A Rite Of Safe Passage
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Божество ночи, возникает Вахта над мной с самыми сильными глазами По мере того как я перемещаю, полиняйте ваш свет И держите меня сейф оба все время наблюдают над моими пожитками, пожалуйста, И даруйте мое отключение заполните с миром защитите меня для меня ваши После этого направьте меня безопасно назад для того чтобы самонавести.
I had been on my way to the Village of Eunomia for my twice yearly trade with the citizens there, when I met Bryony on the path. She was coming toward me, grasping at her side with a shortness of breath as if perhaps her ribs had been cracked.
By the next day I had determined that she needed a Healer, of which I am not. I told her that I would bring one back with me, when I returned from the Village. But the young lady with her flaming red locks was determined to accompany me there. She will suit herself.. for I sense in her a stubbornness, and therefore shall not waste many words in counseling her more wisely that she ought to lie in bed and remain behind. My house is safe, afterall. Far safer than any trek through Gloumenwood.
I packed my leather satchel with my witch board and planchette, as well as a handful of sweet Vidalia onions and apples with bright rosy blush spots mottling their golden skins. It is down to my last of supplies in the root cellar, and why I must procrastinate no further.
Bryony was left to her wiles for the space of about half an hour while I bolstered myself behind a locked door in my sleeping chamber. I drew the five points of a pentacle upon the floor all around me in chalk, and there I chanted the words of magick.. of spell making.
Leviathan is the Deity of Darkness, yet he shall succumb and hear my prayer this morning.
I had been on my way to the Village of Eunomia for my twice yearly trade with the citizens there, when I met Bryony on the path. She was coming toward me, grasping at her side with a shortness of breath as if perhaps her ribs had been cracked.
By the next day I had determined that she needed a Healer, of which I am not. I told her that I would bring one back with me, when I returned from the Village. But the young lady with her flaming red locks was determined to accompany me there. She will suit herself.. for I sense in her a stubbornness, and therefore shall not waste many words in counseling her more wisely that she ought to lie in bed and remain behind. My house is safe, afterall. Far safer than any trek through Gloumenwood.
I packed my leather satchel with my witch board and planchette, as well as a handful of sweet Vidalia onions and apples with bright rosy blush spots mottling their golden skins. It is down to my last of supplies in the root cellar, and why I must procrastinate no further.
Bryony was left to her wiles for the space of about half an hour while I bolstered myself behind a locked door in my sleeping chamber. I drew the five points of a pentacle upon the floor all around me in chalk, and there I chanted the words of magick.. of spell making.
Leviathan is the Deity of Darkness, yet he shall succumb and hear my prayer this morning.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
