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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 5:11 pm
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From tea to clouds to the last night's dreams, everything seemed to suggest that today would be a day for bringing back more of the oddments, scrolls, and gifts she'd collected over the decade. Most would likely go into the Temple fires, offerings to Death in honor of those dead. There was much in the ritual to soothe those great losses, it held purpose. Recently, certain human customs revolving around death were met with new eyes and thought on Sindri's part. The loss of home and family and friends had sparked many such revelations, collected and picked over much the same as ancient manuscripts and intriguing totems.
This time, instead of getting a fat pony beast from Halloween's stables, Sindri had opted for a very small one. Much closer to the label of minipet than her previous. Weighted down with trunks and bags, the crafter appeared to be walking beside a small, mobile mountain of luggage, which she talked to from time to time. "I don't believe you'll die today, my friend, but without anything blue upon your person, I have my doubts you'll survive the trip back. It is to be hoped," She went on generously, "that the end of your existence is suitably exiting."
The tower loomed in the distance, massive and yet still much smaller than what was to be found within.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 8:15 pm
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Shaggy and wrapped in piecemeal bits of this and that, Ollie was older than the last time he'd seen Sindri -- and yet, even older, there was still baby-chub around the edges of his face, his eyes too big, his expression bright and young. These were the things that would probably make it so that the older girl recognized him, even dirty and unkempt as he was.
"Sindri!" And his voice, of course, a healthy dose of optimism and excitement that came with a too-wide flash of a smile as he swiped hair back out of his face. For as long as it had been, her name came to him easily, familiar and comfortable. It could have been a week, instead of the decades it was.
"What are you doing?" Where had he come from? A pile of assorted rubbish on the ground that took on life as she got close enough to greet, dark face in dark clothes, even the white mark down his nose darkened with dirt. He might just start the pony.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 4:20 pm
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At least Sindri wasn't too much taller than him; Ollie didn't have to trot to keep up, for once, and could instead huddle down into his bundles of ratty clothing, head cocked to one side, and just trail along beside her. Head cocked in enrapt curiosity that faded, slowly, to boredom. He was interested, sure. He just lacked the patience.
The oasis was a relief. Brightened his eyes and straightened his spine and he immediately, thoughtlessly, began to strip down layers. "Did you do this?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:50 am
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Not to be showed up in the observance of a ritual, Sindri performed it again, this time adding small bows and strange gestures. "On my first great journey, I came home and a sense of ill-fitting dissatisfaction burdened my return. I went to the Black Shores and considered the waves, ushered by winds that had traveled worlds to crash upon out island. Where earth and sea and sky did meet, I asked to be relieved of the ill spirit that denied me a true homecoming."
Her gestures turned grand, pleading eloquently to the elements. She also ended up splashing Ollie quite thoroughly in the process. "I waited three day and three nights, and as my hope faded, a great creature was washed ashore. It was a turtle of the True World, only recently expired. Upon its back was a grand shell, and so I decided to make a beautiful bowl of it, for if answers are not provided, a lovely and well-crafted piece is enough to justify my days. But my question had not, in fact gone unanswered, for the first thing I saw when I filled my new bowl with water...was this very ritual."
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