The river of blackness encompassed the plains as if someone had spilt a large bottle of ink,if you watched closely you could see how it stained all that came within in fluid grasp. It was in this area of nothingness and yet a place of everything that I sat. Only a faint glimmer of light was evident from the low burning embers of my fire.
I have sat here for I am not sure how long, perhaps an ahn perhaps many ahn. For me there was no time when I placed myself in this state, this is where I seek answers, this warm place of peace, comfort and wisdom. There was no movement, no sound. Just a peace that had no words to describe it.
I found the vision I was seeking,once I had attained this I allowed myself to come back to a sense of awareness, it was then I realized it was evening. Without me consciously knowing it I had already been working on the talisman for Jai's son, the Ubar had requested it and I had wondered what to create to give to a young man who had just obtained his name and his scar. These were two major milestones in a warriors life. They were special, and it would require something just right.
Wincing just a bit as I moved from my spot, used to be sitting so long never bothered me, maybe it was age creeping up on me or maybe it was that cold ground and hard rock I had not seen when I first sat, either way I was not comfortable. So I would stretch and warm by the fire. Then I would walk to the Haruspex wagon that was my own personal one, this was the one I did some of my very personal work. Stepping inside, the familiar herbs and aromas assailed my senses. To me they each held a unique property to others they were merely a bunch of odd and sometimes scary looking items. I did enjoy embellishing a few things to add to that of course.
Upon one shelf bathed in layers of sage and ash leaves were small bosk horns that I had hollowed and carved into small tubular pieces, then I had for many days worked with various mixes of plants to dye them the deepest shade of black that I had seen, these were smooth to the touch almost as if the skies had kissed them to perfection, I had wondered why it had been in my mind to make these not having a reason to do so, but I followed my instinct and made them, now I knew why, they had been created in the most sacred and reverent of ways. Gently I would remove them and arrange them on a hide.. I would then take sinew and leather and tightly weave them together to create a bond that was durable and unbreakable. Then I would slip the bosk horns over it until I had three separate strings of these, nestled within each black horn were beads of gray, they looked as if they had been dipped in smoke. The rows of horns were bound together to create a simple masculine choker. In the center was placed an amulet in the deepest of red, simple unadorned but in a perfect circle, never beginning and never ending, the color of courage. Around the edge were etched small designs, each intricately woven and binding, providing protection and strength. In the middle was placed a single herlit feather the end had been dipped in red dye I had borrowed from one of the scarrers. I bartered for some of the things I needed . Which were readily given when they knew why, thereby imbuing within the talisman the hearts of the people, as he was part of the tribe so now were they a part of this important stage of his life. I made the ends long enough for him to easily secure it but not so long it would hinder, the very ends held a single silver bead with tiny rings on each side they would rest silently yet would rest cool on the skin. They would deflect negative energy back to those that would direct it.
Once this was all done, I would find a small wooden box and would sprinkle on the bottom of it bits of sage and moss and rest the choker upon it. I would close the box and leave my wagon and walk to the Ubars wagon and lay it there, I knew he was soon to seek me out but I had yet to see him, I did not trust slaves to handle something so important. I saw Rook and knew Cana could not be far so I asked him to ensure that he or Cana made sure Ba'atar received this, it was a talisman for Jai's son. I had a feeling that perhaps the Ubar might wish to gift him with this himself as he had requested it.
Then I departed and returned to my wagons to contemplate a few things. Each thing I did or made often carried a part of me with it, as I rested against the wagon on the ground my hands would burrow into the dirt as I gazed upon the moons. It was my way to reground myself, I needed to feel the plains, hear her heartbeat, feel the kiss of the winds, it was these things that kept me from pouring to much of myself into anything or anyone. It allowed me to give just what was needed.
There is nothing more beautiful than the moons over the plains, casting an etheric cloak of mystery and allure. This is why we flourished, for it is the vast openness that allows us to feel the protective embrace of the plains.
I have sat here for I am not sure how long, perhaps an ahn perhaps many ahn. For me there was no time when I placed myself in this state, this is where I seek answers, this warm place of peace, comfort and wisdom. There was no movement, no sound. Just a peace that had no words to describe it.
I found the vision I was seeking,once I had attained this I allowed myself to come back to a sense of awareness, it was then I realized it was evening. Without me consciously knowing it I had already been working on the talisman for Jai's son, the Ubar had requested it and I had wondered what to create to give to a young man who had just obtained his name and his scar. These were two major milestones in a warriors life. They were special, and it would require something just right.
Wincing just a bit as I moved from my spot, used to be sitting so long never bothered me, maybe it was age creeping up on me or maybe it was that cold ground and hard rock I had not seen when I first sat, either way I was not comfortable. So I would stretch and warm by the fire. Then I would walk to the Haruspex wagon that was my own personal one, this was the one I did some of my very personal work. Stepping inside, the familiar herbs and aromas assailed my senses. To me they each held a unique property to others they were merely a bunch of odd and sometimes scary looking items. I did enjoy embellishing a few things to add to that of course.
Upon one shelf bathed in layers of sage and ash leaves were small bosk horns that I had hollowed and carved into small tubular pieces, then I had for many days worked with various mixes of plants to dye them the deepest shade of black that I had seen, these were smooth to the touch almost as if the skies had kissed them to perfection, I had wondered why it had been in my mind to make these not having a reason to do so, but I followed my instinct and made them, now I knew why, they had been created in the most sacred and reverent of ways. Gently I would remove them and arrange them on a hide.. I would then take sinew and leather and tightly weave them together to create a bond that was durable and unbreakable. Then I would slip the bosk horns over it until I had three separate strings of these, nestled within each black horn were beads of gray, they looked as if they had been dipped in smoke. The rows of horns were bound together to create a simple masculine choker. In the center was placed an amulet in the deepest of red, simple unadorned but in a perfect circle, never beginning and never ending, the color of courage. Around the edge were etched small designs, each intricately woven and binding, providing protection and strength. In the middle was placed a single herlit feather the end had been dipped in red dye I had borrowed from one of the scarrers. I bartered for some of the things I needed . Which were readily given when they knew why, thereby imbuing within the talisman the hearts of the people, as he was part of the tribe so now were they a part of this important stage of his life. I made the ends long enough for him to easily secure it but not so long it would hinder, the very ends held a single silver bead with tiny rings on each side they would rest silently yet would rest cool on the skin. They would deflect negative energy back to those that would direct it.
Once this was all done, I would find a small wooden box and would sprinkle on the bottom of it bits of sage and moss and rest the choker upon it. I would close the box and leave my wagon and walk to the Ubars wagon and lay it there, I knew he was soon to seek me out but I had yet to see him, I did not trust slaves to handle something so important. I saw Rook and knew Cana could not be far so I asked him to ensure that he or Cana made sure Ba'atar received this, it was a talisman for Jai's son. I had a feeling that perhaps the Ubar might wish to gift him with this himself as he had requested it.
Then I departed and returned to my wagons to contemplate a few things. Each thing I did or made often carried a part of me with it, as I rested against the wagon on the ground my hands would burrow into the dirt as I gazed upon the moons. It was my way to reground myself, I needed to feel the plains, hear her heartbeat, feel the kiss of the winds, it was these things that kept me from pouring to much of myself into anything or anyone. It allowed me to give just what was needed.
There is nothing more beautiful than the moons over the plains, casting an etheric cloak of mystery and allure. This is why we flourished, for it is the vast openness that allows us to feel the protective embrace of the plains.
