10th Day of Summer, 507 A.V. It was a strange thing. How many times had the shells been tossed? How many times had her young hands let the small things roll from her fingertips? The familiar smoothness announced changes and patterns; connections for those that practiced the art of fortunetelling. But now, there was a difference. Over the past week, Satu felt herself back at the very beginning, struggling to find meaning or lost connections in the small shells, but they were stubbornly reluctant to make their secrets known. That night she had slept fitfully, with dark dreams of strange and violent peoples. When she woke amid tangled sheets of silkiness, it was to a heavy fog in her mind, and the images of her nightmares went unremembered. Though apprehension filled her, the morning sun shone happily through the tall, thin windows and warmed her skin, while soft, yellow pillows surrounded her. The unknown troubles of the shells retreated in the wake of these comforts and the glint of the sun’s rays upon her scales. The Konti stretched luxuriously in the awaking morning and rolled onto her side towards the open window. Small petaled flowers sat in window boxes on the white, neighboring building and Satu smiled and yawned. Slowly she allowed her body to stretch, and unfold into its full length. Relishing the waking morning, the HeartSeer pushed the remaining uneasiness of nightmares away from her, though she could not seem to shake the sleepiness that tugged at her limbs. Stretching her arms out wide, she opened them to the day and her elbow grazed against the soft, velvety pouch holding her shells. Slowly her scaled hand drew it towards her along the sheets as she pushed herself to sitting, and folded her long legs beneath her. The satin-like gown slid down a pale shoulder as she opened the drawstring pouch. Upending it into her waiting palms, Satu let the multicolored, but predominantly pink shells tumble out. Her gaze rested lightly upon the treasure lying cool in her hands and her fingers traced over the opening ridges. Satu as always was reminded of the sea, and of her Grandmother. Today, was a new day, and so pretty of a morning! Determined to try again, Satu was convinced this was the day the frustrating vagueness of the disturbing future would end. The shells would show her direction, or at least a simplified answer. Did she truly want to know their secrets? She thought so. Was it not easier than being weighted down by unknowns? Smoothing out a working area on the sleeping pallet, Satu then brought the shells to her Heart and held them, lovingly against the warmth of the powerful Vessel. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Help me to see that darkness only hinted at... What does the future hide from me?” With open Heart, she meditated upon the question, letting it fill her mind and her being. Letting the words become her mantra, she asked over and again before she let the shells go. Tumbling down onto the pallet one by one they rolled where they would. Her eyes followed as some landed with ridges open and up, while others were closed with ridges down. A few landed together, with others distant and alone. A little “Oh!” sounded in the sleeping room, as tears spontaneously appeared in the young HeartSeer’s eyes. While this reading was much clearer than the readings of the previous week, it was not nearly enough information to understand. So much was still unknown! And what did it mean? Satu gazed at the shells again and softly touched a delicate fingertip to each smooth surface one by one as she studied them… Travel and Conflict. And Confusion. Death. Lots of Death. And Heartbreak. And groups of people… large groups. Though she could not make out what kinds of people they were... And loss, and loss, and loss. Laviku’s salty tears became too much to hold and they spilled over to run down her cheeks. A spontaneous prayer to Avalis !crossed her lips, “Oh! Mother Avalis, help me to see!” Her Heart ached and pleaded to know Her Will. “What is your plan for me?” All Satu wished, was to do well and right, and please Avalis! She wanted so badly to be good. And if she was honest, she also desired to stay in Mura forever, but Satu could find nothing of these things in the reading of the pink shells. Distraught, Satu threw herself onto her pillows as sobs racked her body and the shells rolled out of place upon the bed. |