Post by Lady Ashina Mal'orhe Kansior on Mar 26, 2004 17:29:41 GMT -5
Hurriedly, Sheila dressed Ashina and then curtsied before exiting the room. She knew that her mistress had little patience to get this day started, and, dressing was nothing more than a bother at the moment. The maid chuckled to herself, realizing that if she hadn't made haste, her mistress probably would have harried off to the herb room in nothing more than her chemise.
No more thoughts of the maid entered her mind as Ashina exited her room. She was determined and once her mind was set on a course of action she rarely deterred from it. Her soft, doeskin slippers made no sound upon the plush carpets that lined the hallway as she made her way quickly to the awaiting herb room. Everything was in preparation.
Three weeks before she had asked the blacksmith to prepare a set of special amulets for her. As the empire grew, she would no doubt need more, but, for the time being, one was enough. She had anticipated this event since it had first occurred to her to try it, and, she had studied the spell over and over again to make sure that her first attempt would work. If she failed, there was the possability that she could be lost between the planes of existance that made up the living and the dead.
Briefly, she paused outside of the room that was her destination. Long ago, Kahlan had set aside this room as a special gift for Ashina. It was not an enourmously huge chamber, but it suited her purposes. Inhaling deeply, she placed her hand upon the knob and turned it. Pulling slightly, the door swung open and Ashina peered within as if for the first time.
Papers and books filled with spells lined a desk in the far corner and the wall to wall bookcases held shelves full of books that related to all things magick. A potted rowan tree stood off to one side of the desk, and in the center of the room was a table with shelves that held vials full of herbs and liquids that were used to perform various rituals and spells along with healing. To her left, along the one wall that held no bookcases stood various bins filled with spices and flowers and other plants that were used to make the liquids that the village folk used to heal themselves after clumsy accidents and minor mishaps.
None of this drew the eye of Ashina however. Her entire being was focused upon the amulet that hung suspended by her magick in thin air. It was made from the purest of silver and a small rowan tree had been emblazoned upon the front of it. On the back was a name. It was hers of course, but not the one that she was called by all who knew her. It was her magick name, that the Goddess Gaia had given her upon her completion of study with the Druids of the Isle of Skye.
A small smile and then Ashina moved forth, palm outstretched. The amulet descended to rest in her hand, the chain dangling to the floor, and the metal was suprisingly warm to the touch, as if she had held it close to her heart for so very long.
Then again...perhaps she had. She had only to cast the spell now, and she would be eternally linked to the one who would own it....
(To Be Continued....)
No more thoughts of the maid entered her mind as Ashina exited her room. She was determined and once her mind was set on a course of action she rarely deterred from it. Her soft, doeskin slippers made no sound upon the plush carpets that lined the hallway as she made her way quickly to the awaiting herb room. Everything was in preparation.
Three weeks before she had asked the blacksmith to prepare a set of special amulets for her. As the empire grew, she would no doubt need more, but, for the time being, one was enough. She had anticipated this event since it had first occurred to her to try it, and, she had studied the spell over and over again to make sure that her first attempt would work. If she failed, there was the possability that she could be lost between the planes of existance that made up the living and the dead.
Briefly, she paused outside of the room that was her destination. Long ago, Kahlan had set aside this room as a special gift for Ashina. It was not an enourmously huge chamber, but it suited her purposes. Inhaling deeply, she placed her hand upon the knob and turned it. Pulling slightly, the door swung open and Ashina peered within as if for the first time.
Papers and books filled with spells lined a desk in the far corner and the wall to wall bookcases held shelves full of books that related to all things magick. A potted rowan tree stood off to one side of the desk, and in the center of the room was a table with shelves that held vials full of herbs and liquids that were used to perform various rituals and spells along with healing. To her left, along the one wall that held no bookcases stood various bins filled with spices and flowers and other plants that were used to make the liquids that the village folk used to heal themselves after clumsy accidents and minor mishaps.
None of this drew the eye of Ashina however. Her entire being was focused upon the amulet that hung suspended by her magick in thin air. It was made from the purest of silver and a small rowan tree had been emblazoned upon the front of it. On the back was a name. It was hers of course, but not the one that she was called by all who knew her. It was her magick name, that the Goddess Gaia had given her upon her completion of study with the Druids of the Isle of Skye.
A small smile and then Ashina moved forth, palm outstretched. The amulet descended to rest in her hand, the chain dangling to the floor, and the metal was suprisingly warm to the touch, as if she had held it close to her heart for so very long.
Then again...perhaps she had. She had only to cast the spell now, and she would be eternally linked to the one who would own it....
(To Be Continued....)