Doira'Liim (The Beautiful Whisper of the Goddess Saga) by Orr Krystal

Author:Orr, Krystal [Orr, Krystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-08-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18: An Ally in the Mist

"You were not present at the gathering."

Cynra walked around her humble abode, tossing various pieces of parchment around, and seemed to pay no mind to the words of Talyn. She grabbed bags and pouches containing items only useful to her, and dumped their contents on the floor at her feet. Muttering to herself, she bent down to search through her reagents.

"Cynra," Talyn said sternly as she watched the older woman's display.

The meeting earlier in Raekir had been called to discuss whether or not the tribe was fully prepared for the winter months and what, if any, activity had been noted in the Esu camp. All of the members of the tribe had been called and all were expected to attend. Talyn, near the end of the gathering, had posed a question to all in attendance: Should messengers be sent to the neighboring tribes informing them of the possibility of war?

Most gathered had spoken up saying that it was unlikely any of the other tribe leaders would believe that day walkers had set up camp in the valley along the forest's edge. The matter had been put to rest until more information could be obtained. Talyn had greatly desired Cynra's wisdom during the meeting and had been displeased when she'd noticed the old woman nowhere to be found.

"I have to go...things to do...matters to attend. There is much to do...yes, much to do and not nearly enough time."

Talyn raised an eyebrow at Cynra's odd words and looked around the room she stood in. Animal hides and teeth and bones were set around the circular space, while rocks and gems and animal feathers, which normally would have been in the pouches Cynra had dumped in the floor, lay huddled in a heap in complete disarray. Sticks of sage laid on a table with bowls and writing implements, and tattered and worn pages of parchment were strewn about the leaves of the older woman's bed.

Cynra appeared agitated and preoccupied with whatever issue was causing her to act so. "Age is such a fickle foe, is it not? I have been granted more years than could be counted and now, when I have need of time and haste, I find that the very years that were once a gift to me are now a slow moving poison."

Talyn had no idea what Cynra was rambling on about. Nothing the Dream Speaker was saying made any amount of sense to her. Stepping in front of the shorter woman, she placed a hand on her frail looking shoulder and stilled her movements. "Stop, Honored One," she said in a strong and deliberate voice. "What has you so beside yourself and why were you not at Raekir?"

Cynra blinked and the hazy look in her eyes seemed to fade away. She looked around her home and sighed. "Oh, pity. What a mess! It will take a great many nights to organize all of this again." Stepping back once more, Talyn refused to point out that the mess in question had been Cynra's own doing.

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