scarybunnie (Nov 19, 2011 6:58:32 PM)
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scarybunnie (Nov 19, 2011 6:59:23 PM)
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Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 6:59:43 PM)
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Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 7:03:52 PM)
*Grandmother Hilma was out near her little voodoo hut always working on something or another. A bit of a grimace working on her darkly tanned face as she noticed she was out of a vital ingredient for the concoction she had began to prepare. But at the same time, she could not leave what she had already done or it would be ruined. Swiping her walking stick she headed out the door towards the plantation house, the little voodoo doll on the wend of her stick swaying back and forth with each step she took her eyes on the lookout for a volunteer of sorts. *

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 7:06:26 PM)
Nascha was amongst the garden, having a fondness for the plants and long been aiding in the tending of the plants there. She treated the task with all the same focus and dedication she gave everything, singing a soft tune in her native tongue, the chanting measure of it soothing and medative.

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 7:15:18 PM)
*The familiar song lifted to Grandmother’s ears causing her to turn her attention towards the kinfolk working in the guardian. There she saw what she needed. At times the older woman could move with an amazing speed and grace. Likely before Nascha would even know it Hilma was behind her leaning over to see what work she was doing, reaching above her head to pat her head dress. Speaking to Nascha in her thick Cajun accent.* Greeetings Childe…

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 7:20:35 PM)
She falls quiet when addressed by her guardian, and lifts her head as she turns from the plants toward Hilma. "Ya'at'eeh, Grandmother." She smiles pleasantly, brushing soil from her hands, the late harvest greens collected in a basket to her side, carefully gathered for drying, though the mild winters in the region made such preparations almost unnecesary.

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 7:26:02 PM)
Oh you do such a fine job with the garden here, the keeper of the land is rather pleased. He said perhaps you could help me in a little quest that I have. *She said with such a coy smile pooling tightly at her over sun exposed kin. Sure it was a bit of a white lie she hadn’t been talking to him at all but flattery never hurt. Leaning back up she rested her hand underneath her chin as though she was in deep thought* I was told you could fetch me some Brackish marsh for a little potion I am working on…*Surely enough Nascha would likely remember seeing some of that near the Silver fang tribal grounds from her recent visit.* I would go myself…but…I can’t leave what I started. It could explode.

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 7:30:43 PM)
She listens politely to the flattery and request, ducking her head with an embarrassed shake of her head at the former, and nodding to the latter. She stands with her walking stick and brushes off her knees before picking up her basket. "Certainly, Grandmother." For someone who sang so much during her tasks, she really wasn't much for speaking unnecessarily. She rests the basket on her hip and looks out to the trees. "Is there anything else you require?"

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 7:34:56 PM)
*Hilma thought about that really hard. Oh she could rattle off a list for sure. It was a lot of work being the rite mistress of a large sept and keeping her herbs and other materials stocked, but all of that would delay what she really needing and considering it was time sensitive she decided just to go with the one task* Not at the moment. Thank you for your help. Might want to take something along with you It gets dark so quickly anymore.

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 7:39:46 PM)
She nods, smiling pleasantly as she looks back toward Hilma. As there was nothing more to say, and speaking unnecessarily would just delay the task, she turns and heads to the house with the purpose of turning over the fresh greens to those in the kitchen and collecting a few things before she heads out to where the brackish marsh she'd been tasked with collecting, being sure to have a flashlight [the sort that can be shaken for a charge].

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 7:48:00 PM)
*Hilma was glad to see she was getting what she need and treaded back to her hut with the familiar sound of her walking stick hitting the ground step after step. Nascha’s travels would take her to the one known place she had seen Brackish marsh before, and a good bit of it too. The swampy area out near the land of Fang tribal ground. Thankfully her interactions with that tribe had always been pleasant. Uncle the one who let the Silver Elder’s birthday slip was especially fond of kinfolk for her respectful ways. Sure enough though the sun was starting to set by the time she arrived, a lovely hue of pink, blue and purple painted the sky*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 7:52:49 PM)
She pauses to wish the sun a good night, studying the sky's colours appreciatively a long moment before she got to work collecting some of what she needed, singing a song of thanks for the gift Changing Woman had given them in having brackish marsh. She didn't know what Grandmother was preparing, and hadn't needed to know anything more than the elder had a desire for this. As she was of Uktena blood, she was still curious, and as she sang her collecting song, she mused over the uses of brackish marsh.

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 8:00:19 PM)
*The swamp lands were a little murky and at times if felt like she might sink down into the earth its self but so far so good. A couple of tugs on the marsh and up it came with its muddy roots dripping off a few clumps here and there. The sounds of the swamp were already starting to come alive, crickets and fogs join in with Nascha on their nightly song. It was all too perfect with the sounds of a hooting owl came out of know where. Looking at Nascha and asking her* “whooo…Whoo.”

Grandmother Hilma (Nov 19, 2011 8:04:22 PM)
(This user is now known as SB)

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 8:05:51 PM)
She looks up from her singing, shaking some water from the herb before tucking it away with a final thanks, her gaze searching out the owl. She wasn't afraid, having realised and finally accepted the great wisdom which an Owl possessed. She blinks as she straightens, listening to the sounds all around, her flashlight skimming the area with a glitter over the water's surface.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 8:09:38 PM)
*In this night there was no silence at all. In fact if one were to listen it was almost too much to try and focus in on all of it at once. The owl moved down along the branch taking four little scoots to the right. The way it blinked its ghost like eyes and continued to ask the question of her might have sent her running not too long ago. But luckily she had all the herbs she needed now and might even get back before it was too dark* Whooo? Whoo?

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 8:12:45 PM)
"Ya'at'eeh, nascha." She murmurs to the owl, addressing it in her native tongue as she slung her bag back over her shoulder and ducking her head respectfully. [literally, "It is good, owl." a greeting, hah]

SB (Nov 19, 2011 8:18:11 PM)
*It was the strangest thing. Almost like the owl understood what she had said, it cocked it head to the side blinked a few times. But something must have caught its attention, quickly its attention turned away from her deeper into the woods. Powerfully it took off into the air soaring through the woods likely after its first meal of the night. Nascha was once against alone. Night came on fast, in the blink of an eye her flashlight was becomeing handy. The woods and swamp lands could be a dangerous place at night for a girl*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 8:23:37 PM)
She watched the owl fly off, nodding as it seemed to have lost interest in her, then turns to the task of returning from whence she came. Like everything else in her life, there was a song for finding her way, and she began singing those words as she picked her way through the swamp and trees, watchful and alert for anything which may cause her a problem, whether that was a gator hiding in the water or something less overtly dangerous in the dark.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 8:29:36 PM)
*There was something strangely familiar about all of this. How when she was a little girl she could remember getting distracted and wondering in an what had been familiar areas in the daytime, but by the time the sun was saying its goodbyes for the night everything looked different. The memories of the dreams that had haunted her so vividly when she was younger seemed to come to mind. Had all of that been cast away now in her adult life? Or would her imagination once again get the better of her and send her into panic?*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 8:35:16 PM)
She pauses as her thoughts began to haunt her, taking a slow, deep breath to settle herself. Though she hadn't recognised the intent of the owl when she was a child, and only now came to acknowledge it, the spirits had watched over her then. She had to believe they were there for her now. She knew, on some level, that most spirits were not interested in kin, but just the idea that she'd made a connextion in the past, for reasons she still could not unravel, was enough to allow her to press on. She resumed her softly chanting song, looking for signs and omens as she continued toward home.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 8:44:56 PM)
*There was little that could have helped the inevitable, Nascha has a had a date with fate this night. No matter that she had perfect balance, was her step in the wrong direction or shove in the direction that had to be. Either way she would not feel it before it was too late. The earth beneath her feet gave way forming a beneath the kinfolk dragging her down into the soil threating to bury her alive. No matter how she against the forces of nature she lost. The wrong bend of her leg caused such familiar pains shooting up into her it was like lightening stuck her whole body stunning her.*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 8:51:30 PM)
Panic washed over her, breaking through her carefully built defences and tearing out in a terrified scream that was coloured with the anguish of that familiar pain returning. The nightmares she had trained to control and master had been given free reign and took vengence against her, consuming her as the earth dropped beneath her and rolled over her in a wave her panicked mind could not begin to comprehend.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 8:56:04 PM)
*Things quickly seemed to go full circle like her body remembers every little detail from her accident as a child, the one that had maimed her leg from sometime. It started at her leg, that feeling of being eaten alive and picked apart piece by piece like in her dreams. But soon it would consume her whole. Every bit of her body stung with each puncture of a beak digging out flesh, beaks and creatures she could not see. Things were become dark, dreamlike and fading till it all just melted away. Nothing enveloped her. The safe weightless feeling of not having a body, floating, everything was ok. The darkness was not so bad. There was no light, no songs, but there was not any pain either. Was she dead? Was she dreaming?"

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 9:02:30 PM)
It was so difficult to know. She had experienced it before, but then, she didn't know back at the time, either. Was it a rebirthing? A new lesson she had to learn? Was it death come to claim what it had not over a decade before? Did it matter? Floating here in the senselessness, would she have anything to worry her again? She could accept this was an end, or a new beginning, or she could search for deeper meaning behind it. When she was a child, all she'd known was solace in this empty place, but now she had dedicated so much of herself to the Nation, to her People. And she had no legacy to leave behind. She had failed to do everything she could, and perhaps this was her punishment for ... Things she had not done, though she had worked hard, it was never hard enough.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:08:27 PM)
*Nascha was left alone with the thoughts of her life for sometime to ponder what she had or had not done with it. It seemed like this might be it, that she would be stuck in limbo forever with only her own thoughts. It all started out as a soft melody in the back of her mind, almost muffled hard to put your finger on or even focus. Voices of someone familiar till a sharp tone busted the silence of her own thoughts wide open. In her native tounge she would hear the voice of her mother* Nascha, Nascha. Pay attention or you will mess up and the weave and you will have to start again.

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 9:11:45 PM)
She shook her head, blinking as she focuses on the voice, then her other senses. What was she doing, losing herself in her nightmares again? Her mother was saying something, and she'd been a careless child in not paying her mind. She stilled herself and focused on her mother with an apologetic smile.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:16:20 PM)
*With a blink of Nascha’s eyes it was all clear as day to her once again. Her mother was sitting back on her legs weaving at her own loom as she looked over at Nascha who was just as she is now and adult. The blanket in front of Nascha the one her mother was concerned about had already been finished in the real world, this one was nearing competition. Her very beautiful and time consuming gift to the Silver Fang Elder started back at her with a printing of stars and moons all over just as she remembered it. Her mother pausing to point out a flaw that was not even there* See there…take the last wave out it is off by one.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:16:54 PM)
(( not stars and moons it should read...sun and moon))

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 9:22:18 PM)
She furrows her brow, confused at having this weaving unfinished. She could remember the finished blanket, the one she had been so proud to gift to Conquers Luna's Ferocity. The confusion was followed by more confusion at the flaws which were not present, and further compounded by what her mother was doing there. She hadn't seen her mother in quite some time, nor any of her family from the reserve, having stepped out into the world beyond Dine'taa to learn what... What she hadn't known on the reserve, sheltered from some of the harsher realities there by over protective family.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:26:53 PM)
*Many things were off about all of this. It was as if the past and present melded into one reality were things were not quite right. Nascha would no more look down at the blanket to see something she had never seen before. Before her eyes it was as it someone had opened up a whole in this dimension and she was able to see a blanket of universe staring right back at her, as it were real. The Moon and Stars and Sun all glittered beautiful in a picture of the cosmos that existed only in that small from that the blanket took up. No one else even seemed to notice to them it was just a blanket. But yes she could ‘feel’ the warmth of the sun coming from the blanket*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 9:32:21 PM)
She stares a long moment at the mysterious sight, then reaches out to trace the lines of the constellations, the ones that the Dine' knew, to feel that warmth of the sun and marvel at the whole of it, finally resting her fingers on the moon, who had dictated so much of the lives of the Nation. Grandfather was a Clown, born when Luna had turned her face from the world, and many of those she loved were born under the extremes of a full or hidden moon. She wondered why she was so fascinated by it all, perhaps because she only saw the tinest part of the whole, and now could see the heavens.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:39:52 PM)
*It was a strange feeling she got when the traced the constellations of the and turned her attention to the moon. The little dot felt real, cold and dusty. By the time she had turned to look at the dust on her finger she found herself no longer sitting in front of the blanket but on the surface of the moon. There was no wind there was no life here. Just her and the rest of the heavens panted across of her to see. Perhaps the strangest revelation was that she as not longer flesh anymore, but had been reborn into her spiritual self. After all how else could she be here?*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 9:47:35 PM)
Though she had grown up in a desert, and desolate landscapes were familiar to her, even there she had known how to see the signs of life. Here, in the stillness of the moon, she felt almost at home, but there was an alien feel to it as well. Empty, but beautiful. She couldn't explain how this came to be, her mind incapable of tracing the thread of events backward as she knelt down to feel the moon beneath her feet. "Ya'at'eeh, ooljee." She murmurs to the moon, greeting her namesake as she had the owl earlier. Was this how the Changing Ones felt, when they crossed into the shadow of existence? She couldn't know, she had never been blessed with more than the glimpses of spirits who had crossed into the world she knew. She turned her attention across the moonscape, wondering where the celestial guardian resided, having heard tales of things such as Phoebe when others did not think she was paying attention.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 9:56:02 PM)
*The Sun was perhaps the most beautiful object around for her to see. Though it pained her eyes to look at it as like she could see the swirls of orange, red and yellow color. These swirls took shapes and danced along the surface, familiar shapes like that of a man, slowly melding into a bird with miraculous wings. Its was like cloud watching but instead the patterns were on the surface of the sun. It was the bird however that seemed to break free of the sun’s hold on it a phoenix on fire rising in flight headed straight in her direction*

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:01:48 PM)
She squints as she looks that way, bringing up a hand to shade her eyes, finding herself unable to really look away. When the bird broke free, she marveled even more. A creature of living flame? That was something she had heard stories of, as well. There were so many things she had only heard stories about, but few could rival those of the great spirits that served the greatest spirits, incarnae of the celestial realms. A firebird was in many mythos, and like the Thunderbird who guided the sept she lived with, it was of incredible power. And beautiful, how could something be so beautiful? She gasped at the wonder of it all, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:10:03 PM)
*Thought it was silent, the bird appeared larger and larger as it soared over head of her dancing across the sky for her eyes along to bare witness to its new birth. As it moved over head Nascha could feel the heat enveloping her body, but also the bitter cold as it moved away deeper into the celestial landscape. Behind in its wake it left a tear back into the real world where she could pear back down to look upon her body from below. The sight was not pretty. Torn and mangled, lifeless it seemed. Her spirit had been separate from her flesh form. But now she had a choice to make. Either she could stay here in the beautiful universe she now stood in, or choose to go back from there she came forever changed by this experience. There would no doubt be pain in that worth, and tasks to complete, and here she could stay forever safe in enteral beauty and peace. *

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:17:11 PM)
She wipes the tears from her face, peering down at the harsh reality of how she came to be there amongst the celestial realms. She looked back to the beautiful things she stood amongst, and the silence and loneliness that would be her existence if she turned her back away from her duties to the Nation. She remembered the task she had been given, that had taken her out into the swamp so late in the day, and realised that she could not disappoint Grandmother. Pain she knew, and it was horrible, but it was worse still to turn her back on family, to deny that she was part of that world. She closed her eyes, so she didn't have to see what had become of her body, and walked toward that rift, trusting that somehow she would be able to sink back into it and become whole.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:25:20 PM)
*It was just like that. The warmth of her spirit form, melded back into the her cold fleshy body. Life returned to her, in a most painful way. The throbbing of her leg had not gone away, but she could feel arms beneath her arm strong arms pulling her from the earth dragging her from what might have been her grave had someone not intervened. A thick Cajun accent called out to her, the thick darkness of the night making it hard to see. There was not telling how long she had been out* “Nascha, talk to me. Wake up Childe”

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:28:33 PM)
~dine'~ "The moon is a sad place." She groans, trying to make sense of the pain and her experience and just how desolate it had been on that beautiful lunar plain.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:33:50 PM)
*Grandmother Hilma thought the poor girl was so wrecked with pain that she must have gone and lost her mind. Quickly the older Uktena worked to set this all right. Once Nascha was free from the sink hole Hilma did her best to lay her out and inspect her wounds. The pain was about to get a little worse she moved the kinfolk about and pretty much had to snap, pop and prod her leg back into place. She kept conversation up just enough to keep Nascha conscious. Laying her hands on her ward she chanted softly to herself allowing her healing gifts to work on Nascha. She would be alright after all* "Should have come along...You are going to be ok."

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:40:23 PM)
She writhed in agony while Hilma moved her and set her bones, gnashing her teeth and crying as she felt every little pang that shot through her body. When she was healed, she let out a sigh of relief, looking amazed that the elder had done this for her. "Grandmother... It's good to see you. I found the herbs you require." Having no words for thanks, the concept insulting to think that words would ever express it properly, and family naturally doing what they can for one another. She gave the older woman a strong hug, though, grateful in her own way.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:44:51 PM)
*Grandmother Hilma was a strange one in more ways than one. The way she grinned at all of this was almost…odd. Hugging her ward tightly she lightly patted her one the shoulder soon after wards* Oh I am glad you decided to come back childe. You were rather out of it. Lets get those Herbs and get back to the sept now shall we? It will be light in a couple of hours and you are completely covered in mud and dirt. Can you walk?

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:47:29 PM)
She nods, casting her gaze around for her precious walking stick as she moves to stand. She'd learned years ago how to hobble along without it, but it was still important to her.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:49:08 PM)
*Hilma waited behind to make sure that Nascha was going to be ok with movign forward and that she would not stumble and fall to repeat what had happend here. Only when it was clear things were well would she grab her own walking stick and follow her back to Shared Blood.*

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:49:25 PM)
(( I'l go ahead and make the sheet changes. Thats 15 xp :) ))

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:50:59 PM)
[Okay, awesome.]

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:51:50 PM)
As they walked along, Nascha would relate her experience, as best as she could recall, thinking that the elder would understand it better than she had.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 10:55:44 PM)
(( alrighty! changes made on the sheet. I hope you enjoyed I know it was not extreamly native american but I didn't want to butcher anything I knew -so- little about))

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 10:59:02 PM)
[I butcher it all the time. *Chuckles* The thing about not talking about herself, or saying thanks.... Sounds really weird, and may not be an accurate representation of traditional teachings. Since it's only men who learn to be healers, I already threw that completely out the window, heh

SB (Nov 19, 2011 11:00:14 PM)
(( lol I don't know any diffrence. Unless you need something else I think we can call it a scene. Congrats ))

Nascha Ooljee (Nov 19, 2011 11:01:45 PM)
[Danke, no I think I need to grab some dinner and wind down.

SB (Nov 19, 2011 11:02:08 PM)
(( Awesome :) Have a good night))

SB (Nov 19, 2011 11:02:18 PM)
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