Healing is not a talent I have a knack for. Not on the level of others there at least.
But The house of Galena is not just for healers. But for protectors of life and the wild as well. Followers of the goddess Galena.
Most of my time there I spend as a guard, watching over the healers. Not all those they help are peaceful people from the streets. Galena does not deny her blessings to those truely in need.
There are times when our services are called upon by the Sentinels for treatment of thier prisoners."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
With a simple nod Dionne wondered if that kind of place would be for her as well.
"I was never a believer - I'm not going to deny that. Tell me more of Galena and her purpose, and perhaps you'll get a helping hand every now and then."
"As you know, Galena is the goddess of compassion. Hence the number of Healers devoted to her, and how I spoke of them turning no one away.
But she is also the goddess of nature in all its glory, and danger. Those of us that are not healers seek to protect her lands and her animals from being destroyed or abused.
That is not to say that we are 'tree-huggers', I believe the human term is, but that we live WITH the land and its gifts instead of off of it.
We recognize that without its continued presence and growth, many of the things people take for granted would disappear. We use what we take, and don't take what we won't use. And we give back where we can so that others can enjoy her gifts.
So as you can see, as a Sonari, it is already my 'thing'."
::She smiled at her own wit, a bit effected by the alcohol.::
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
"It typically takes more than that to gain acceptance from the Elders. However, considering your willingness to go on that adventure with me and safely seeing me home, I will definately put in a good word for you with Iona. Though I would still recommend seeking her out yourself.
If we can at least figure out what the Taliseri are doing up there, if not stop it completely, then I would imagine you would be welcomed with open arms."
::She looks puzzled for aminute, as if trying to work past the alcohol to piece together something that just occured to her.::
"Galena!!
We could present our case to them! THEY have the means to provide us with the people we would need to return to the village!"
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
Miroslaw entered the tavern, ducking to get through the doorway. A smile was present under his hood, but he was not certain why. He attributed the smile to the anticipation of a cold ale. It had been awhile since he visited this particular Tavern. Even the barkeep was new!
He moved to take a seat at the bar, keeping his eyes low and avoiding eye contact with any other souls in the tavern at the hour. He stopped after a few strides toward the bar. The bar seemed shorter than the last time he was here. He opted for a table, picking one nearby to the two females. He had no real reason for picking that particular table, except for it was empty, and seemed to have plenty of leg room for a Soren of his stature. After taking his seat, he let out a Soren sized sigh of relaxation. He pulled his hood down and simply clasped his hands in his lap.
Suddenly, probably due to the way he lounged in the chair, the back legs snapped and the large man tumbled to the ground. His mind did not immediately go to the pain that was felt, but rather to the embarrassment of the eyes that would surely be drawn to him, and second, to the cost of the chair. He struggled back to his feet, pulling his hood back up. He examined the chair, assessing the damage. Looking to the barkeep he stated, "I will... Pay for that." Due to his misfortune, his smile had not faded.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
"As you know, Galena is the goddess of compassion. Hence the number of Healers devoted to her, and how I spoke of them turning no one away.
But she is also the goddess of nature in all its glory, and danger. Those of us that are not healers seek to protect her lands and her animals from being destroyed or abused.
That is not to say that we are 'tree-huggers', I believe the human term is, but that we live WITH the land and its gifts instead of off of it.
We recognize that without its continued presence and growth, many of the things people take for granted would disappear. We use what we take, and don't take what we won't use. And we give back where we can so that others can enjoy her gifts.
So as you can see, as a Sonari, it is already my 'thing'."
::She smiled at her own wit, a bit effected by the alcohol.::
An old Soren entered the tavern, having heard of this place he felt a need to test their liquor. Seeing Miro at a distance he called out to him.
Oy! Lad!
He waves over to him as he began to walk towards his direction. Miro was the only friend he had in Wistvale, and had only met him a few days ago but it felt like an eternity that they had known each other.