Eleven year old Liannis sat on the sod roof of her parents’ cottage in her night-shift, stroking No-tail’s soft fur, and gazing into the night sky. She loved to sit here to think, but chose to do so only after she was sure her parents slept soundly below. They did not approve, fearing she might fall off and be injured. Liannis knew better. At times like this, No-tail, their small cat, usually followed her and took advantage of the warm nest made by the hammock of her skirt as she sat cross-legged.
As a small child, Liannis had spent many happy days at court playing with Lionn, Lord Gaelen’s son, Sennia, his sister, and Borless, the son of Lady Marja’s maid. But as she grew older, the press of her growing inner gifts made it harder to be among so many people. The impressions of their emotions pressed on her spirit and threatened to overwhelm her. Like Liethis, seer to the court of Bargia, she preferred the isolation of her home outside the city.
At first Lord Gaelen and Lady Marja had been reluctant to have their son and heir come to the cottage to visit with her here, fearing for his safety away from the guards. But Liannis knew he would come to no harm. She told them, with full confidence that nothing would happen to him as long as he was with her. Earth had told her so.
Gaelen had relented only upon assurance from Liethis, official seer of Bargia, that Liannis’ sight was true. From that time on, under the watchful eyes of Liannis’ parents, the three children had visited with her often,. They had occasionally accompanied her in her night vigils on the roof.
Liannis had not returned to court again after her eighth summer. The press of impressions there caused her too much pain.
Tonight, Liannis kept her vigil alone. She considered what her future would hold. When she reached her twelfth birthday, she understood she would start spending the winter months with Liethis as her apprentice.
Liethis had already explained to Lord Gaelen and her parents that Liannis would grow into a much more powerful seer than she was. Liannis’ gifts of truth-reading and her ability to mind-speak birds and animals already outshone her own and had not yet grown into their full strength. But the girl needed other skills that would help her use her gifts to their full potential; how to dampen the press that would drive her mad otherwise, how to deal with persons of influence diplomatically and how to handle unwelcome questions from those whose problems were too small for Earth to be concerned with.
Liannis did not look forward to leaving her peaceful home but she understood its necessity. Already, she found it hard to control the barrage that assaulted her senses, and this would only increase. But at least the summers would still be spent here at home.
Liannis smiled, as she sensed her father reach for her mother and lay his sleeping arm across her waist. Earth had given her special parents. She knew they would never have another child. Seers were always only daughters. Earth never burdened a seer with siblings, as they matured too quickly and felt the emotions of those around them too keenly, to thrive in larger families. They needed a serene environment in which their gifts could grow without constraint.
She dreamily pulled a blade of grass from the sod to chew. Then, stroking No-tail one last time, she smiled to herself, content, climbed down and went to her bed in the loft.
All to often we take those around us for granted. We leave too much space between us and communication flies out of the window. Then one day we wake up to find that person gone, never to feel the sunshine on their face, the breeze blowing through their hair. It is now too late. I am guilty of leaving too much space between myself and Rick. He is gone and the world seems like a shadow without him in it. Rick was my graphic artist, who became my friend, my confidant and a person close to my heart. Today I give tribute to the man and his work, I will miss him terribly. This is only a small portion of his work.
Good bye my friend
I have been sitting on my duff for a bit, taking a sabbatical and getting healthy. During the process of being feed grapes(I could only dream), my friend Ken has been maniacal with his writing and extended works. After Ken’s release of The Wrong Magic, he has moved forward completing his first romantic novel, Heaven Enough. His philosophical memoir on success, Climbing Maya will be e-released in April by Kal-Ba Publishing, including an afterward by Ken. And if that’s not enough a new 3rd Wall You Tube page will be available for Ken’s comedic side coming in December. Yes, he also has audio books and on March 15th, The Most Amazing Book You’ve Ever Heard in Your Entire Life will be revealed. Whew!! I am exhausted just following his news. Congratulations Ken, you never cease to amaze me.
And don’t forget to check out his podcasts, available on iTunes!
War had been set in motion. The thundering marches of the Grengal army, staves in hand, tramped with a fierceness to protect the Realm. It didn’t matter that they would come against brother or friend. Both had abandoned them. A soft mind is easy to control, and Shantra had enjoyed molding them as she saw fit. In the quiet morning deafening sounds of snow crushing underfoot made their way to the fringe of the White Realm. The Ebata heard, and the lines were formed, soon it would begin. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00814YWME
A few folks have asked me if I made up the fighting bracelets (cuffs) that my desert warrior princess handles with precision. Although the bracelets below are 20th century Saharan, the ones Hafina wears are 15th century. Now that is one girl who will make you think twice.
I’m terrible with graphics. I did try to isolate the cuffs, but to no avail. It is the upper left corner. The sheath is removed prior to engagement exposing deadly blades. In the 15th century, the tips were dipped in poison.
Well my friend Ken has done it again. I think he has a genie in a bottle. Congratulations on another release!
Fun To Grow On books (a new series of children’s books for adults) presentsCookies: Sluts of the Snack World. Available for the Kindle for just $2.50! (Coming soon in audio and paperback!)
Well summer is close at hand and if you haven’t read Book one The Rising-The Lost Children of Managrail perhaps you would consider it for an easy summer read.
Enjoy the sun and I hope you all have a great summer.