Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part D

All three finished their lunch in silence. It had been an extraordinary night for both of the girls, they had both been beautifully dressed and duly admired. But Beau found such formalities to be a bore, and would have preferred going hunting in the woods, or experimenting with metal work.

Beau had always felt an oddity, Being a male Gypsy Beau wasn’t as powerful as his sister or Quinn, being that magic gifts were passed through the strongest via the female line. But it wasn’t this which made him feel odd. What made it worse was the fact that he was always being compared with his sister. To the world she always seemed perfect and incapable of doing anything untoward. A good girl, who followed all the rules, polite and innocent.

Strange as it seemed however, Beau knew a different side to his sister. Although he was never able to prove any of his theory’s true. Usually discarding any thoughts as mere coincidence, or even Paranoia. Beau always approached matters concerning his sister with a heavy heart.

There were many times when things that had happened which didn’t quite add up. What was worse were the consequences, of what Beau assumed were her actions. No-one had died, but a few of their fellow acolytes had suffered very suspicious injuries.

The three of them finished their meal in silence. Any good humor that had been brought to the table, quickly evaporated, like any dreams they may have been having before they were rudely woken! There were sure to be a number of short fuses around the towers this day.

Most of Sangreal had attended the previous nights celebrations. Beltane rituals had started shortly after sunset and continued till just before midnight. A few returned to their homes, but the majority stayed for the after festivities. It had been splendid, warm clear night, and had been the perfect distraction from recent troubles which were threatening the borders of the Eaving Realm. Boasting the Moral of all of its people.

Quinn and Bella had been had been amongst the girls of the Sangreal who’s desire was to be the Green Lady this year, but were amongst the many girls disappointed and turned away. Beau had teased the girls about it when he had seen the rejected looks on their faces. But the Green Man chosen was Jarelle. One of Beau’s fellow students which he disliked greatly.

By the time the three had finished their meals, the hall was filled with sound of voices and laughter. The other Acolytes had finally joined them, and the Elder Counsel had also entered and were taking their seats at the large wooden table at the head of the hall.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part C

“Good Morning,” Quinn said yawning.

“Morn,” replied Beau.

Quinn took her seat with a thud. She felt as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.

“So give me all the gossip then,” said Bella leaning forward with excitement. “You were still here at midnight with us, but by an hour past when we were leaving…” There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued. “… you were gone, without even a farewell or good eve.” Bella tossed her head over -dramatically , pretending to be annoyed.

Quinn smiled. Bella had been her best friend since they were very young, and the two of them were very close. Beau, was Bella’s birth twin, born of the same mother, and at the same time. The three were normally found in each others company, and they shared a strong bond.

“Well actually,” replied Quinn, her smile broadening and her cheeks flushing slightly. “I went home.”

“I’m sure you did dear Quinn,” smirked Bella. “The question is did you go home alone? And if you didn’t then what happened on the way?”

Laughing, Quinn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She hadn’t been alone the night before when she had returned home. She reached forward and grabbed a bread roll and begun to butter it.

“Come on Quinn!” whined Bella. “Tell me. I have been dying to hear what happened.”

“Yes,” said Beau rolling his eyes. “Please just tell her Que. She has been driving be batty with it all morn.” As usual, Beau’s face was sullen when referring to Quinn and other boys. It was well known that Beau carried a torch for his long time love Quinn.

“Oh shut-up Beau. Just because your jealous,” said Bella defensively. She would have said more, but knew that Quinn’s love life was a touchy subject. Instead, she tucked the lock of white blonde hair which escaped her braid behind her ears, and continued serving herself a helping of chicken and corn soup.

Quinn was used to the Twin bickering, and picking at each other. She too continued to server herself lunch also, and said nothing more on the subject. Last nights details would have to wait until they had some time away from beau. She knew Beau had feeling towards her that was more than friendship. But as neither Beau nor herself would outwardly admit it in the vicinity of each other, a possible romance had never blossomed.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part B.

Reluctantly, Quinn managed to tear herself away from the window and made her way down the stairs. The next tower held the great dinning hall was the Acolytes would gather for lunch, and although she had eaten more than her fill the night before, found herself starving.

Perhaps it was all the magics that from the night before, she thought. It’s been a while since I’ve done that much magic all at once. I guess I should be grateful I haven’t magic sickness with all that I did.

With that, Quinn continued in the direction of the dining hall. She had first intended to stop by and collect her friends Beau and Bella. But the rumbling in her stomach told her that breaking her fast was much more important.

Quinn descended the staircase, as she had done numerous times before. The towers looked to have been active for hours. The delightful smells of roast meat cooking along side freshly harvested vegetables, wafted towards her.

As always, the foyer at the foyer at the base of the stairs was filled with freshly cut flowers. Magnificent Iris blooms, Roses, violets, flowers of many kinds and colors. She adored the fresh cuttings, and wondered how they would look still growing in the earth. The wind making them dance  as they open and close as the day passes. The sounds of talking and laughing echoed from not far in the distance. She wasn’t too far from the dining hall, and what most likely were students gathering for the lunch time meal.

Yawning again, stretching her arms widely. Allowing one finger to pluck as Iris from its resting place as she passed by.

Bella and Beau had been woken early also, and surprised Quinn by already being seated at their  usual dinning table. All three were had been out late and the signs were now showing.

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A little More Gypsy History.

In the Victorian era, Gypsies began to travel glorious ornate horse drawn wagons or caravans known as Vardos, which captured the publics imaginations, inspiring countless paintings, poems, novels, and children’s stories.. The gypsies have always been mistrusted and persecuted for their ways. Where they really healers and clairvoyants? Or where they really charlatans and parasites? The Gypsies hang on to age old customs, courtship rites and dialect. Romany communities are still to be found all over Europe, and deep inside the former Soviet Union. In Britain today, barely a dozen families are to be found wandering the country in horse drawn wagons. In a decade or so, their may be none at all.

Romanies are true friends of the earth. With their nomadic existence they have lived closer to nature than anyone else, and they are among the last free spirits on the face of the globe.

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Book Blessing

Listen to the Gypsy’s word,

Calling the All, a gulf to ford.

Bridge the fast realities,

An harm it none do what ye please.

‘O’ elements watch and guard this book,

From wandering eyes and prying looks.

In this night and ready hour,

Fill it with thine ancient power.

Powers of the North, Earth below,

Show us to live, to learn and grow.

Lend us your strength and stability,

To practice our craft and find ourselves free.

Powers of the East, Wind and Sky,

Watch O’er these pages with thine eye.

Your wisdom and knowledge for these we do ask,

That this book be worthy – the craft and its task.

Powers of the West, Waters and Sea,

Transformation and growth are granted by thee.

Bless these Pages with all that you know,

That all righteous readers may learn and may grow.

In winter, in spring, in summer and fall,

In our Shadows and Dreams, ask the aid of the All.

To practice the craft of the wise as we must,

With truth, and love, respect and trust.

We ask for the blessings of the Lady and Lord,

As we hold up her chalice and brandish his sword.

All that we know is infused by his power,

From sun and from moon, from rock and from flower.

Guard us Earth Mother and teach us your lore,

From silvery moon, to the earth’s inner core.

When working our magic, please help us not fear it,

We know you will guide us and strengthen our spirits.

Grant us Sky father, your wisdom and strength,

To complete all our workings to go the full length.

You smile down upon us, the light of the sun,

Rejoicing in life, with you we are one.

Guardians from the four direction,

Lady and lord, we ask your protection.

And you love for which we look,

To inspire and lead us as we write this book.

Yet to the unschooled eye let see,

Confusing words and sophistry.

Lead them from these sacred pages, On blessed ways throughout the ages.

Yet to the Gypsy this book shall stay,

Plain and truthful, clear as day.

Direct and show, guide and teach,

Their dreams and goals, please help them reach.

Free will for all, And harm to none,

As I have willed it, so it shall be done.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part A

Sun shone through the stained glass windows of Quinn’s room, bathing it in a soft pink light. In the centre of the light stood an enormous bed, and curled up among the covers was Quinn, still fast asleep.

It was a beautiful day outside, and the residents of the Sangreal Towers had started their day many hours before. Unlike Quinn, and many others her age who had attended the celebrations and rituals of the previous eve. It had been a celebration of Mid-summers eve, as well as a testing of power. Quinn had performed well showing skill and precision with all she attempted. She had retired to bed around dawn with pride and joy in her heart.

The Towers hand Maidens had been ordered to allow the young Acolytes to sleep longer than usual due to the previous night’s events. Each of them was exhausted both mentally and physically. This was not at all pleasing to them, and many were in an impatient fluster come mid-morning. Now their duties would continue long into the evening, when they could be at home.

Sadly for Quinn, as well as a handful of other Acolytes, was woken abruptly shortly after noon. Disgruntled servants helping them to bathe and dress before ushering them out of their chamber doors.

Quinn turned to say something to the woman who had just served her, but she had already disappeared back inside the chamber doors, muttering under her breath before she had the chance. Yawning, and somewhat bewildered, she turned towards the corridor, and wandered absently towards the spiral staircase at the end.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she was met b a cool breeze blowing in from outside. She breathed in deep, enjoying the smell of the sea. Quinn loved the sea, swimming in its waves and surf, its cool depths and velvet touch on her skin. Even the colors fascinated her, with many shades of blue, grey and green. She paused a moment to gaze from the upstairs window. She stood in awe of the sight. No matter how many billion times she had gazed out the window, it always managed to appear different each time.

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The All Seeing Eye.

The all-seeing Eye – a single human eye found in many eras and cultures. It is generally found in many eras and cultures. It is generally a symbol of the watchful and protective power of the watchful and protective power of the Supreme Being, watchful and protective power of the Supreme Being, especially when that entity is considered in a solar or heavenly context. It appears on the great seal of the United States, and is among the many beautiful symbols of Freemasonry, where it represents the Great architect of the universe.

In regions where the evil eye belief occurs, the all-seeing eye charm is used as apostrophized talismans against danger. In its specifically protective role, “the all-seeing-eye”, appears on at least one North American Good luck coin to ‘guard’ the bearer ‘from evil’. A similar talismanic function was assigned to the protective widget eye or ‘Eye of Horus’ of ancient Egypt and the third eye of Buddha in India. Even the Mexican ojo devenado charm, an ancient Shamanic amulet made from a psychedelic legume seed is given an eye related name: ojo de venado means “deer eye”.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 1 – Part D

She remembered running, and the effort of a long journey. She carried something with her. Something heavy, and important. Miranda was sure she was supposed to protect it. But from what? She couldn’t remember. The fire perhaps?

All around her were trees. Tall thick trunks with clawing branches, which tore at her clothes and scratched at her skin.

Pain filled her head suddenly, and she remembered falling. She had hit her head on something solid, and hard. Her head hurt badly. She raised her arm slowly to her head, inspecting the area with her hand.

A large bump had raised from her skin, and very painful to touch. Luckily when she inspected her hand, she found no evidence of blood, or an open wound. Though someone was banging on metal gongs on her head. Bang, bang, Band!

She tried to turn over to relieve the pressure in her throbbing head. But no matter which way she turned, the noise in her head only got louder.

The louder the sound became, the more real the pain in her eyes, and was rewarded by the greeting of a beautiful blue sky, and what appeared to be a warm summers day.

The bright sun temporarily blinded her, though the pounding in her head did not cease. In fact it seemed to get even louder.

“Awake, awake, its about time. The fireball wandered up high a long time ago. It will soon be all out of shine.” Said a familiar voice. Miranda was puzzled, she couldn’t tell where the voice had originated and she wasn’t sure she was capable of sitting up just yet.

“Beginning to worry I was. Thought you must have hit that bobbly head of yours harder than what it actually did seem,” said the Clurician. His furry yellow face appearing directly above her own.

Stunned, Miranda could not do anything but blink and stare with her mouth gaped wide open.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 1 – Part C

“Oh dear girl, why I am me and you are you of course!” he said with the same musical lilt.

What a peculiar answer, she thought, cautiously scanning for the owner of the voice.

“Now, now girl, no need to fear now that Jasper be here.”

Miranda, in large amounts of pain and having suffered an ordeal of sorts, was in no mood for games. “Jasper? Is that your name?” she asked.

“Yes, yes,” said Jasper, who had suddenly appeared at her side. His strange little paw like hand, gently lowering her head back down to the pillow.

She peered up at the strange face staring back at her. A fine layer of yellowish fur covered his face, and from what she could tell, he stood no taller than her waist. He had a stocky build, and although he was short, looked as though he was strong despite his small stature. One thing was for sure, Jasper was not human.

“Rest now dear lassie, time to sleep. When you wake in the Morn there will be plenty to eat.”

Miranda was still frozen. She wasn’t comfortable with this idea at all. But her body and mind were so exhausted that she could not think of a refute to argue. Perhaps this was the Clurician the voice had spoken of, she thought. Surely it would be safe.

“What exactly are you?” Miranda managed to say.

“Why I am a Clurician of course of course,” replied the strange little creature. “A Clurician on a Mission!”

As sleep took over Miranda couldn’t help but sense a déjà vu. Something that the creature had said reminded her of what seemed like a distant memory.

Miranda fell into a sleep filled with awkward visions and images of an all consuming fire. People, running for their lives, only to be taken by the invading flames. Their flesh melting away from the bone, terrified eyes begging to be freed from the agony of burning alive. Terrified wails of the fires helpless victims, followed by the sorrowful sounds of mourning of those who were now lost forever.

Published in: on September 8, 2008 at 6:14 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Short staffed and stressed out

Tonite at work has just been awful, and I think the reason behind it was mostly managerial crap. As far as I can tell the nursing unit mangers at the hospital were I work at are all in dispute over personal falling outs, as well as pressure from the owners to cost cut. So they have been mean, and I had no extra staff person to help care for the 10 pateints on my own.
There were a few independant but otherwise they need a fair amount of hands on nursing care. I feel that I didn’t give each of my patients the apropriate care they equally deserve. I was totally stressed out the entire shift. But I was fortunate enough to have a good nurse and a new friend working with me tonite and she worked just as hard as I did. She also had 6 patients of her own to care for. I felt secure in that she is a senior nurse and therefore I had support. But still that is not the point.
Perhaps if I wasn’t feeling sick also I may have been able to handle the situation better somehow.
Overall I think the whole hospital is in need of a full overhall. Maybe just a change in managenment. Something. They need to do something, anything. As long as they don’t remain stagnant with no change at all….. We will see…… Time will tell as always….. Wish me luck!

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