3. The Seeress

The Seeress

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    Character: Valya’neekuva Quenuva’Maranwe
    Login: MarkOfCaine

    The pretty elven girl looked down at her lap, at the cloth held in her hands. The faint aura of her blood faded, leaving her once again staring at a blank space in her vision. It had been a particularly difficult Seeing. The old elf she had been taken to see was dying, and much sooner than he had imagined when he had asked the Priestesses to seek Sehanine’s guidance for his future.

    You see what the Goddess wishes you to see. You Speak what you must unless asked, if asked you Speak what you see.

    She had done the best she could. She knew in his heart he did not want to know of his coming death, and yet he had asked her to speak the Destiny she saw in the myriad glow of his aura. He wished to know which of two women to become lovers with to best produce an heir. She had looked at both women, but both had declined to hear her Speak their future. It would look like weakness to the other to admit to fear of their position with the merchant venturer.

    Though you must Speak when asked. What you say is between you and the Goddess

    He had asked her to speak and she had told him everything she had seen.

    “The younger woman loves you dearly. She will bring you no great fortune, but it is not fortune you seek. The older will bring you good fortune for the duration of your life, but her love for you will not last beyond the next wealthy man she meets. If you take her as a lover you will whither under her lack of her love and perish as a weed in a well tended garden. If you take the younger woman she will bear you a son within the year and you will die in your bed, a happy man.”

    Rarely was her vision so clear. Sehanine, the Misty Seer, was not given to telling things in simple words. Riddles, puzzles, enigma’s and half truths were her remit. Yet this reading, though it cost her much pain in the eyes could not have been clearer to her. As a weed in a well-tended garden she had seen the woman apply the poison to his fork before an evening meal, perhaps not this year, hard to tell timings in visions, but within two. And she had seen his son. A good lad by the visions symbols, but she saw also that the effort of conceiving him on his new bride would stretch a weakened heart beyond repair and he would die, sated, in her arms.

    There is truth and there is perception. In the Seeing of Sehanine’s Truth’s perception is everything.

    She returned with her companion to the temple, the streets of Evereska bustling as always, yet parting for her, as was only proper to her status. She watched the throng of life around her, the to and fro of elven kind about the simple business of life. Some things she envied them. She had been told her hair had gone grey the day her eyes filmed with the Goddess’ Vision, she could not discern colour in such things any more, and it was vanity to think it mattered, yet she had always liked her hair as a child. She had liked to read too, and that was now beyond her. She often barked her shins on things, and had last month managed to miscount a step in the refectory and fallen to her face. The cut she had healed by Sehanine’s grace, but she still rebuked herself her lack of concentration.

    Once the trip to Narfell started she would have no room for such errors or she would end up dead. A difficult journey for those with proper vision.

    Your own Destiny is the hardest to see. Trust to Sehanine and do as she Bids

    She had dreamed the journey, enough glimpses and clues to have determined with the help of the Priestesses the destination she must seek. She had seen glimpses of an elven community there. It seemed to her reading of her dreams that Sehanine saw a need for her there, and so she would travel there and see what her Destiny held.
    The Priestesses of Sehanine Moonbow travelled rarely, and Seeresses even less often. Yet she must heed the call. A companion priestess would go with her to the borders of Narfell, but from there she would have to make her way on her own, as the visions dictated until the call to return to Evereska came, or didn’t at the Goddesses will. She was afraid, but she would trust in the will of her Goddess, would walk the path laid before her, and see where the Fates may lead.


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