Faith was afraid.
Afraid to do this, which she knew she must do. Terrified to discover that which she had to know.
Because, thanks to Vri and his blessing, the young woman already knew. But she did not understand and that was not acceptable. It tormented her, tortured her and Faith had experienced more than enough of that in her short lifetime; no more. So, she had left her office early, her last class of the trial finished and she had made her way to a park just off to the side of the university. She and Padraig walked past this park every trial they walked to work; sometimes, he glanced wistfully at the families playing, but the glance was gone before she was ever sure that she had seen it.
He had set her free.
What she did not understand was her
She had a name. Nardovino. She had memories, but nothing which gave her answers. She needed them. So, Faith made her way to the park and she sat in a quiet spot. Kicking off her shoes, Faith pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs, just feeling the grass beneath her.
Curled up, she prayed to Vri. "Blessed Vri, I beseech you. Let me see with better eyes. I know what they did, but I don't know why. In your name, I ask. Help me to understand my past, for my future. If it is your will."
Calming her breathing, one slow breath at a time, Faith concentrated and prayed. The devoted young woman fell slowly into a meditative trance where she saw, finally, with different eyes and began the slow walk to understanding that which she already knew.
Afraid to do this, which she knew she must do. Terrified to discover that which she had to know.
Because, thanks to Vri and his blessing, the young woman already knew. But she did not understand and that was not acceptable. It tormented her, tortured her and Faith had experienced more than enough of that in her short lifetime; no more. So, she had left her office early, her last class of the trial finished and she had made her way to a park just off to the side of the university. She and Padraig walked past this park every trial they walked to work; sometimes, he glanced wistfully at the families playing, but the glance was gone before she was ever sure that she had seen it.
Past. Present. Future.
Those were what the ribbons would represent which she was collecting for their wedding. Past, present and future, just three ribbons. Padraig was collecting three ropes and the trial before they would braid them together into one cord which would bind one of her hands with one of his. A symbol of what already had been, was and would continue to be. Body. Mind. Soul.
The three parts of the wedding they were planning. Union of body, of mind and of soul. They already had that, all that it entailed. There was no doubt to her that this wedding was a symbol of what already was. Past, present and future, body, mind and soul. That was them and it was who they were. She understood them. Gestalt, greater than the sum of their parts. More together than they were separately, she knew that it was true of them both. They enhanced each other. He had set her free.
Moseke, Vri, Famula.
Death. So much of her life had been about death and it still was. Like the changes in her, though, the changes in her focus were subtle and incredibly important. Because she was still focused on that, but these trials she was, as Vri had said to her, life and death and all the in between. Past, present, future. Body, mind, soul. They were all one thing and she was starting to understand them. What she did not understand was her
She had a name. Nardovino. She had memories, but nothing which gave her answers. She needed them. So, Faith made her way to the park and she sat in a quiet spot. Kicking off her shoes, Faith pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs, just feeling the grass beneath her.
Curled up, she prayed to Vri. "Blessed Vri, I beseech you. Let me see with better eyes. I know what they did, but I don't know why. In your name, I ask. Help me to understand my past, for my future. If it is your will."
Calming her breathing, one slow breath at a time, Faith concentrated and prayed. The devoted young woman fell slowly into a meditative trance where she saw, finally, with different eyes and began the slow walk to understanding that which she already knew.
