I think this matter is best discussed privately, if you grant me leave to enter.

Trial in.

Released now by the memories of his tribe, Osseo, but recently bereft of all that he once knew, left behind his sky burial, rising gently and unafraid through the lower boughs of the linchpin of the sacred world. Parallel to the Trunk, the warm wind at his back pushing softly, floating ever higher o...

The drums sounded a mournful heartbeat across the clear mountain air, a lament for the loss of the one in Osseo's chest. A memorial filling his place in the circle, a place left otherwise empty in his honour. One by one the tribe had gathered. Babes in their mothers arms and ancients on the arms of ...

High above the thickly forested pine slopes that the Ardanien call home, pushing free of the green canopy and stretching toward the heavens through which the hawk soared, rises Onekwenhtara, the red mountain, painted at dawn and dusk with the blood of the sun. Here, at the very roof of their world, ...

If it's any consolation Murrin, I am just as much in the dark. That's fine...I'll just throw stuff at Syl until I get something working.

No idea what I'm going to, or supposed to, do.

balon! wrote:Between the 1st and the 6th.

So the 6th. Right.

Deadline?

Cross legged in a pine clearing, high above the camp of his people, see To'mo-a-too'ah, Sky Child, chosen of the Ardanien, trapped in his vision quest. Days, perhaps weeks, fading into the mist of no-time, the meaningless space between sleep and wakening through which his spirit struggles on its sea...

I see you.