Withdrawal and more Blood Crown scribblings

[tinhuviel]

Here I am at the 'libarry,' as the local yokels dare to call it. We're only allowed an hour at a time on the computer, so I zipped through my hour trying to catch up on email, then left to get cat food. After getting cat food, I apparently allowed my wallet to fall out of my purse at Bi-Lo. Only when I went to get out my library card to log on for another hour on the computer did I realise my card and the wallet in which it resides were both gone. So I hauled ass back to Bi-Lo where the folks at the front counter had my goods. Well...most of them. The $80 I had was gone, but everything else as intact. Cursing like a sailor under my breath, I thanked the Bi-Lo people and drove back to the library. And here I am ~ broke, surly, and going through Internet withdrawals bad. I hate being timed on my computer use and I despise the fact that I was stupid enough to lose my wallet. Gyah! And it hasn't even been a week that my computer has been gone. I'll be dead by the time the two to three weeks the Geek Squad may need to take to heal my computer has passed by. Dead, I tell you, dead!

I've been writing the old-fashioned way: with a pen applied to paper. My handwriting is atrocious. I figured I'd better transcribe what I have so far before I lose the ability to read what I've written. Right now, concentration on the scribblings and memory will get me through but, the longer I wait, the less of a chance I'll have to transcribing the mess. This bit was inspired by my recent reconnection with the Craft combined with the Tarmian Ways and rituals. Actually, I want to include a good amount of Tarmian tradition and way of life in this sequel. The Chalice wouldn't exist had it not been for the firm platform of dozens of notebooks of Deaghydhe/Tarmian language, ritual practice, myths and legends, and character developments on which it rests. I want Kelat's pre-Vampire days to be more prevalent in The Blood Crown. Her memories, particularly the ones she passes on to Cadmus that will help him retrieve the Blood Crown, will bring to life the ancient alien Elfin creatures who inherited the Earth millions of years before Humanity stirred in the dreams of the Earth Mother. Kelat is, after all, the Mother of Memory. I should focus more readily on that and let her live up to her Tarmian title.

Okay, so here it is.

"Yes, Cadmus, I dare. I have seen in the pools of possibilities, and I've determined that your best chance for accomplishing this quest of yours and surviving lies in your casting your lot with Orphaeus Cygnus. Your abilities and skills complement each other and, where one of you harbours weakness, the other exhibits strength."

"I have no weaknesses," Cadmus spat, his voice drenched with haughty disdain.

Kelat looked at him, mirth welling up in her throat, threatening to burst out as laughter. There was no point in arguing with Cadmus on this subject. He was too set in his ways and had believed for far too long that he was the pinnacle of perfection, being unique and superior to every race and species on Earth.

"Believe what you will, young one," Kelat said, letting her amusement shine through in her voice. "Now, won't you join me in meditation? The last time we had a chance to be this intimate, I walked the pathways of your mind. Today, I invite you to follow the ancient threads of my endless memory. Perhaps it will afford you the only chance you will have to learn a shred of your vast and colourful heritage."

Cadmus tilted his head to one side, considering Kelat's offer. Did he dare attempt to overtake the mind of the Mother of Memory? He had tried to devour her once, upon their first encounter, and was almost killed himself instead. Her invasion of his most arcane self was beyond his control or his capacity to stop her. What made him even consider the possibility of conquering her now, especially when they were both embraced in Kelat's sacred Circle? Her wards would certainly prevent any of Cadmus' grim magicks from having any effect on the Vampire Queen. After all, the history of the Tarmi was of distinct interest to Cadmus, since he was technically of full Elfin blood himsel. Cadmus relented his thoughts of conquest and turned his eternal gaze to his mother.

"I graciously accept your offer, Mother. How do we begin?"

Kelat beckoned Cadmus nearer to her and they sat at the altar facing one another. Kelat placed her hands on each side of Cadmus' face, but he stiffened and withdrew from her, heeding centuries of distrust and dislike of being touched.

"This needs to happened, son. Nothing untoward is intended."

Again, Kelat reached out to her beautiful, deadly son. He forced himself to relax as her cool, dry hands touched him, and he allowed Kelat to pull him to her until they touched foreheads.

Instantly, Cadmus found himself in a massive wooded grove. Even though the circular grove was overpoweringly large, it held a particular intimacy one wouldn't normally associate with a place its size. The Circle was rimmed with tall, frail-looking beings, their eyes giant pools of natural holiness, and their thin frames joined arm in arm to seal the Circle physically as well as magickally.

Further into the Circle stood an altar, inclined to the North. It was small and simple, its stone base set close to the ground. Upon the altar were five items: a dagger made silver with an antler handle lay to the fore. Left of the dagger sat a small bronze cup full of wine. At the head of the altar stood the ancient star symbol of the Deaghydhe and, to the right of that rested a feathered willow wand. In the center of altar sat a shallow carved mahogany basin. It contained water still as slumber.

Before the altar sat a man and woman, both of them astonishing in their untamed beauty. Cadmus could see himself in them and it stirred a feeling like pride. The man, adorned in animal skins and crowned with antlers, sat to the woman's right. His hair was an indistince colour, sometimes shimmering in reds and golds, sometimes billowing in shades of chestnut and ebony. The woman, her eyes two beauteous orbs of cerulean blue, was crowned with a living halo of honey bees. Dozens of them droned about her dark brown hair, weaving patterns as they circled in a sublime dance of living worship. She was simply robed in a raiment of black and grey.

"Who are these people?" asked Cadmus, who stood beside Kelat a ways away from the fascinating scene.

"The High Priestess and Priest there are my parents," Kelat replied. "Before me, my mother was Kelat'menan, the Mother of Memory, for our tribe. There none great or more beloved that She."


That's what I have so far. And I have three minutes left online. Crapola. Maybe I can get back on Saturday.

Hope all is well with you people, those I call My Friends. ::blows a Sithly kiss::

Oh, and HAPPY ALBAN EILER!!

Comments

[thomask.livejournal.com]

aww man! someone stole your cash? that's so wrong. sorry for the bad luck.

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Shite happens. Just one more reason to look forward to the Alpaca Lips.

[thomask.livejournal.com]

when cash will have no value and only barter will work. :)

[morriganwind.livejournal.com]

Sorry you lost your cash and your computer is with the geekly ones. This was a riveting and fascinating read. Definitely you should follow this and place more of the past into Blood Crown. :)

Indeed the computer timers suck at the liburry (as people around here call it).

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

I want to place as much of the past as I can in the Blood Crown without crossing over into that blasted realm my Prof aptly called plagiarism.

[morriganwind.livejournal.com]

Plagiaria...is a horrible place (which I just had to make up). Yeah, I'm a little off today ;)

Can't wait to read more though. Any update on the 'puter?

[miintikwa.livejournal.com]

It's a "liberry." It's a squishy berry full of knowledge and all that is good and right with the world.

Sorry 'bout the theft. Miss you! Hope to hear from you soon. I will send good money vibes your way. :D

*hug*

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Thank you, squidget.

I feel your pain!

[wholeinmysoul.livejournal.com]

I lost a greatly treasured money clip with nearly $100 2 months ago. Believe me, I know where you're coming from there!

Re: I feel your pain!

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Don't people suck?

[booraven22.livejournal.com]

Rassin Frassin on the money loss! (We'll tack on a karma plea tonight)

Blood Crown is sounding better and better, love! I'd love to hear more delving into the past as well. And of course I'm salivating at the prospect of more Orphaeus/ Cadmus interaction.

Hopefully your laptop will be healed and returned sooner rather than later and the writing shall commence. (I hear you on the pen & paper thing. I'm spending way too much time trying to translate my serial killer scrawlings from my moleskine to my laptop.)

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

I'm suffering from 'net withdrawals, kiddo!


After the initial quest into the past, Orphaeus Cygnus will show himsel, much to Cadmus' ire.

[booraven22.livejournal.com]

And I'm suffering YOU withdrawals! ::stamps feet::

I'm putting together a snailmail packet for ye. Some reading type stuff for you. :)
oh and go read http://popfiend.livejournal.com/1816248.html?thread=11133368#t11133368

I think it will make you smile. :)

[falkenna.livejournal.com]

What kind of freak takes money and then turns in the purse? It's happened to me, too. At least you got your library card back (just as I got into my house that night when purse with house key was returned).

Is it possible Blood Crown is going to be better than Chalice???????

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

People are weird and they suck too. It's possible Blood Crown may be better. Not sure. I'll be calling on your for your knowledge of Germany and Rome, if you don't don't mind.