Izznet H'unar
Journeyman
Izznet sat at the table and opened a notebook that was intended to make a list. That which was written instead was from her heart. She was a new creature, yet old. Finding her footing would prove to be an ongoing process. The journey took a turn and she was excited for it, yet terrified all at the same time.
When once I was asked of the perfect wedding my mind went immediately blank. I know things I care not in such an occasion. Words spoken to promises that may or may not be kept hold lesser value to the actions that prove their worth. I wish not to speak a vow, but rather live that which my heart holds true. So, with that said, how is that conveyed?
My deep desire is to walk the path in concert of the one I have chosen, and who has chosen me. There is a deep need to live in the blessing of nature as it surrounds us on our journey together. Have I not proven my heart? What is the testimony that is required to prove that which Is?
I had once thought a binding of hands would be sufficient. I find now it is lacking, but what I cannot tell. Sitting in front of the hearth, feet bare and heart open I seek answers to questions barely understood.
My faith is that the answers will come in their proper time. Perhaps patience will hold until what time that is fulfilled. “Wife” is a beautiful name to be called, and I will cherish it.
Is there such a creature that would fit who we have become? He is Dree, I am Mystic. What master of ceremony would be appropriate? Driad perhaps?
A soft chuckle as a stray thought invades deep contemplation.
What is the Pooka version of priest?
When once I was asked of the perfect wedding my mind went immediately blank. I know things I care not in such an occasion. Words spoken to promises that may or may not be kept hold lesser value to the actions that prove their worth. I wish not to speak a vow, but rather live that which my heart holds true. So, with that said, how is that conveyed?
My deep desire is to walk the path in concert of the one I have chosen, and who has chosen me. There is a deep need to live in the blessing of nature as it surrounds us on our journey together. Have I not proven my heart? What is the testimony that is required to prove that which Is?
I had once thought a binding of hands would be sufficient. I find now it is lacking, but what I cannot tell. Sitting in front of the hearth, feet bare and heart open I seek answers to questions barely understood.
My faith is that the answers will come in their proper time. Perhaps patience will hold until what time that is fulfilled. “Wife” is a beautiful name to be called, and I will cherish it.
Is there such a creature that would fit who we have become? He is Dree, I am Mystic. What master of ceremony would be appropriate? Driad perhaps?
A soft chuckle as a stray thought invades deep contemplation.
What is the Pooka version of priest?