I love this friend so much. Bit of a background, she’s an empath who can read auras. Now, we were in a shop discussing candle colours and their associations. She was horrified to learn that I used black candles in my practice.
Now, to me, black represents banishing, protection, resetting.
To her black = evil black magic of nasty evilness.
I was baffled by what I perceived as absolute ignorance, both for the colour and the whole witchcraft practice in itself. I learned that she views the practice as only consisting of two sides; good and bad. I felt looked down upon and judged for something that I have studied and practiced for my entire life.
I do realise that each and every person has their own take and twist on the craft. I now understand where she is coming from. When she reads auras, black means someone is in a rage or has less than stellar intentions. My point is that she did not have to actively shame me. She could have at least tried to understand where I was coming from and that no one practices the craft all in one way. Her way is not my way.
Please don’t get me started on what she thinks of voodoo and hoodoo.
Dana’s mums. They met when Aravi’s platoon were sent to colonise the base of the eastern mountains. There were a few villages of humans there already, but humans were rarely that troublesome and more often quite accommodating to the golden ones, seeing them as creatures of legend and worthy of awe, not suspicion. The humans would not be an issue. What the elves did not realise, was why the villages were so few, and in area’s far beyond the reach of the forest surrounding the mountains. And they did not ask, for what could overpower their magic? and what could the humans know, that the elves could not find for themselves? And what they found were poisonous spores erupting from every hollow, creatures almost insect-like in form but ranging in sizes far larger than their own supply wagons, and water that looked sweet to the eye, but poisoned the body and mind. Aravi’s platoon suffered greatly, some even dying, a rare occurrence for their race. they managed to send a message begging aid from the local villages, who would know how to cure and reverse the poisonings of the forest. What arrived, along with a few human aids, was a troll.
Now, trolls are considered the most base of creatures by all other races, huge creatures, slow and stupid and violent and often heard to eat the young of their neighbours. Aravi, despite her pain and the shivers that wracked her body, could not help but be curious as to why the humans brought such a creature to aid them. She learned from the humans, dressed in white as was the human’s tradition for healers, that this troll was the village physician, a herbalist and known for her treatment of the forest’s poison. The other elves were disgusted at the choice, and made their displeasure known as the troll and her humans treated them. Aravi watched as the troll bore their harsh words and barbs, the insults did not stop her from mixing up broths, cleaning wounds and ever so slowly murmuring instructions to her assistants, to aid where she could not. Aravi did not know how the troll could bear such cruelty. It was weeks before she finally built up the courage, as she was given a final check over by the giant being, the trolls large but gentle hands adding a last layer of lotion to a burn wound, to ask her how she stood the treatment, how she could bear to heal those that despised her so openly. The troll cocked her head, and slowly, as with everything else she seemed to do, smiled at the elf, her eyes soft and open, the colour of sapphires. Her speech was stilted, but Aravi could see it was not stupidity that slowed her tongue. She didn’t understand how she could’ve ever thought so. ‘because,’ the troll began, leaning down towards her patient ‘as with the fact that trolls are not all monsters, not all elves are assholes, little one.’ Aravi didn’t care that she ripped a few stitches laughing, it was worth it to see the smile ever so slowly reach the troll’s eyes and hear her chuckle lowly alongside her.
how dana’s parents met! they end up creating a doctors practise together, aravi collecting herbs and supplies and Seran doing the main amount of healing. they love each other very much. Dana is a very much loved child.
Been wanting to draw this scene since I first heard it. There are so many scenes I’ve wanted to draw, but I had to do the completion of the quest after like 2.5 years of waiting for it to be completed.
“And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.”
Can I just say, that I absolutely love these two? I love Percy and Annabeth, I love them in the first series because they were best friends before they became romantic. I like that they like each other for their personalities, and Percy loves how Annabeth fights. I just love these two, protect them <3
Currently started reading the Heroes of Olympus, which I have not read yet… so this should be interesting! (NO SPOILERS OR I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN…)
So I’m a spirit worker, and though I’ve only been practicing a little bit over a year, I’ve worked with many different spirits with most of them being plants. This just comes from my own personal experience, so you don’t have to take this as law.
Different kinds of plants have different personalities (obviously). And as each plant has their own unique personality, generally they tend to be similar to other plants of the same type: cacti, succulents, vines, herbs, flowers, even going down to specific types such as lavender, pine trees, orchids, etc. And then, how they react to communication depends on what stage they are in: seedling, middle, adult, etc.
In general, plants tend to be fairly slow with communication. And they generally don’t use words. The plants i have worked with preferred sending general feelings and images of what they were trying to communicate. So be patient with yourself while working towards that communication. Whenever you try communication, start by giving a small offering. It can be elaborate, it can be watering it, spreading fertilizer (eggshells are good, a bit of sugar, stuff like that) around it, weeding around the roots, and small stuff like that. Introduce yourself, and just start talking. Explain what your day was like and what you did. You can sing to the plant, they tend to love that. Seedlings are more likely to talk very quickly to you, while old plants tend to take longer. The time frame can be from a couple of hours to a couple weeks depending on the spirit. If you want to create a relationship with the spirit, you’re going to have to communicate with the spirit regularly. This process will take a while as it would trying to improve any friendship.
After you’ve introduced yourself to the spirit, it’s time to create a friendship! Giving them small gifts/offerings is a great step. Spending time with them will also help with that. It doesn’t all have to be communication, you can read books aloud to them, watch movies with them, or anything else of that sort. Find out their name! Each spirit will have their own name, much like we do. Some of them are really hard to spell and/or pronounce so I won’t be giving any examples here. After building that friendship, you can do most anything you want! You can have them assist you with spells, amplify your energy, and other such things. Keep in mind that the amount of energy that the spirit will have depends on their vessel, the plant. The larger the life force, the larger the amount of energy that you can borrow is.
Dealing with death:
Now, most of the plants I have worked with have been seedlings, and because I’m not perfect in the slightest many of them have died. For me, dealing with the dead plant is a ritual to honor the spirit as it passes into a place where I haven’t been able to communicate with it yet. I give it back to the earth (bury it if I can, or just leave it in a place where it can give back to the earth. It gets a small funeral service, stating what they did for me, what I loved about them, that they will be missed, etc. Before you leave them there give them a small offering to help it’s passage, water, fertilizer, eggshell, etc. This isn’t necessary, but it is respectful and a good way for the spirit not to be mad.