Prayers of a Selûnite
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2020 6:02 pm
It was a lot to take in with the past few cycles. Sharon knew well enough from her gut that something was wrong in recent weeks, starting as a small streak of bad luck. It was never this bad before...
... And the tarot cards that belonged to Quinn in the past showed it. The images of those cards on Sasha and Dace's coffee table burned vividly into her mind. The Queen Mother that represented herself, the past that hinted at hidden truths and a betrayal. The present reaffirming her place in the circle, strength through adversity and the chaos of combat. The future... a dark one of hopelessness, terrible secrets, and disaster. Even though her own faith emphasized the importance of the reading, she always hated it, but she couldn't deny it. She knew well enough the cards were right, that something terrible would happen if she didn't break the hex soon enough.
An'aroluth confirmed those suspicions. There was most definitely a fey curse on her, a destined fate of tragedy with a subtle trigger, one she still had time to break. With the overwhelming support of friends in the Trail House, from offers of hex-breaking rituals to the gifting of Adorabella's lucky coin to keep her safe, she knew she wouldn't face this alone. Sharon knew there was one thing she still had to do, however.
Pray.
The weather in Karasuthra was fickle that evening. Cloudy, windy, rainy. It wasn't the best time to be outside, but there Sharon sat in the damp grass where the moonlight shone. The Selûnite placed down a bowl of moonstone and a bottle of cold milk before herself. She took a moment of pause, looking at the shadowy shapes of the wilderness around her, then to the makeshift altar before her. Sharon closed her hands together over the pendant of Selûne, lifted her gaze skyward toward the moon, and began her prayer in earnest.
"Our Lady of Silver, my guide through rough waves and calm rivers all these years...
I seek again your guiding light, among these other worlds."
"A terrible curse fallen on to us, to see us to misfortune and damned fates...
A future of Waxworks, of the Muted Hag, of the Cyclone."
"In these dire days, I beseech for your guiding light once more...
To be rid of this fate, for my wife and myself."
Sharon reached for the bottle of milk. She tugged it open and poured it into the bowl of moonstone as her offering.
... And the tarot cards that belonged to Quinn in the past showed it. The images of those cards on Sasha and Dace's coffee table burned vividly into her mind. The Queen Mother that represented herself, the past that hinted at hidden truths and a betrayal. The present reaffirming her place in the circle, strength through adversity and the chaos of combat. The future... a dark one of hopelessness, terrible secrets, and disaster. Even though her own faith emphasized the importance of the reading, she always hated it, but she couldn't deny it. She knew well enough the cards were right, that something terrible would happen if she didn't break the hex soon enough.
An'aroluth confirmed those suspicions. There was most definitely a fey curse on her, a destined fate of tragedy with a subtle trigger, one she still had time to break. With the overwhelming support of friends in the Trail House, from offers of hex-breaking rituals to the gifting of Adorabella's lucky coin to keep her safe, she knew she wouldn't face this alone. Sharon knew there was one thing she still had to do, however.
Pray.
The weather in Karasuthra was fickle that evening. Cloudy, windy, rainy. It wasn't the best time to be outside, but there Sharon sat in the damp grass where the moonlight shone. The Selûnite placed down a bowl of moonstone and a bottle of cold milk before herself. She took a moment of pause, looking at the shadowy shapes of the wilderness around her, then to the makeshift altar before her. Sharon closed her hands together over the pendant of Selûne, lifted her gaze skyward toward the moon, and began her prayer in earnest.
"Our Lady of Silver, my guide through rough waves and calm rivers all these years...
I seek again your guiding light, among these other worlds."
"A terrible curse fallen on to us, to see us to misfortune and damned fates...
A future of Waxworks, of the Muted Hag, of the Cyclone."
"In these dire days, I beseech for your guiding light once more...
To be rid of this fate, for my wife and myself."
Sharon reached for the bottle of milk. She tugged it open and poured it into the bowl of moonstone as her offering.