It doesn't speak, merely reaches a finger down to gently touch her forehead, and then--then there is simply a flash of understanding, as it introduces itself to her.
Everything that is, occurs in a circle. This is the whisper of old mothers, grandmothers, the wise women and wise men, those that understood the nature of the world.
Circles and cycles--Man is born, man tills the earth and hunts and lives off the land. The air is in his breath, water is in his blood, heat is in his body, his body is made of earth--and they knew this because when man dies, he goes back into the earth.
In the earliest times, they knew how to bend Energy alone, the light and life of all things. But that knowledge was lost in the earliest days of the world, before this creature even took form on the earth.
Man learned a rudimentary form of bending energy, from the sky bison, from the dragons, from the moon and the sea, from the badger moles--and they taught others, and those people taught others still. They basked in the light of the sun, and of the moon, they dug their toes into the earth, they stood atop mountains and felt the winds.
Then there was disorder. Chaos. The balance was broken. The people of the world become divided in their identity, because of their gifts. They forgot that it was all the same energy, used in different ways. And the problem with power is some people in the world want more of it, they destroy rather than create, destroy nature, their fellow man, even destroy the sacred balance between mankind and the spirits.
It is the spirit of all that is, the spirit of the fabric of life created by the light, and the open air, and the ancient seas, and the green earth, and the people walking across it. It could not watch over the world from a distance, so It took form to live among them. It could not show preference for any one group of people, so it became something that was all people, one that could manipulate the Earth, and the Winds, and the Fire that burned deep within the earth and inside each person, and the wide, crashing seas and roaring rivers.
It lived and died in a cycle as well, born into a new nation each time. Roxie will see more than a thousand faces flash by. Men and woman, with all manner of appearances and affects.
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Everything that is, occurs in a circle. This is the whisper of old mothers, grandmothers, the wise women and wise men, those that understood the nature of the world.
Circles and cycles--Man is born, man tills the earth and hunts and lives off the land. The air is in his breath, water is in his blood, heat is in his body, his body is made of earth--and they knew this because when man dies, he goes back into the earth.
In the earliest times, they knew how to bend Energy alone, the light and life of all things. But that knowledge was lost in the earliest days of the world, before this creature even took form on the earth.
Man learned a rudimentary form of bending energy, from the sky bison, from the dragons, from the moon and the sea, from the badger moles--and they taught others, and those people taught others still. They basked in the light of the sun, and of the moon, they dug their toes into the earth, they stood atop mountains and felt the winds.
Then there was disorder. Chaos. The balance was broken. The people of the world become divided in their identity, because of their gifts. They forgot that it was all the same energy, used in different ways. And the problem with power is some people in the world want more of it, they destroy rather than create, destroy nature, their fellow man, even destroy the sacred balance between mankind and the spirits.
It is the spirit of all that is, the spirit of the fabric of life created by the light, and the open air, and the ancient seas, and the green earth, and the people walking across it. It could not watch over the world from a distance, so It took form to live among them. It could not show preference for any one group of people, so it became something that was all people, one that could manipulate the Earth, and the Winds, and the Fire that burned deep within the earth and inside each person, and the wide, crashing seas and roaring rivers.
It lived and died in a cycle as well, born into a new nation each time. Roxie will see more than a thousand faces flash by. Men and woman, with all manner of appearances and affects.