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Nytia:
For the past couple of weeks, Nytia had been wandering in a sea of conflicting emotions upon this land where she had been born. She was a part of this island from birth, but her mother-land was not warm and comforting. This land had caused her much pain, and she did not expect the island to welcome her back...yet she felt neither afraid nor at peace. The island was reserving judgement of her for another day.
Gweanna's request come at a surprise, for she had expected the priestess to never have question to her abilities in listening to the promptings of nature in the sphere of omen-reading by the birds. She gazed into the sky and remembered these creatures from her youth...seeing them free upon the wind and wishing that she were one of them to fly the confines of her restricted abode. Yet these birds were not speaking of far away paradises and clear-running springs, or oaks most ancient...their message was frightful to behold!
"I see them, Mother Gweanna, and they speak to me as they have spoken to you, though you are not sure as to what you see...or maybe your hope is founded upon a more positive outcome than the one they share with us...for truely these birds of color warn us that our venture is accursed by a challenge that will come swiftly and harsh."
Nytia looked into her matron's eyes, fear already swelling into them for the safety of her friends...rather, family.
[ 04-04-2006, 12:39 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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