At first she was duly unaware both of what had truly taken place, as well as what was to come next. Before she could process a thought on either topic, her eyes began to adjust, and with the clarity she found, all thought ceased. She stood perplexed. Avidly focused on the wonder unfolding before her eyes. Unaware of herself, she had waded to a waist high level in the glassy waters of the pool. Yet by some magic, no ripple had stirred, as she slowly but stoutly broke the waters glassy surface. Her thin, yet lightly clothed body, seemed to slide into the water effortlessly, and with no resistance. Against the bitter temperatures of the place, and of the waters themselves, the thin cotton of her sleeping dress was barely any kind of barrier against the murky cold of the darkened chamber. Let alone the freezing waters of this forbidden lake. If her situation did not improve, it would begin to take it’s toll on her without wasting much time at all. This was a very pptently magical place, after all. What had she expected?
The boy sat cross legged. His smoky composure a shifting mirage on the surface of the lake. She had come up rather near him now, and as he loomed, folding upon himself again and again. The room woke round him. With him. From him. With a brilliant display, of terrifying illumination, that nearly blinded her for a second time. His mouth crept open, and as it did, a fiercely brilliant light poured forth. Almost leapt from of every darkened fold, and layer of his smoking composition, his appearance in itself seemed a living creature. Of shadow and mist, light and dark. With this brilliance that came to and from every direction, a low rumbling sound. No, a note. Pitched from the nethermost regions of his being. Rang out, calling directly to her soul. Softly at first, yet deeply throated, and heavily bound to the room that held it. As if spoken, yet simultaneously hymned by a thousand voices, alongside the visible one that lay before her. Quickly the notes began to tremble, to resonate with a precision that dulled the senses, yet immensely inside the dank and earthen walls of this unknown fortress, deep beneath the mountain. A fortress of formidable strength in it’s own right. That sound pierced her to the core. Breathing new life into her, with the thrust of rhythm.As the reverberations bounced feverishly around the room, like so many bouncing balls, in an endlessly moving box. The vibrations slowly reached into her chest, working their way, with fingers like needles, into every niche of her soul. They soaked and stabbed through every inch of her. Traversing at lightening speed her entire being. Softly separating her, from the self she had always known herself to be, and creating within her, a new awareness. The acute awareness of the self, that she had always felt herself to be so close to grasping. With the crisp, yet fluid opening of this internal door. The blackest of visions swallowed her, like the final speck of light, in a total, encompassing darkness.
(this is the initial encounter with the sea priestess. She will serve to be a rather large roll in this story of mine. A sort of female, Merlin figure, enchanter and counselor, hand of the god, and seer of truths. Yet unlike the Merlin, she is woman. And in woman i can paint a complete picture of the psychic figure. For a man lacks one of the three main points of which it takes for complete oracular connection.}but that’s just me, have a gnarly day. It’s raining here. and I truly love the rain. More to come. but not to much, I will only be posting character encounters, and some other things, that I would like feed back on, or just like to share. So keep your eyes peeled if you like what your seeing, and please, please. Good or Bad, positive or negative, love or hate, give me some feedback!