Lynn arrives, and Quin is at his wits-end.
Sunday, 23 March 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipSunday night I slept okay, which is amazing. First time in a long time that I got a good night’s sleep. I was refreshed and ready to go. Practically bouncing. I did chores, worked on tanning some things, and then changed into my nicest, new clothes for the Kin, and headed west.
I arrived at the farmhouse (Edgewood, whatever) before she did, but I barely got a chance to put on the kettle for tea before she arrived. I didn’t expect her to be black. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Long-Suffering is black, and aside from reading the white-bible all the time, she’s fine. But I didn’t expect Lynn to be black. She’s really tall, too. A little pretty, if Torn to Rags likes black people. Yellow Horse showed up by chance, too, but he was so tired. I worry for him. It sounds like he has a great burden to bear. He also misses his tribe. Yellow Horse seemed relieved to meet Lynn, since apparently they will be tegustek together. Apparently other kin are moving with Lynn. I will meet them soon, I hope.
Afterwards, Lynn left me with just Yellow Horse, and we talked about how things are. I told him he needs to rest - he looks so weary. I invited him up to the lake to meet the new cliath, and to show me the bow if he still wants to do that. He kept asking me what he could do for me. Started talking about taking about taking things for the team. He is a good kin, but a live kin is better than a dead one. I don't want him to die. I need to talk to my sister about his burdens.
In the afternoon, I went to my territory, and began using the paper. I going to make it so that when I die, my tribemates will not have to go through re-learning all the things I’ve had to learn. I started by putting the mage mandala to ink, the best I could, and I began writing out what I had figured out so far. I still need their writing system, before I can go further. My hand got cramped pretty fast, and I had to take breaks. Lots of breaks. After a while, I started a bunch of new pages with the spheres, and the traditions. No details - I can fill that in later. Next, Nephandi, malfeas, and cauls. Souls. Inversion. Nephandic reincarnation. Annihilation. So much of this is probably wrong, or misunderstood, but I can always correct myself as I learn better. Not much details - just to start me out. I’m undecided if I should record the rituals. If I never thought of them again, I would be happier. And if one of my younger tribemates found this, and tried to re-enact what I recorded…
My worry is that it was this nephandic knowledge that made me tainted. It gave voice to the thought that I should end myself, and everything. What if… what if it was literally the ideas that tainted me? Is that possible? If so, does that mean I’ll become tainted again, if I think about them again? Worrisome. Very worrisome. This is a question for Tail-Eater.
I’m going to stop writing for tonight, before I want to chew off my hand. It's been quite a while since I drew anything. Years. I think I have plenty of time left tonight to practice elementalism, before I sleep.
I arrived at the farmhouse (Edgewood, whatever) before she did, but I barely got a chance to put on the kettle for tea before she arrived. I didn’t expect her to be black. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Long-Suffering is black, and aside from reading the white-bible all the time, she’s fine. But I didn’t expect Lynn to be black. She’s really tall, too. A little pretty, if Torn to Rags likes black people. Yellow Horse showed up by chance, too, but he was so tired. I worry for him. It sounds like he has a great burden to bear. He also misses his tribe. Yellow Horse seemed relieved to meet Lynn, since apparently they will be tegustek together. Apparently other kin are moving with Lynn. I will meet them soon, I hope.
Afterwards, Lynn left me with just Yellow Horse, and we talked about how things are. I told him he needs to rest - he looks so weary. I invited him up to the lake to meet the new cliath, and to show me the bow if he still wants to do that. He kept asking me what he could do for me. Started talking about taking about taking things for the team. He is a good kin, but a live kin is better than a dead one. I don't want him to die. I need to talk to my sister about his burdens.
In the afternoon, I went to my territory, and began using the paper. I going to make it so that when I die, my tribemates will not have to go through re-learning all the things I’ve had to learn. I started by putting the mage mandala to ink, the best I could, and I began writing out what I had figured out so far. I still need their writing system, before I can go further. My hand got cramped pretty fast, and I had to take breaks. Lots of breaks. After a while, I started a bunch of new pages with the spheres, and the traditions. No details - I can fill that in later. Next, Nephandi, malfeas, and cauls. Souls. Inversion. Nephandic reincarnation. Annihilation. So much of this is probably wrong, or misunderstood, but I can always correct myself as I learn better. Not much details - just to start me out. I’m undecided if I should record the rituals. If I never thought of them again, I would be happier. And if one of my younger tribemates found this, and tried to re-enact what I recorded…
My worry is that it was this nephandic knowledge that made me tainted. It gave voice to the thought that I should end myself, and everything. What if… what if it was literally the ideas that tainted me? Is that possible? If so, does that mean I’ll become tainted again, if I think about them again? Worrisome. Very worrisome. This is a question for Tail-Eater.
I’m going to stop writing for tonight, before I want to chew off my hand. It's been quite a while since I drew anything. Years. I think I have plenty of time left tonight to practice elementalism, before I sleep.
