Ymiden 1 Arc 719
The young shaman had gone to sleep the darkening before making plans for the season which was about to come upon them. It was Ymiden and as he did every arc he would return to Alivilda for the trials of the Hesterfor. Unfortunately his dreams were no were near as pleasant as his bedtime thoughts had been. The world itself intruded upon his dreams and he watched.
Jasper wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he watched, but it wasn’t pleasant, and he awoke in a cold sweet gasping. His hair was plastered to his forehead from all of his sweet, and the sheet clung to his naked form damp. His blanket had been kicked to the ground a long time earlier and Jasper looked at it. It appeared forlorn and alone just as he felt inside at the moment.
Oh so many things were wrong, he could feel it. Something had been ripped out of him some connection to the universe at large. It was then as he was breathing deeply that he suddenly realized that he had no ether it was gone and the part of his soul that was forged to his spark was starving. Jasper ripped the sheets off of him and jumped out of bed. He felt himself beginning to panic. What was he to do, he needed the Ether, it was critical to his being. How could he do his magic if he couldn’t feed it, feed himself even.
The other part of Jaspers soul then brought him up short. He stood for a moment half bent over with his arms resting on his knees. He struggled as the spark in him continued to panic, but that wasn’t the whole of him, he was Jasper Rel Ardeichy, son of his parents and descend of Alivilda. He was there breathing having gained control of himself. He then shook his head and gave a half laugh at himself. He was sure he was a hilarious sight. He stood up and thought, well, it is almost dawn and all aspects of me are starving.
He was half way dressed when he heard the pounding on his door. Securing his breaches and shirt in hand he raised to the front door where the banging was occurring. His bare feet slapped the polished wood floors and he traversed the distance between his room and the front door. He pulled open the front door to find a small crowd of people. All of them were the family and children of the people who worked in house Veldaris. Standing front and center was the matronly Gredal Clarina, wife of the head cook, behind her where others from the house hold. There was the house keepers husband and twin daughters, and the list when on. These were the family members who weren’t required to be there before dawn.
Jasper paused and smiled down at the crowd avoiding shivering. The air despite being Ymiden was crisp, fresh and chilly especially for someone shirtless and still damp from his own sweet. That was only part of what made him want to shiver the gaze of crowd was looking up at him imploringly. He realized at that moment that he wasn’t alone in his nighttime visitations. These people had also seen and they had come to find the nearest source of comfort
“Holy One.” The normally indomitable Gredal said in a shaking voice. Jasper smiled comfortingly at her and still holding his shirt took a step down and put a hand to the woman’s check.
“I know of your dream.” Jasper said “I to have shared it.” He said and then put his other hand on a man’s shoulder. “You are right to worry for those meddling Immortals have once again tried to toy with our lives.” His smile was firm but kind, his own conviction speaking out. “We have the spirits though, and there wisdom is deep and eternal.” There was still fear in their eyes and Jasper didn’t want to remove that, but there was also a sense of trust, a trust in the spirits who had guided and protected them. “Once I am dressed I will join my brothers and sisters and we will commune with the spirits.”
“What can we do?” Gredal asked.
“Go to the shrines and honor the spirits.” Jasper said. “Let the songs of praises fill the air.” The crowded looked at head other and nodded like they should have thought about this. Jasper smiled fondly at them though he felt a twinge of sadness. In Alivilda this crowd would have gone straight to the shrines. He was sure that even now his parents, brothers, uncles, aunts, cousins were already singing of the glories of the Dark Mother.
He stood and watches as these worldly people left, offering their thanks for his simple comfort. Once they had all left Jasper raced back in to finish getting dressed. All of the Aesir would be gathering, and he needed to be there.
The young shaman had gone to sleep the darkening before making plans for the season which was about to come upon them. It was Ymiden and as he did every arc he would return to Alivilda for the trials of the Hesterfor. Unfortunately his dreams were no were near as pleasant as his bedtime thoughts had been. The world itself intruded upon his dreams and he watched.
Jasper wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he watched, but it wasn’t pleasant, and he awoke in a cold sweet gasping. His hair was plastered to his forehead from all of his sweet, and the sheet clung to his naked form damp. His blanket had been kicked to the ground a long time earlier and Jasper looked at it. It appeared forlorn and alone just as he felt inside at the moment.
Oh so many things were wrong, he could feel it. Something had been ripped out of him some connection to the universe at large. It was then as he was breathing deeply that he suddenly realized that he had no ether it was gone and the part of his soul that was forged to his spark was starving. Jasper ripped the sheets off of him and jumped out of bed. He felt himself beginning to panic. What was he to do, he needed the Ether, it was critical to his being. How could he do his magic if he couldn’t feed it, feed himself even.
The other part of Jaspers soul then brought him up short. He stood for a moment half bent over with his arms resting on his knees. He struggled as the spark in him continued to panic, but that wasn’t the whole of him, he was Jasper Rel Ardeichy, son of his parents and descend of Alivilda. He was there breathing having gained control of himself. He then shook his head and gave a half laugh at himself. He was sure he was a hilarious sight. He stood up and thought, well, it is almost dawn and all aspects of me are starving.
He was half way dressed when he heard the pounding on his door. Securing his breaches and shirt in hand he raised to the front door where the banging was occurring. His bare feet slapped the polished wood floors and he traversed the distance between his room and the front door. He pulled open the front door to find a small crowd of people. All of them were the family and children of the people who worked in house Veldaris. Standing front and center was the matronly Gredal Clarina, wife of the head cook, behind her where others from the house hold. There was the house keepers husband and twin daughters, and the list when on. These were the family members who weren’t required to be there before dawn.
Jasper paused and smiled down at the crowd avoiding shivering. The air despite being Ymiden was crisp, fresh and chilly especially for someone shirtless and still damp from his own sweet. That was only part of what made him want to shiver the gaze of crowd was looking up at him imploringly. He realized at that moment that he wasn’t alone in his nighttime visitations. These people had also seen and they had come to find the nearest source of comfort
“Holy One.” The normally indomitable Gredal said in a shaking voice. Jasper smiled comfortingly at her and still holding his shirt took a step down and put a hand to the woman’s check.
“I know of your dream.” Jasper said “I to have shared it.” He said and then put his other hand on a man’s shoulder. “You are right to worry for those meddling Immortals have once again tried to toy with our lives.” His smile was firm but kind, his own conviction speaking out. “We have the spirits though, and there wisdom is deep and eternal.” There was still fear in their eyes and Jasper didn’t want to remove that, but there was also a sense of trust, a trust in the spirits who had guided and protected them. “Once I am dressed I will join my brothers and sisters and we will commune with the spirits.”
“What can we do?” Gredal asked.
“Go to the shrines and honor the spirits.” Jasper said. “Let the songs of praises fill the air.” The crowded looked at head other and nodded like they should have thought about this. Jasper smiled fondly at them though he felt a twinge of sadness. In Alivilda this crowd would have gone straight to the shrines. He was sure that even now his parents, brothers, uncles, aunts, cousins were already singing of the glories of the Dark Mother.
He stood and watches as these worldly people left, offering their thanks for his simple comfort. Once they had all left Jasper raced back in to finish getting dressed. All of the Aesir would be gathering, and he needed to be there.
