Revisit of the past

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Ariyana Sune

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(10/11/03 7:45 pm)
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Revisit of the past

A single candle flickered from inside the house as she approached. Quite odd for this time of night to be honest, it was well past when both Oceasa and Daelin should be asleep. Silently she crept up the steps to the open porch, siding by the pillar to look into the small library. Still she could not see who was in the small room. Taking a deep breath and touching the amulet around her neck to make sure there was at least a few regents in it if she were to need them to banish the intruder from her home. Stopping by the rune books to glance over to the telepad that went up to hers and Daelins room, and gladly seeing it to be still locked to private.
The scooting of the chair on the Malasian tile brought her senses sharply back into focus on the room. The candle light dimmed out as the figure stood up and moved in front of the light. Her sight obscured by the dimmed light she stepped lightly to the side of the wall leading directly into the library. The intruders back to her, she twirled around the edge of the wall and prepared to cast an explosive that would stun the trespasser in her home.

The commotion turning the unknown man to face her, a look of shock on both their faces as they both stepped back, he nearly knocking over the candle that sat on the edge of the table.
Arathorn! Gods be cursed! You scared the life of me when I saw the light on in here!

Sorry M’lady I have been reading some of your text, I didn’t think you would mind and I truly thought ye to be asleep with the wee one upstairs.

Nodding silently she looked at the table to see what it was he was reading. My autobiography Arathorn? I thought I told you the tale of that last week.

Yes, M’lady but I wanted to revisit it again and see if I could find out anything more about the Prophet you spoke of….

Shuddering, Ariyana shook her head. He is dead Arathorn; I do not know why you are so intrigued by this man. He is and was beyond my words of contempt. His bones are better left yielding to the worms that carve his bones to dust.

But if you must know more about him, the only person that I care to think might know anything is my mentor whom we also spoke of last week. Alas, I have not seen him in nearly 5 years now. May haps he is dead as well by now. He was old when he helped me from the Prophet and that was some 13 years ago now. Seek out Midoken; he was my protector when I left the Coven of the Prophet.

Arathorn silently nodded his head. Might I stay and read a bit more?

Aye, Arathorn, if you wish to join me upstairs I think I will retire in the dining room to read a bit myself. Ariyana turned back to the table and ran a finger across the hand bound text of her own writings.

She gathered up the books and started to place them back in the book case next to some of her other writings from the height of the Coven of the Secret Shadow. Stopping short of returning them to the shelves. She thought perhaps it is time to revisit these writings and think upon the past a bit further since it has been brought back to mind again after years of silence.

The candle and books in hand she used the telepad to access the second floor where the embers burned low in the fireplace. The light was obscure in the dining area until Ariyana stoked the remaining wood. A golden glow cascaded the rooms illuminating them.

Settling down at the table she began to pick up her tarot cards. Curiosity overcoming her she shuffled them and put her thoughts into them. Questioning the days past and before her.

Thinking to keep it simple she laid down three cards, representing past, present, and future. Passing her hand over them slowly before turning the card of the past over. Arathorn engrossed back in the book he had been reading before did not pay much mind to her contemplation of the cards.

The Empress.

A small smile passed over her lips, as she unconsciously looked up at the ceiling and thought of her child sleeping. The card of motherhood.

The Card of Strength

Another smile passing her lips. Indeed she had strived to change the past attitudes and hatred towards her family. A fight for fair play had been broached with the changes she had been making in her life. This reading for the first time in months was looking in a positive light rather then a challenging one. Perhaps the karma she had been gathering for so long was now paying off.

Before the last card could be turned, she heard the stirring of Oceasa upstairs and the squall of infant lungs. Well Arathorn, seems the wee one is awake, I will leave you to read here. Just leave the books out; I shall put them away in the morning.

Aye M’lady, again I'm sorry if I frightened you earlier.

Tis no worry Arathorn, Good night.

Arathorn looked over at the side of the table where the Priestess had sat and noted the unturned card. Curiosity becoming the better of him he leaned over and turned it. The card of The Moon faced him as it was turned. A deep furrow arose in his brow and deciding it better to have the Priestess not see the card he reached for the other cards and shuffled them together and went back to his reading.

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