair tendency there as well.
I am proud of our youngest son, but then I am proud of all my children no matter where they are.
The fire crackles and hisses near me as I sit weaving a basket, it occupies my hands but not my mind, my mind wanders and travels, so many dreams have invaded my sleep. It is as if something or someone is calling, I can not see clearly thru the murky liquid shadows. I hate these types of dreams, they reveal very little but yet I always know they have a deep and profound meaning or message. A figure moves about, seemingly lost but yet knows without knowing where it is going or trying to go, I can not tell if it is male or female. Yet I see a slimmer of an amulet within the shadow, I can not see it clearly, yet I know it is familiar, I see the dark braided hair entwined within the leather, I can almost capture a scent of blood, not from a wound but from a ritual. The dream each night changes, some times the figure is still as if pensive and in thought, other times it is as if its hand has lifted and motions for me to come. But go where, I can not see where this figure is. What it is.. or what it means.
It is the first time I cannot travel as a dream walker or shadow walker, I know instinctively that these ways will not reveal anything, but what will. I feel as if something is pulling me, but to where and who.
I will have to meditate more on this to get an idea of what I am to do. What I am to seek, I only know it is too strong for me to ignore.
A whisper of something catches my attention. To my surprise it is the herlit that had always been with Garyx, it used to watch over me, I have not seem him in many moons now. But yet there he is, sitting on my spex wagon as if to say, here I am did you miss me. I swear that damn bird is almost smiling, but of course that is not possible,
Then just as fast he spreads his wings and flies around me making noise and then takes off across the plains.
Could it be a sign to follow?
