Ritual 081800 by Pashen

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Pashen

Ritual

Pashen
Fri Aug 18 19:46:50 2000 GMT

Pashen moved quickly to the comfort of Litharien with
Zeifer’s words ringing in her head. First confusion then
anger set in. She could feel the the wander lust start to
creep in. Perhaps she should return home, she thought. No,
that wasn’t an option, she reminded herself. Some new
place, new world to discover? Or stay here and fight….
Pashen felt the need of some guidence with making this
decision. She would sleep on it and seek the wisdom of the
Cosmos tomorrow.

Pashen stepped out of Litharien and greeted the world with
stormy eyes. Sleep had not provided an insight for her
turbulent thoughts. She knew that tonight she would look
deep into the Faerie Flames searching for the best course
of action. Preparation was needed so she returned inside
the giant black oak tree. She set about mixing herbs and
crushing stones. Then she ate a light meal after which she
bathed and prepared her mind and body.

Pashen removes all her jewelry and heaps it on the table
next to a collection of small jars that rest on a wooden
tray. She selects one tiny golden earring in the shape of a
cauldron and sets it apart. Her long hair is still wet from
bathing as she finger-combs it,loosely braiding it without
securing the end. She patiently paints strange intricate
symbols in bright colors on her body and face with
practiced skill. Pashen looks to FaerieFyre hanging on the
wall. She takes her sword down and holds him gently.
FaerieFyre changes form becoming a small knife.
One last thing, she thinks. Pashen moves to the wall. An
opening shimmers into view. She reaches in and pulls out a
very special necklace. She slips it over her head and walks
to the table. She sets the earring and her knife on the
tray and moves gracefully to the door.

Pashen’s eyes are completely golden in color and glowing.
She steps out of Litharien smiling absently at the people
out there. She moves a short distance away and sits down
cross-legged, setting the tray next to her. She picks up
the earring setting it on the ground infront of her. It
grows in size as Pashen softly chants some words. Vivid
colored flames leap out of the cauldron and Pashen crumbles
some herbs in the fire. Sage and cedar fill the air. The
Faerie Flames grow larger and as she softly starts to sing
faint images begin to appear. There she sits and meditiates
the meaning of the Flames.

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