[Ceri] 12 September 2007
Oct. 1st, 2007 03:13 pmCeri sat, staring out over the ocean. It was strange being here, so far away from family, that she could not feel them in her blood, tied together, all parts of each other. Ever since her return, and even before leaving, there had been the sense of her hand being guided, her faith, the testing from the Mother, meeting her old Hierophant, and then her family….
There were so many faiths and mythologies and beliefs all over the world, and Ceridwyn had studied. Now though, she found herself changing in the role she played in the cycle of the Mother, and a stronger sense of those 3 who wove the strands, and guided her down the paths she followed, was making itself felt.
We have a calling, she thought to herself, those of my family, to protect the people that cannot, and draw the balance back to where it should be…. I feel in my heart, or my beast, that I am being drawn somewhere else… to Be something else….. I cannot see the path, but I know its there, as surely as the sun sets and moon rises…
I feel it with every fibre of my being.
The weirdness infecting the city was gone. It had left, while she was away. No longer did she crave seducing someone, and now it was gone, looking back, her behavior made her uncomfortable. Especially the last….
His words flicked through her mind, and she tried not to shudder at the inference that because of what she’d done with Sam, she was easy, or a whore. A woman, or a body, to be used for no better reason than their pleasure. She had touched no one since that day. Avoided them all, even the Khovros, and spent days in animal form, hiding.
Oh Nici…. I miss you so much…..
She looks out over the sea, knowing something out there was calling.... Her mother, and the sea, in the sea, of the sea, was pulling her blood....
Tomorrow the quest begins.
There were so many faiths and mythologies and beliefs all over the world, and Ceridwyn had studied. Now though, she found herself changing in the role she played in the cycle of the Mother, and a stronger sense of those 3 who wove the strands, and guided her down the paths she followed, was making itself felt.
We have a calling, she thought to herself, those of my family, to protect the people that cannot, and draw the balance back to where it should be…. I feel in my heart, or my beast, that I am being drawn somewhere else… to Be something else….. I cannot see the path, but I know its there, as surely as the sun sets and moon rises…
I feel it with every fibre of my being.
The weirdness infecting the city was gone. It had left, while she was away. No longer did she crave seducing someone, and now it was gone, looking back, her behavior made her uncomfortable. Especially the last….
His words flicked through her mind, and she tried not to shudder at the inference that because of what she’d done with Sam, she was easy, or a whore. A woman, or a body, to be used for no better reason than their pleasure. She had touched no one since that day. Avoided them all, even the Khovros, and spent days in animal form, hiding.
Oh Nici…. I miss you so much…..
She looks out over the sea, knowing something out there was calling.... Her mother, and the sea, in the sea, of the sea, was pulling her blood....
Tomorrow the quest begins.