Selené sat there in the stillness. She could hear the sighing of her fluffy friend coming from the back end of the wagon. He has eaten some of the cured elk and curled up into a ball.She had told them both, Meatwhall and Dakanon, that she didn't like this place. It was dark, dank, had a smell to it...there was no sunlight. She had felt something was not right from the moment they entered the cave's mouth...she just was not sure what it was. Now she did. This place smells of death. It is secretive, and because of that, dangerous.
Drusilia had told her she needed to learn the rest of her path from the spirits themself. "Seek them out and they will teach you what more you have to learn." she had said. Thus far she had learned many things from the spirits. Drusilia had tought her to sense their presence, and how to calm animals that have been spooked by them. Since that day that the sprite lead her to the Green Man, she has been able to interact with, chastise, learn spells, and gain the blessings of the spirits. Had that thing been a spirit, or even a natural creature, she could have done more. But against a beast that could only be defeated with brute strength, she was helpless.
Her brothers always told her she was too small, too weak, not able to be a warrior. She had found her own way and had pulled her own with this group. She had always been able to get to them in time...to heal them with the gifts the spirits and the Green Man had given her. But this time...She knew she could have saved him, had she only been able to get to him...but that beast kept her separated from Dakanon without even being able to see her. She failed him as a healer. They had always called her their "Little Healer" but she was more than that. She was a spirit shaman and had all the gifts that gives. But all those gifts could not help her save Dakanon. She had failed him as a healer. She had failed him as a teammate. She had failed him as a friend.
She saw him spook the horsed toward her to help her escape. HIs ghostly form stood watching as she caught hold of the speeding wagon. The pain of her failure filled her eyes and overflowed in tears.
Now she sat. It's cold. There is a smell on the air...a smell that she has caught bits of since entering this dark and dreary place. She didn't like it here. There is no sunlight. She is afraid to open herself to the spirits here...afraid of what she might see. But she was going to have to...Dakanon was a ghost...she saw him. He did not pass from this place. She would have to be the one to find him. Meatwhall would not be able to see him. Not until he was skilled enough to materialize in front of him. She would now have to play the part of interpreter. Her gifts as a spirit shaman would have to hold this group together now. She had been told her whole life that she was never meant to be anything more than a tribal wife and mother. In her soul she knew different. She was more than that. Her family never understood Grandmother's ways, and now she was following the same path. Something deep inside of her drew her down that path.
It's time to meditate and send forth the spirit guide. They will need her spells now more than ever.....
Drusilia had told her she needed to learn the rest of her path from the spirits themself. "Seek them out and they will teach you what more you have to learn." she had said. Thus far she had learned many things from the spirits. Drusilia had tought her to sense their presence, and how to calm animals that have been spooked by them. Since that day that the sprite lead her to the Green Man, she has been able to interact with, chastise, learn spells, and gain the blessings of the spirits. Had that thing been a spirit, or even a natural creature, she could have done more. But against a beast that could only be defeated with brute strength, she was helpless.
Her brothers always told her she was too small, too weak, not able to be a warrior. She had found her own way and had pulled her own with this group. She had always been able to get to them in time...to heal them with the gifts the spirits and the Green Man had given her. But this time...She knew she could have saved him, had she only been able to get to him...but that beast kept her separated from Dakanon without even being able to see her. She failed him as a healer. They had always called her their "Little Healer" but she was more than that. She was a spirit shaman and had all the gifts that gives. But all those gifts could not help her save Dakanon. She had failed him as a healer. She had failed him as a teammate. She had failed him as a friend.
She saw him spook the horsed toward her to help her escape. HIs ghostly form stood watching as she caught hold of the speeding wagon. The pain of her failure filled her eyes and overflowed in tears.
Now she sat. It's cold. There is a smell on the air...a smell that she has caught bits of since entering this dark and dreary place. She didn't like it here. There is no sunlight. She is afraid to open herself to the spirits here...afraid of what she might see. But she was going to have to...Dakanon was a ghost...she saw him. He did not pass from this place. She would have to be the one to find him. Meatwhall would not be able to see him. Not until he was skilled enough to materialize in front of him. She would now have to play the part of interpreter. Her gifts as a spirit shaman would have to hold this group together now. She had been told her whole life that she was never meant to be anything more than a tribal wife and mother. In her soul she knew different. She was more than that. Her family never understood Grandmother's ways, and now she was following the same path. Something deep inside of her drew her down that path.
It's time to meditate and send forth the spirit guide. They will need her spells now more than ever.....
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