The shaman looks up at you in surprise. "You are--oh, I'm honored!" She starts to do a half-bow from where she's sitting, then looks around. No one else noticed your words, but a couple of people look up at her movement. Carefully, she turns it into a reach into the back of the leather bag.
She pulls out an iron disk whose enamel gleams green. "The nature of your ... project--_she looks around at the mountains, the village, her whole world--"is the Forest. This is the contradictory aspect of land, trees that strive to reach the sky, and while they never can, they create beauty in the attempt."
She pulls out another disk, this one silver, with enameling in greys and browns. "The tools you use are represented by the Cave -- the symbol of natural space. Your tools are my whole world, natural to me but artificial to you."
Then she pulls out the final disk, another iron disk, with an image of lowland drums. "Drums!" She laughs. "I suggest you don't play those up here, not while you're visiting. Drums can set feet to dancing, or bring snow, rocks, and mud down on the village."
Then she looks at you as if she can see through your Torn World costume, right through to the real you sitting at your computer. "But danger makes for exciting stories. You should see the little kids' eyes shine when I talk about dancing up there in the mountains, and my ball whistle killing the wraith. It wasn't so much fun to live through as to tell it, though. But that's your project, telling our stories. Don't be afraid to make a joyous noise while you do it! Make your listeners remember us, ok?"
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Date: 2010-11-01 04:09 am (UTC)She pulls out an iron disk whose enamel gleams green. "The nature of your ... project--_she looks around at the mountains, the village, her whole world--"is the Forest. This is the contradictory aspect of land, trees that strive to reach the sky, and while they never can, they create beauty in the attempt."
She pulls out another disk, this one silver, with enameling in greys and browns. "The tools you use are represented by the Cave -- the symbol of natural space. Your tools are my whole world, natural to me but artificial to you."
Then she pulls out the final disk, another iron disk, with an image of lowland drums. "Drums!" She laughs. "I suggest you don't play those up here, not while you're visiting. Drums can set feet to dancing, or bring snow, rocks, and mud down on the village."
Then she looks at you as if she can see through your Torn World costume, right through to the real you sitting at your computer. "But danger makes for exciting stories. You should see the little kids' eyes shine when I talk about dancing up there in the mountains, and my ball whistle killing the wraith. It wasn't so much fun to live through as to tell it, though. But that's your project, telling our stories. Don't be afraid to make a joyous noise while you do it! Make your listeners remember us, ok?"