Steel on the skyline, sky made of glass / Made for a real world, all things must pass.

[goddessnanshe.livejournal.com]

And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
. . .

Dawn of November 14th in Excolo; another time and another place

Once I, too, slept.

It has been a long time since then; since I walked the earth civilisations have split apart and fused back together into new and knotted shapes. I still remember exactly how earth felt beneath my feet. Soil, clay, mud, rock, sand. Would I remember if Oya had not loved me so, and had brought me here? Without her I would be a stranger in a strange land, and I think I would have faded, as so many of us have faded. I called to her and she answered.

And now my priestess has forsaken me. She believes in me still; but she has had a crisis of confidence. She does not believe she can do good, or that I can help her. She does not believe she is worthy of help. And so she has turned her face away. I can hold out my hand, but I cannot do more. I will not force myself on her. I do not fear losing power. I have other priests and priestesses. Oya's love brought me back to myself, but now it is Excolo and my people who keep me from falling into shadow and oblivion.

I love this land. It is nothing like where I was created, too cold and none of the right colours, but I love it. Would I die for it? Yes, should that be necessary. It is unsurprising I have thought of death lately, given what has happened here. Three gods fallen, and a demon loosed. I do not know what sort of balance the world has, now. Too much has changed at once, and there are too many signs to read. I hope -

I hope.

For this reason, I am paying particular attention to the dreams of everyone, even those who I would normally leave to the quiet solitude of their rest.

[open]

Steel on the skyline, sky made of glass / Made for a real world, all things must pass.

[goddessnanshe.livejournal.com]

And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
. . .

Dawn of November 14th in Excolo; another time and another place

Once I, too, slept.

It has been a long time since then; since I walked the earth civilisations have split apart and fused back together into new and knotted shapes. I still remember exactly how earth felt beneath my feet. Soil, clay, mud, rock, sand. Would I remember if Oya had not loved me so, and had brought me here? Without her I would be a stranger in a strange land, and I think I would have faded, as so many of us have faded. I called to her and she answered.

And now my priestess has forsaken me. She believes in me still; but she has had a crisis of confidence. She does not believe she can do good, or that I can help her. She does not believe she is worthy of help. And so she has turned her face away. I can hold out my hand, but I cannot do more. I will not force myself on her. I do not fear losing power. I have other priests and priestesses. Oya's love brought me back to myself, but now it is Excolo and my people who keep me from falling into shadow and oblivion.

I love this land. It is nothing like where I was created, too cold and none of the right colours, but I love it. Would I die for it? Yes, should that be necessary. It is unsurprising I have thought of death lately, given what has happened here. Three gods fallen, and a demon loosed. I do not know what sort of balance the world has, now. Too much has changed at once, and there are too many signs to read. I hope -

I hope.

For this reason, I am paying particular attention to the dreams of everyone, even those who I would normally leave to the quiet solitude of their rest.

[open]

Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.

[leah-pontarlier.livejournal.com]

Mid afternoon Saturday, November 14 (day 167)

Maryk and I have been busy with him teaching me about caution and self defense. I like it. I like learning and the sense that I can help my family if bad things start happening again. More bad things. Karina went to a funeral for her god-friend and came back very late and it was a bit scary because at first I thought something bad had happened. She looked like she had been crying a lot and she didn't want to say anything. Maryk took her to their room and she was better in the morning. tired but better.

Today is market day and  Maryk says I need to watch people who aren't him or Karina and i think they need some time without me around, so I left a note saying I was going into town to watch people and that I would be back in time for dinner. Making sure they know where I am when I go out is part of being cautious, even if I don't like mentioning my visits to the River, i will still let them know in a general way about it. The rest is between Pontarlier and me.

So I go and walk through the market but it is very crowded and there is no really good spots to watch from. all of those are taken up with people or stalls. It is like the fair except bigger and noisier as people yell at each other. So I am walking down the main road to see if there is  another good place to watch from when I see the man from the boat. Harman. He is near the green cafe, which is farther up the road. His back is to me so I cup my hands around my mouth and yell, "Harman!"

[Open to Harman]

Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.

[leah-pontarlier.livejournal.com]

Mid afternoon Saturday, November 14 (day 167)

Maryk and I have been busy with him teaching me about caution and self defense. I like it. I like learning and the sense that I can help my family if bad things start happening again. More bad things. Karina went to a funeral for her god-friend and came back very late and it was a bit scary because at first I thought something bad had happened. She looked like she had been crying a lot and she didn't want to say anything. Maryk took her to their room and she was better in the morning. tired but better.

Today is market day and  Maryk says I need to watch people who aren't him or Karina and i think they need some time without me around, so I left a note saying I was going into town to watch people and that I would be back in time for dinner. Making sure they know where I am when I go out is part of being cautious, even if I don't like mentioning my visits to the River, i will still let them know in a general way about it. The rest is between Pontarlier and me.

So I go and walk through the market but it is very crowded and there is no really good spots to watch from. all of those are taken up with people or stalls. It is like the fair except bigger and noisier as people yell at each other. So I am walking down the main road to see if there is  another good place to watch from when I see the man from the boat. Harman. He is near the green cafe, which is farther up the road. His back is to me so I cup my hands around my mouth and yell, "Harman!"

[Open to Harman]