Tarra had left Ba'atar and Cana at the fires after some light hearted banter, she would go to the others to begin the reading of the omens,Ba'atar had asked her what she thought of them moving to the southern camp, it was earlier than usual but she watched him and took his hand in hers, she does not normally do such but something pushed her to see what it was that had him restless. She could feel something pulling at him, tugging at him, calling and clinging to him. She spoke to him of what she felt and saw. But asked him to allow for the clan to do the reading of the Omens as was tradition, for it would not be a good thing to start a journey with out such. He agreed, and so she found her way to the clan fires and each of them began thier own personal way of preparing for such an event.
Beneath the black velvet shroud of night and the silvery white beacon of the moons Chulun creates the sacred circle, each word imbued with a powerful vibration that it felt as if it echoed and carried the voices of many, each step slow and reverent until they were sure that all negativity and ill had been swept away leaving only a place where their work could be done. Each one then one by one moved around the invisible perimeter until they formed the circle.
The echo of the drum filled the air as it beat three times slow and rhythmic, sending out the message to those that watched over them and guided them. This was followed by the lighting of the fires upon the altar and around the outside of the circle, for now burning low and eternal. Bolormaa another elder then lifted the ceremonial dagger and moved to the Ta-Sardar-Var and took a wide stance her body would flow sinuously as she drew in the air the symbol for this direction and spoke firm and loud the chant that would bring forth the guardians to watch over them, protect them and guide them in their sacred rites, and she moved to each direction, Ror, Rim,Tun, Vask, Cart,Klim, Kail and back to where she first began. The same fluid, graceful movement had been rendered as each word was spoken. And so it was the tone was set for the work to begin, each consecrated salt and water and used them as was deemed necessary, oil to the forehead was applied in a special symbol by each one.
Each would hold hands and walk about the circle twisting to allow one foot within the circle then without, they would start slow, and begin a series of chants as the energy level began to rise they would move faster, which could cause the fires to illuminate and rise upward, grasping and reaching for the skies. Along the ground an mist began to form sparkling as if inlayed with miniature diamonds. The altar began to glow along the edges as if painted in crystals. They moved as one, creating a level of energy so intense that each felt a fine sheen of sweat glide along their skin, it was hard to tell where one began and where one ended, when they reached the desired crescendo they would suddenly stop and release their hands upward.
Tarra stepped to the middle of the circle and walked to the altar, she lifted the chalice that sat in the middle, and offered it to the skies before she took a drink, then she passed it around to the others, she felt the effects immediately and for a moment she felt slightly dizzy, as she stepped between this world and another, when all had partaken of the drink she would sit the chalice back upon the altar and lifted a ceremonial dagger in the air with her arms uplifted.
" Spirits of the ground, Spirits in the ground, You who are stone and rock, bone and crystal. You who are grass and root and branch. You, whose soil is the body of each and every one of us. I call upon thee, you who rule from the blackest caverns below and to the highest sky, Hear me, Bring to these rites your spirit of prosperity, of stability and manifestation. " She then walked a few steps around the altar and with a graceful turn of her hand swept it around bringing forth the energy of the ground into focus and the dirt was lifted and lay across the altar.
"Spirits of the air , Spirits in the air, You who are the mist and vapor and cloud. You who are the fresh breeze and wild wind. Web weaver at the edge of dawn. Sweeping out stagnation to weave the new day, Come to me, Spirit of the herlit, spirit of the air. Hear me, bring into these rites purification and clarity, sweep thru and remove stagnation." With a turn and sweeping of her hand focusing a line of air energy to allow the wind to swirl and twirl around and within the altar, dancing along the soil. She then took a few steps. Once more her voice rang out almost etheric and yet held the vibration of many elders channeling thru.
" Spirit of Flame , Spirit in the Flame, You who are the crackle of the fires, you who are the golden sun and glowing lava, The sparkle of phosphorescence on the skies and on the lands. Come to me, Spirit of the Flame Dancers ,Spirit of the Fire, Hear me, bring into these rites your spirit of creativity and passions, your ability to transmute and rise new from the ashes. " Once more with a sweep of her hand she once more focused a line of fire energy, creating a stream of fire that wove with the wind, and soil, sensually intwining. Yet another sweep of her hand was given as a few more steps were taken.
"Spirit of the Water, Spirit in the water, You who are the moon mother, You who are the undines of the rivers, The sirens of the crashing thassa breakers. Come to me, Spirit of the water, Hear me, bring to these rites your deepest intuition and truest emotions, teach us to be flexible and to adapt and flow like your waters. " Turning once more she lifted her hand and focused on the water energy and the water streamed forth to entwine with the other four elements.
Having made the full circle she would allow all elements to rush thru her and around her, "With a ring of wave and rain and tears, I encircle with sacred space and all within, Let nothing enter unwelcome as the answer to our question is revealed. So it is. So it shall be."
The energy was intense and two other elders would stand one in front of her and one in back, as those that walked before them and around them spoke a simple phrase was given yet it was the answer they sought, "It is time." Then without warning the energy was released and she faltered backwards, it was not often they would invoke all the elements in such a way but they needed a quick answer to the Omens, nothing drew out and ritualistic. Each of them held her until she regained her senses their energy grounded her once more. She then stepped from them and looked to them as they told her the answer and once more she would rejoin the circle as they undid what they had done, though the circle is undone it is never broken. Each guardian and spirit were sent back with a heartfelt thanks..
The move could now begin with the blessings of the skies and of the Haruspex clan. Tarra lingered only for a few moments as it was late into the night, she would have some water to drink and some stew. Then she helped put everything away by that time it was early morning, she set forth to find Ba'atar and give him the results of the reading. All would be as it should
They could begin the move when he was ready, "It was time."
The echo of the drum filled the air as it beat three times slow and rhythmic, sending out the message to those that watched over them and guided them. This was followed by the lighting of the fires upon the altar and around the outside of the circle, for now burning low and eternal. Bolormaa another elder then lifted the ceremonial dagger and moved to the Ta-Sardar-Var and took a wide stance her body would flow sinuously as she drew in the air the symbol for this direction and spoke firm and loud the chant that would bring forth the guardians to watch over them, protect them and guide them in their sacred rites, and she moved to each direction, Ror, Rim,Tun, Vask, Cart,Klim, Kail and back to where she first began. The same fluid, graceful movement had been rendered as each word was spoken. And so it was the tone was set for the work to begin, each consecrated salt and water and used them as was deemed necessary, oil to the forehead was applied in a special symbol by each one.
Each would hold hands and walk about the circle twisting to allow one foot within the circle then without, they would start slow, and begin a series of chants as the energy level began to rise they would move faster, which could cause the fires to illuminate and rise upward, grasping and reaching for the skies. Along the ground an mist began to form sparkling as if inlayed with miniature diamonds. The altar began to glow along the edges as if painted in crystals. They moved as one, creating a level of energy so intense that each felt a fine sheen of sweat glide along their skin, it was hard to tell where one began and where one ended, when they reached the desired crescendo they would suddenly stop and release their hands upward.
Tarra stepped to the middle of the circle and walked to the altar, she lifted the chalice that sat in the middle, and offered it to the skies before she took a drink, then she passed it around to the others, she felt the effects immediately and for a moment she felt slightly dizzy, as she stepped between this world and another, when all had partaken of the drink she would sit the chalice back upon the altar and lifted a ceremonial dagger in the air with her arms uplifted.
" Spirits of the ground, Spirits in the ground, You who are stone and rock, bone and crystal. You who are grass and root and branch. You, whose soil is the body of each and every one of us. I call upon thee, you who rule from the blackest caverns below and to the highest sky, Hear me, Bring to these rites your spirit of prosperity, of stability and manifestation. " She then walked a few steps around the altar and with a graceful turn of her hand swept it around bringing forth the energy of the ground into focus and the dirt was lifted and lay across the altar.
"Spirits of the air , Spirits in the air, You who are the mist and vapor and cloud. You who are the fresh breeze and wild wind. Web weaver at the edge of dawn. Sweeping out stagnation to weave the new day, Come to me, Spirit of the herlit, spirit of the air. Hear me, bring into these rites purification and clarity, sweep thru and remove stagnation." With a turn and sweeping of her hand focusing a line of air energy to allow the wind to swirl and twirl around and within the altar, dancing along the soil. She then took a few steps. Once more her voice rang out almost etheric and yet held the vibration of many elders channeling thru.
" Spirit of Flame , Spirit in the Flame, You who are the crackle of the fires, you who are the golden sun and glowing lava, The sparkle of phosphorescence on the skies and on the lands. Come to me, Spirit of the Flame Dancers ,Spirit of the Fire, Hear me, bring into these rites your spirit of creativity and passions, your ability to transmute and rise new from the ashes. " Once more with a sweep of her hand she once more focused a line of fire energy, creating a stream of fire that wove with the wind, and soil, sensually intwining. Yet another sweep of her hand was given as a few more steps were taken.
"Spirit of the Water, Spirit in the water, You who are the moon mother, You who are the undines of the rivers, The sirens of the crashing thassa breakers. Come to me, Spirit of the water, Hear me, bring to these rites your deepest intuition and truest emotions, teach us to be flexible and to adapt and flow like your waters. " Turning once more she lifted her hand and focused on the water energy and the water streamed forth to entwine with the other four elements.
Having made the full circle she would allow all elements to rush thru her and around her, "With a ring of wave and rain and tears, I encircle with sacred space and all within, Let nothing enter unwelcome as the answer to our question is revealed. So it is. So it shall be."
The energy was intense and two other elders would stand one in front of her and one in back, as those that walked before them and around them spoke a simple phrase was given yet it was the answer they sought, "It is time." Then without warning the energy was released and she faltered backwards, it was not often they would invoke all the elements in such a way but they needed a quick answer to the Omens, nothing drew out and ritualistic. Each of them held her until she regained her senses their energy grounded her once more. She then stepped from them and looked to them as they told her the answer and once more she would rejoin the circle as they undid what they had done, though the circle is undone it is never broken. Each guardian and spirit were sent back with a heartfelt thanks..
The move could now begin with the blessings of the skies and of the Haruspex clan. Tarra lingered only for a few moments as it was late into the night, she would have some water to drink and some stew. Then she helped put everything away by that time it was early morning, she set forth to find Ba'atar and give him the results of the reading. All would be as it should
They could begin the move when he was ready, "It was time."
* * OOC note: Please note the ritual has been altered and changed in numerous ways so that it does not completely duplicate any that have been used or written in the realm of reality, there are variations in things that prevent such from being used or that is in any way disrespectual to anything sacred. **
