7th Ashan, 717
As Tei'serin left the school for the trial, she planned to head right home so she could begin the task of grading the spelling test she had just given her students. But she was distracted by strains of beautiful music traveling on the pleasant breeze. Wanting to hear more of the song, Tei'serin followed her ears to the Old Sow's Ear. Normally, she avoided the tavern like the plague. She didn't approve of people drinking themselves stupid to begin with. And she had personal reasons to avoid the popular tavern. Tedrik spent a great deal of his time in the Old Sow's Ear when he was in Treth, and Tei'serin had good reason to never want to see him again. Jared worked there as a bouncer, and although he was nowhere near as bad as Tedrik, Tei'serin would be happy to avoid him for the rest of her life, too. But the music was too pretty to ignore, so after a few trills of hesitation, she slipped inside to listen.
A Sev'ryn woman stood in the corner of the tavern, playing a wistful song on her fiddle. The woman looked to be a few arcs older than Tei'serin. She noticed Tei'serin listening to her, and smiled as she played. When she finished her song, the woman approached Tei'serin with a welcoming smile.
"You don't usually set foot in the tavern unless someone needs the help of the local herbalist. What brings you here now?"
Tei'serin smiled shyly.
"Your music. That was a very beautiful song."
"Thank you. Do you have some time to talk? I'm due for a break, and it would be nice to talk to another Sev'ryn. I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. My name is Tar'isa."
"I'm Tei'serin."
Tar'isa led Tei'serin out of the tavern so they could talk more freely. Tei'serin wasn't especially good at small talk. She was wary of strangers, and despite having lived here most of her life, she had been kept very isolated. Making friends didn't come easily to her. But Tar'isa was a Sev'ryn, and as such, a connection to her mother's people. Tei'serin hoped that in speaking to the older woman, she would be able to learn more about her people.
"Have you lived here in Treth for long?" Tei'serin asked politely.
She couldn't remember having seen Tar'isa before, but she rarely went to the tavern, so she might not have. Tar'isa smiled.
"You could say that. I came to Treth in search of my familiar, Ter. And I fell in love with this place, so once I found him, I decided to stay. I've lived here for several arcs now. But don't feel bad if you haven't seen me before. I don't have any children, and I'm quite healthy, thank Moseke. I haven't needed your services as an herbalist yet." she said with a gentle laugh.
Tei'serin blushed. They lived in such a small village that it seemed silly that she wouldn't have seen the woman around before. And yet...it wasn't impossible either. She rarely had reason to go to the tavern, and unless she was tending to a patient, doing something school related, or attending a festival, she was usually at home. Thorin made certain of that. Questions swirled around her mind, and she burned with curiosity. But Tei'serin didn't want to be rude, so she hesitated to ask.
"You're curious about Ter, aren't you?" she asked with a light laugh.
Tei'serin started. Then she flushed a deeper shade of red. Was she really that obvious?
"I don't mind. Ask me anything you want."
"You said that he is your familiar. What...how...I mean..."
Tar'isa chuckled.
"Have you ever been to Desnind?"
The seemingly random question caught Tei'serin off guard. She wasn't sure what it had to do with anything, but she shook her head.
"I want to go some day, but I've never been there."
Tar'isa nodded.
"I thought as much. Had you grown up in Desnind, you would know that every full blooded Sev'ryn has a familiar. Some half Sev'ryn do as well, but not all of them do, and it is harder for them to meet and find their familiar even if they have one. These familiars are called Ose-bori, which means half ghost in our language. They are the other halves of our souls."
Tei'serin blinked, startled. The idea that she had a familiar out there somewhere was a fascinating one. She said the word Ose-bori a few times quietly, trying to get the pronunciation right as well as committing the word to memory.
"Does that mean that I have a familiar, too? You said that you came here in search of your familiar...your Ose-bori. How can I find mine if I have one? Where would I even start looking?"
"Yes, you do. Our Ose-bori begin calling out to us in our dreams when they sense that we are ready to meet them. They never come to us. And if we do seek them out, we must earn their trust, and prove that we are worthy of them before they will accept us. But if we can manage that, it is truly worth any effort we make to gain their trust. If you do bond to your Ose-bori, a mark will appear on your body somewhere. It looks something like a tattoo, but is raised slightly. And it will represent your Ose-bori in some way."
Tar'isa paused to roll up the sleeve covering her right arm. Tei'serin saw what looked to be a black feather tattoo on her upper right arm. A mark like that would have deep meaning for the person who was marked. It made her feel self conscious about her own tattoos. All but one were marks of Thorin's control over her. He had forced them on her at his whim. Some were done as punishments over the arcs while others were reminders of just who was in control of her life. Only one tattoo, the one her mother gave her when she was a baby held any positive meaning for her.
"I hope I can find my Ose-bori some day. You said that they call to us in our dreams when we are ready...how do we know that they are calling us? I mean, dreams are just...dreams."
"You just know. When you are ready to receive the dreams, you will know them for what they are. Not every Sev'ryn seeks their Ose-bori out when the dreams come. But not doing so comes at a potential price. If you do not follow your dreams, and bond to your Ose-bori, and they die...the consequences are severe indeed. Should that happen, you will feel the pain of losing your other half for the rest of your life. Most people who suffer that pain retreat into their own minds, surviving as best they can until they follow the part of themselves that has been lost."
Tei'serin shuddered. She decided then and there that if she ever did dream of her Ose-bori, she would follow those dreams no matter what the consequences.
As Tei'serin left the school for the trial, she planned to head right home so she could begin the task of grading the spelling test she had just given her students. But she was distracted by strains of beautiful music traveling on the pleasant breeze. Wanting to hear more of the song, Tei'serin followed her ears to the Old Sow's Ear. Normally, she avoided the tavern like the plague. She didn't approve of people drinking themselves stupid to begin with. And she had personal reasons to avoid the popular tavern. Tedrik spent a great deal of his time in the Old Sow's Ear when he was in Treth, and Tei'serin had good reason to never want to see him again. Jared worked there as a bouncer, and although he was nowhere near as bad as Tedrik, Tei'serin would be happy to avoid him for the rest of her life, too. But the music was too pretty to ignore, so after a few trills of hesitation, she slipped inside to listen.
A Sev'ryn woman stood in the corner of the tavern, playing a wistful song on her fiddle. The woman looked to be a few arcs older than Tei'serin. She noticed Tei'serin listening to her, and smiled as she played. When she finished her song, the woman approached Tei'serin with a welcoming smile.
"You don't usually set foot in the tavern unless someone needs the help of the local herbalist. What brings you here now?"
Tei'serin smiled shyly.
"Your music. That was a very beautiful song."
"Thank you. Do you have some time to talk? I'm due for a break, and it would be nice to talk to another Sev'ryn. I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. My name is Tar'isa."
"I'm Tei'serin."
Tar'isa led Tei'serin out of the tavern so they could talk more freely. Tei'serin wasn't especially good at small talk. She was wary of strangers, and despite having lived here most of her life, she had been kept very isolated. Making friends didn't come easily to her. But Tar'isa was a Sev'ryn, and as such, a connection to her mother's people. Tei'serin hoped that in speaking to the older woman, she would be able to learn more about her people.
"Have you lived here in Treth for long?" Tei'serin asked politely.
She couldn't remember having seen Tar'isa before, but she rarely went to the tavern, so she might not have. Tar'isa smiled.
"You could say that. I came to Treth in search of my familiar, Ter. And I fell in love with this place, so once I found him, I decided to stay. I've lived here for several arcs now. But don't feel bad if you haven't seen me before. I don't have any children, and I'm quite healthy, thank Moseke. I haven't needed your services as an herbalist yet." she said with a gentle laugh.
Tei'serin blushed. They lived in such a small village that it seemed silly that she wouldn't have seen the woman around before. And yet...it wasn't impossible either. She rarely had reason to go to the tavern, and unless she was tending to a patient, doing something school related, or attending a festival, she was usually at home. Thorin made certain of that. Questions swirled around her mind, and she burned with curiosity. But Tei'serin didn't want to be rude, so she hesitated to ask.
"You're curious about Ter, aren't you?" she asked with a light laugh.
Tei'serin started. Then she flushed a deeper shade of red. Was she really that obvious?
"I don't mind. Ask me anything you want."
"You said that he is your familiar. What...how...I mean..."
Tar'isa chuckled.
"Have you ever been to Desnind?"
The seemingly random question caught Tei'serin off guard. She wasn't sure what it had to do with anything, but she shook her head.
"I want to go some day, but I've never been there."
Tar'isa nodded.
"I thought as much. Had you grown up in Desnind, you would know that every full blooded Sev'ryn has a familiar. Some half Sev'ryn do as well, but not all of them do, and it is harder for them to meet and find their familiar even if they have one. These familiars are called Ose-bori, which means half ghost in our language. They are the other halves of our souls."
Tei'serin blinked, startled. The idea that she had a familiar out there somewhere was a fascinating one. She said the word Ose-bori a few times quietly, trying to get the pronunciation right as well as committing the word to memory.
"Does that mean that I have a familiar, too? You said that you came here in search of your familiar...your Ose-bori. How can I find mine if I have one? Where would I even start looking?"
"Yes, you do. Our Ose-bori begin calling out to us in our dreams when they sense that we are ready to meet them. They never come to us. And if we do seek them out, we must earn their trust, and prove that we are worthy of them before they will accept us. But if we can manage that, it is truly worth any effort we make to gain their trust. If you do bond to your Ose-bori, a mark will appear on your body somewhere. It looks something like a tattoo, but is raised slightly. And it will represent your Ose-bori in some way."
Tar'isa paused to roll up the sleeve covering her right arm. Tei'serin saw what looked to be a black feather tattoo on her upper right arm. A mark like that would have deep meaning for the person who was marked. It made her feel self conscious about her own tattoos. All but one were marks of Thorin's control over her. He had forced them on her at his whim. Some were done as punishments over the arcs while others were reminders of just who was in control of her life. Only one tattoo, the one her mother gave her when she was a baby held any positive meaning for her.
"I hope I can find my Ose-bori some day. You said that they call to us in our dreams when we are ready...how do we know that they are calling us? I mean, dreams are just...dreams."
"You just know. When you are ready to receive the dreams, you will know them for what they are. Not every Sev'ryn seeks their Ose-bori out when the dreams come. But not doing so comes at a potential price. If you do not follow your dreams, and bond to your Ose-bori, and they die...the consequences are severe indeed. Should that happen, you will feel the pain of losing your other half for the rest of your life. Most people who suffer that pain retreat into their own minds, surviving as best they can until they follow the part of themselves that has been lost."
Tei'serin shuddered. She decided then and there that if she ever did dream of her Ose-bori, she would follow those dreams no matter what the consequences.