"Oak, good and strong. White pine, cleansing, oh yes. Good, good. And Birch as well? Thank you Birch" She whispers as she picks up sticks off the ground, looking at the bark on each one before choosing to keep or drop them back on the forest floor. Words, lessons she's learned, that she mixes with a soft humming noise. There are specific branches that she is looking for, specific varieties that she wants. Not just to create a fire, but the type of woods that would work best in a cleansing ritual.
"Here you are seeker!" Her arms are full of twigs, small and larger branches, and she nods in approval at the site he's chosen to build the fire. Crouching down, she starts breaking the larger ones down into the size to fuel a small fire.
"Tell me, if you can; when you leave to your nexus? And will there be a door that opens here, showing stars beyond? Or mist that rises, or swirling lights that bloom? Will you take a step to the right, and be gone from my sight? How does one come and go from your nexus?" She is very proud of herself, she thinks she sounds casual, just curious. And where and how may we meet again, if that is what you still desire?"
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Date: 2015-04-02 12:13 am (UTC)"Here you are seeker!" Her arms are full of twigs, small and larger branches, and she nods in approval at the site he's chosen to build the fire. Crouching down, she starts breaking the larger ones down into the size to fuel a small fire.
"Tell me, if you can; when you leave to your nexus? And will there be a door that opens here, showing stars beyond? Or mist that rises, or swirling lights that bloom? Will you take a step to the right, and be gone from my sight? How does one come and go from your nexus?" She is very proud of herself, she thinks she sounds casual, just curious. And where and how may we meet again, if that is what you still desire?"