Each element would weave and speak to her, creating a story, gently pulling her back as they enveloped her within a luscious velvet caress. The mind of a haruspex is a unique place, for some it may well be a very scary place. Not every haruspex is comfortable with who they are, they fight it, they run from it and either they lose it and shut it all down or they embrace it. Then there are the rare few that have had their abilities completely impaired, some say it can not be done, but those that are older know for sure it can, they are the ones to invoke such. But it is not something commonly known of or seen.
There is no middle ground. You have to know yourself to know what you are. You have to know yourself in order to know who you are. Each haruspex has one element that they identify with stronger than any other. That is why she began teaching with the basic fundamentals of these things. Her ways designed to have them be sure of themselves,of the heavy mantle they would have to carry daily. She was a tough ,strict disciplined ,teacher. She didn't to the froo froo type of antics or the flamboyance designed to bring attention. She worked from within herself and from what the skies gave her. She worked from a sacred place. She built steps for those she taught, to build a strong foundation. Because no matter what else in life that happened, if you have that you can survive anything. If you have a weak foundation no matter what you do it will fall apart.
The web was cast as the elements floated around her. Was she feeling them physically, no, she was still lying deathly still as the healer worked to rid her body of the poison that flowed thru her. Tarra was not sure exactly what Kaeli was doing or giving to her as she was not paying attention to the physical body. Instead she was focusing on the experience of each element, but that was short lived as once more she heard a voice with the same words spoken with a bit more force, well now he was persistent she would give him that.
One never knew what her reaction might be.
He would hear the low laughter of amusement in relation to the words he spoke. " Now Fonce. You say such nice things. It is good to see you use those ways. " His words were some how appropriate as they caught her attention. Not to many would do that. It was a risk. But sometimes risks were worth it. She would listen to him and her own words would weave around his, interesting how a spex could speak with another that had the ability to utilize certain things.
As she talked with him she could hear others seemingly nearby. Not talking to her as he did, but she knew they were near the wagon, she could hear their thoughts. As another visited a few times and he also spoke of the work that needed to be done. The buzzing of voices became so loud in her head that she finally had to say. " Alright. . Alright. . I hear you.. I 'm not dead damn it. Can you give me some silence." It felt as if she shouted it but she didn't in fact part of her words were spoken out loud startling the young healer as it was not expected. Slowly Tarra came back into a state of awareness, a rather painful one at that and not one she was going to enjoy. And that foul smell what in the skies was that. Oh. she thought to herself, that is me. She eyed that healer as best she could wondering just what did she put on her or in her or both. Did she really want to know. Probably not.
She felt like death warmed over. She drifted to sleep once more only this time it was not one of a deep stillness. It was just a normal restful sleep. Though she still was not out of the woods, she was doing better, she was not yet destined to embrace the shadows .
There is no middle ground. You have to know yourself to know what you are. You have to know yourself in order to know who you are. Each haruspex has one element that they identify with stronger than any other. That is why she began teaching with the basic fundamentals of these things. Her ways designed to have them be sure of themselves,of the heavy mantle they would have to carry daily. She was a tough ,strict disciplined ,teacher. She didn't to the froo froo type of antics or the flamboyance designed to bring attention. She worked from within herself and from what the skies gave her. She worked from a sacred place. She built steps for those she taught, to build a strong foundation. Because no matter what else in life that happened, if you have that you can survive anything. If you have a weak foundation no matter what you do it will fall apart.
The web was cast as the elements floated around her. Was she feeling them physically, no, she was still lying deathly still as the healer worked to rid her body of the poison that flowed thru her. Tarra was not sure exactly what Kaeli was doing or giving to her as she was not paying attention to the physical body. Instead she was focusing on the experience of each element, but that was short lived as once more she heard a voice with the same words spoken with a bit more force, well now he was persistent she would give him that.
One never knew what her reaction might be.
He would hear the low laughter of amusement in relation to the words he spoke. " Now Fonce. You say such nice things. It is good to see you use those ways. " His words were some how appropriate as they caught her attention. Not to many would do that. It was a risk. But sometimes risks were worth it. She would listen to him and her own words would weave around his, interesting how a spex could speak with another that had the ability to utilize certain things.
As she talked with him she could hear others seemingly nearby. Not talking to her as he did, but she knew they were near the wagon, she could hear their thoughts. As another visited a few times and he also spoke of the work that needed to be done. The buzzing of voices became so loud in her head that she finally had to say. " Alright. . Alright. . I hear you.. I 'm not dead damn it. Can you give me some silence." It felt as if she shouted it but she didn't in fact part of her words were spoken out loud startling the young healer as it was not expected. Slowly Tarra came back into a state of awareness, a rather painful one at that and not one she was going to enjoy. And that foul smell what in the skies was that. Oh. she thought to herself, that is me. She eyed that healer as best she could wondering just what did she put on her or in her or both. Did she really want to know. Probably not.
She felt like death warmed over. She drifted to sleep once more only this time it was not one of a deep stillness. It was just a normal restful sleep. Though she still was not out of the woods, she was doing better, she was not yet destined to embrace the shadows .
