Xanthea
Common
8th Trial of Ashan, Arc 718
Fuma felt the buzzing before he even got out of his cot. The nagging sensation of a gnat's wings against his ear. It was tantalizingly close, he could almost hear Fly's voice, but not quite. His guardian spirit had yet to extend its bond to him. This did not deflect his interest in seeking out Fly's wisdom. Far from it. Its reticence signalled that this was a powerful spirit, one that was not eager to bond with any one Sev'ryn. One that was patient. Fuma was excited to meet it. But that day most likely was not today, for he had business to attend to.
He caught wind of suffering in the healing halls and huts of the wise. He could barely hear it over the din of the forest, the breeze through the branches and leaves and new growth. After the buzzing that awoke him from his dreams, he heard people passing by in the street. The word was that children were getting ill across the city. It was an intriguing development, and an exciting one. That Lisirra would bless the city proper was a momentous sign. Perhaps their lady was finally returning where she belonged, to show her true people the way of enlightenment.
For Fuma's part, he only wished to serve his Immortal's whims. After readying himself for a day about the town, he gathered some fabrics he'd been working on recently. Just some small swatches of cloth. He was not yet ready to operate the loom at his place of work, and so had to make do with hand-weaving his simple jute cloth. He was patient, however. The time would come soon when his master would allow him to work on a complete garment, however humble it might be.
Anyway, these swatches he gathered up. He was sure the children would find them a comfort in their illness.
He walked along the path, barefoot and wearing a simple black robe of ramie cloth, and no shoes. The dirt was pleasantly moist with the early thaw of the season, after the long dark of Cylus. Life was springing up all around him again, slowly but surely. Just as decay gave way to death and rot, so too would this growth grow old and nourish the maggots.
He grasped the amber fossil at his neck. Inside it, he could almost feel the suspended motions of the maggot trapped within it.
After moving for some time, he heard the sounds of multiple children coughing and hacking. Transposed over the din of their illness, the soothing sounds of a wise woman. He entered unbidden, as was customary within Desnind. Visitors were often welcomed with open arms in a home, place of business, or house of worship. As long as the entrant came with good intentions. And Fuma did come in the best of intentions. Seeking to sooth the children through meditation, the application of those swatches to cover their mouths and catch the spirits that were causing the disease within their fibers.
He nodded to the wise woman with a bow, as he entered her hut. "With permission, miss, I would like to help these children however I can."
The wise woman shrugged with a smile and gestured toward the three children who were there gathered. Fuma knelt beside the cots of one of these children, and handed out all of the swatches to one of them, allowing that they could pass one onto their fellow sufferers. "Blessings on you, my children. Will you join me in a moment of silent prayer for the sake of your illness?"
He caught wind of suffering in the healing halls and huts of the wise. He could barely hear it over the din of the forest, the breeze through the branches and leaves and new growth. After the buzzing that awoke him from his dreams, he heard people passing by in the street. The word was that children were getting ill across the city. It was an intriguing development, and an exciting one. That Lisirra would bless the city proper was a momentous sign. Perhaps their lady was finally returning where she belonged, to show her true people the way of enlightenment.
For Fuma's part, he only wished to serve his Immortal's whims. After readying himself for a day about the town, he gathered some fabrics he'd been working on recently. Just some small swatches of cloth. He was not yet ready to operate the loom at his place of work, and so had to make do with hand-weaving his simple jute cloth. He was patient, however. The time would come soon when his master would allow him to work on a complete garment, however humble it might be.
Anyway, these swatches he gathered up. He was sure the children would find them a comfort in their illness.
He walked along the path, barefoot and wearing a simple black robe of ramie cloth, and no shoes. The dirt was pleasantly moist with the early thaw of the season, after the long dark of Cylus. Life was springing up all around him again, slowly but surely. Just as decay gave way to death and rot, so too would this growth grow old and nourish the maggots.
He grasped the amber fossil at his neck. Inside it, he could almost feel the suspended motions of the maggot trapped within it.
After moving for some time, he heard the sounds of multiple children coughing and hacking. Transposed over the din of their illness, the soothing sounds of a wise woman. He entered unbidden, as was customary within Desnind. Visitors were often welcomed with open arms in a home, place of business, or house of worship. As long as the entrant came with good intentions. And Fuma did come in the best of intentions. Seeking to sooth the children through meditation, the application of those swatches to cover their mouths and catch the spirits that were causing the disease within their fibers.
He nodded to the wise woman with a bow, as he entered her hut. "With permission, miss, I would like to help these children however I can."
The wise woman shrugged with a smile and gestured toward the three children who were there gathered. Fuma knelt beside the cots of one of these children, and handed out all of the swatches to one of them, allowing that they could pass one onto their fellow sufferers. "Blessings on you, my children. Will you join me in a moment of silent prayer for the sake of your illness?"
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