Well I got my nose job done. I have to go easy for a few days but will lawn bowl tomorrow.
Worked on Forks In The Trail for a while.
I'll paste a tidbit of it on.
Later as the shadows started to widen into darkness, after studying Roj’s face in the flickering of the flames, Teri said softly, “You want to try again.” It was a statement not a question.
Roj showed no surprise but simply looked up and nodded.
“Okay, this time you are on your own, no drink to help you along. Now stare into the fire, blot out everything except what is before you. I will sing a little and you should join in when you feel you can.”
Teri waited while Roj composed himself, after a few minutes, she started to hum a strange wavering tune. Roj didn’t react for several more minutes then without realizing he joined in and they hummed together. After a few more moments she started to insert a chant of words and when she paused Roj carried on. Suddenly he stiffened and abruptly went silent, Teri, anticipating, stopped as well. Under her breath she whispered, “fly nephew fly.”
The minutes passed, Teri slumped back onto the ground. A tiny smile formed on her lips and she whispered, “Oh thank you Grandmother, you were a good teacher and now your great grandson will understand the ancient ways of yours and his people.”
As Teri lay back and waited for Roj’s ‘return’, her mind flicked back to those years of so long ago when Grandmother had discovered her ability and bridged the spiritual gap between her Indian heritage and that of Teri’s.
Teri had far exceeded any expectation that Grandmother may have had of her and had found a warrior’s soul beneath the layers of time that had hidden her abilities. That soul when released had in the past proved to be a vengeful spirit.
Just as her thoughts were starting to move to some of the events of the past, Roj’s body gave a shudder and he made a slight noise. He had returned.
Worked on Forks In The Trail for a while.
I'll paste a tidbit of it on.
Later as the shadows started to widen into darkness, after studying Roj’s face in the flickering of the flames, Teri said softly, “You want to try again.” It was a statement not a question.
Roj showed no surprise but simply looked up and nodded.
“Okay, this time you are on your own, no drink to help you along. Now stare into the fire, blot out everything except what is before you. I will sing a little and you should join in when you feel you can.”
Teri waited while Roj composed himself, after a few minutes, she started to hum a strange wavering tune. Roj didn’t react for several more minutes then without realizing he joined in and they hummed together. After a few more moments she started to insert a chant of words and when she paused Roj carried on. Suddenly he stiffened and abruptly went silent, Teri, anticipating, stopped as well. Under her breath she whispered, “fly nephew fly.”
The minutes passed, Teri slumped back onto the ground. A tiny smile formed on her lips and she whispered, “Oh thank you Grandmother, you were a good teacher and now your great grandson will understand the ancient ways of yours and his people.”
As Teri lay back and waited for Roj’s ‘return’, her mind flicked back to those years of so long ago when Grandmother had discovered her ability and bridged the spiritual gap between her Indian heritage and that of Teri’s.
Teri had far exceeded any expectation that Grandmother may have had of her and had found a warrior’s soul beneath the layers of time that had hidden her abilities. That soul when released had in the past proved to be a vengeful spirit.
Just as her thoughts were starting to move to some of the events of the past, Roj’s body gave a shudder and he made a slight noise. He had returned.
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