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The world had once seemed so small to the woman who forsook the name Rahma. There was Serrah, there was the Murtagh, and there was her [i]idda-ti[/i]--and beyond these few peoples, little else had really ever seemed to matter. It hadn’t been until the day that her understanding of reality had been shattered that she’d ever considered there was more to her world than what she could see, what she could remember, and the stories that she had been told. Now, she was aware of [i]so[/i] much more--she was aware of other landmasses, of the [i]kayhins[/i] in distant lands, and the world of unformed ideas and desires that lay gently cloistered beneath this one. For the first few days, it had been positively maddening--she’d done nothing but sit still astride her camel, meditating, and trying desperately to withstand the deific deluge of information poured into her mind by the one called Fìrinn. Serrah had watched over her, of course, and she had watched over him as he slept and the same world revealed itself to him beneath the light of Qibbar Husnu. The transition from the mundane to the--comparatively--divine had been absolutely staggering.

Then, as they’d reached Tekhen, she’d met the first of her… siblings? Compatriots? She knew not what to call them other than those who had similarly been chosen for a destiny beyond the mundane. Naomh Chruinne, as he’d introduced himself, had brought to her attention eight wondrous mirrors through which Naomh Cagairean could see the endless Dream itself, glinting slightly in half-remembered light and just beyond recollection. She had heard the almost-voice of their God ring out in her mind, telling her what needed to be done with those precious artifacts. She’d had little choice but to go, immediately, and used one of those strange gateways to enter into the world of the Dream and walk through the world she imagined Serrah experienced when he slept. He’d guided her across the endless Dream, leaving her to focus upon the manipulation of the great slab of crystalline mirror that she’d been ordered to deliver so she didn’t drop it or otherwise damage it. After two days of walking she’d placed the mirror down, walked through it, and found that both it and she had arrived in a landscape wholly unfamiliar to her.

The sun was mild (by comparison), grassy hillocks stretched out before her, and it was so cool and airy that she felt chilly by comparison. An involuntary shudder wracked her body before she shook herself off and placed a hand upon the mirror, causing it to levitate slightly and follow behind her. She had little in the way of direction, but each step she took seemed to anchor her mind more firmly to this new land that she had found herself in and she could feel the distant minds of others across the Collective Unconscious, perceptible but currently out of reach. She directed her tentative footsteps--wholly unprepared for the sensation of so much [i]grass[/i] against her feet and the [i]smells[/i] of this strange land--towards the mass of minds she could distantly sense, and withdrew into the confines of her mind as her feet moved her ‘cross the world. In the far distance, the mass coalesced ever tighter, as hills and stone eventually gave way to beaten paths, surrounded by moss-grown protrusions in the rocky ground. Wild green grass gave way little by little to sapling shrubs and stone fences surrounding verdant little spurts sown haphazardly across a hand-ploughed field. On one of the fences some fifty paces away sat a group of five men, each with pipes in their mouths and smoke in their midst, exchanging jokes and stories after a hard morning’s work. When the woman once named Rahma walked by them, however, the laughter stopped, and narrow eyes followed her every step. As she approached the town proper, the working farmers grew more numerous, and evermore stares fixed on the amalgam entering into Ha-Dûna.

A guard wearing a loosely sewn fur hat, a brown, dirty linen shirt, long hide breeches, with bark tied about his feet in place of shoes, raised his hand with a flat palm in response to her approach, his red and green tantan-patterned woolen cape gliding off his arm as he did, falling to the spring-cold grass. [abbr=“Halt, stranger. What's your business here?"]”Brehmse, ingkjaenning. Cad dorran Irh seo?”[/abbr]

Naomh Cagairean cocked her feathered brow as she was brought back to focus and her reverie slipped away. She hadn’t quite heard what the man had said, but it only took her a moment to slip into the details of her implicit memory and reconstruct the words he’d spoken. Unfortunately for her, she did not understand even a single word of what he’d said. 

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”I’m sorry, I’m not sure we speak the same language?”]”Anasif, nahn alkalam te allughar?”[/abbr][/color] came the reply, instinctively, in her native tongue. She felt as though she’d picked up a few bits and pieces of the intent behind his words, but it wasn’t something that she could rely on--and certainly not something she was confident in. She paused for a moment, seeming to stare listlessly, as she focused. She needed to tap into the Collective Unconscious to be able to actually interact with these people, but it wasn’t as if she’d been [i]taught[/i] when she became a Seeker--the knowledge was just… sort of there, embedded within her skull, and working out how to actually access it in a practical way wasn’t something she’d really turned her mind to as yet.

She made a point to nod to the mirror behind her, now sitting on the ground, and from within its depths a brief glimpse of the Behindling, Faileasiar, could be seen. She hoped that such a display might be something they were familiar with--after all, Fìrinn had told her in no uncertain terms to deliver the mirror here--but she suddenly had a vivid recollection of her first time seeing the monstrosity of glass and claws that the God of Truth called its avatar and shuddered, wondering if it [i]had[/i] been the right thing to do after all.

The guard looked up at the glass behind her and almost reached for the trusty stone adze at his belt. He took on a nervous stance, more of the farmers approaching to marvel at it and the stranger. Some of the farmers took on strange gestures and turned to one another accusingly, as though something unspeakable had been said by their neighbours without a single word being spoken. The guard gestured out to the crowd with explosive pointing. [abbr=”Stand back! Stand back!” Alright, you - I…”]”Houphokke, houphokke! Ihr, yah…”[/abbr] His expression mellowed and he cast a glance over his shoulder before gesturing for her to come along. [abbr=”I best bring you to the druids. Follow me, stranger.”]”Tehl druïthanas, eg burdan tapa met Ihr. Gengange heg, ingkjaenning.”[/abbr] He turned and followed the dirt road street towards an open palisade gate.

Naomh Cagairean took a moment, gesturing rapidly with her hands to signify that she needed a moment, as she turned to the mirror and placed a hand upon it. After a couple of seconds of deep concentration she caused it to lift itself just barely off of the ground once more and moved to follow along. This time, she’d actually [i]understood[/i] a few of the words--it seemed that perhaps proximity to the natives of the land was enough for her to intuit the meaning behind what they were saying--but it did not leave her any closer to actually being able to speak with them herself. She elected not to say anything else, simply following along with an intense furrow of concentration upon her feathered brow. The more she focused, the closer she was able to home in on their thoughts and their Truths--but levitating the mirror and attempting to come to understand them and their language simultaneously was an arduous process for one with as little practice as she. She figured that she had the rest of the journey to move the process along, however, and decided to simply concentrate upon what she was doing until such a point as the connection was fully made.

The guard stopped and frowned. [abbr=”Stranger - the druids will want to see what you have brought. If possible, please come along.”]”Ingkjaenning - druïthanas jakr oyenstirra kosenan Ihr soem tapati met. Om molict, gengange betta.”[/abbr] Among the farmers, short-lived brawls and general looks of disgust and embarrassment swept across the crowd. Other guards approached from the palisade walls, armed with sticks and hard eyes. Anxious stares fixed on the mirror, and everyone seemed more and more eager to just get it to the druids.

As if struggling to concentrate, the woman gave a slight nod of her head and simply continued as she had been previously--the amount of focus required was proving to be quite extraordinary, after her several-day journey through the Dream and the current assault of unfamiliar sensory input she was experiencing within this new world. As she scrunched her eyes, first squinting and then closing them outright, she became more and more keenly aware of a humid, uncomfortable heat building up within her--the heated gaze of the villagers around her flooding her with an anxiety and caution that she only recognised from one other place--when they’d first seen [abbr=Impatience, the Unfulfilled]An-fhuras[/abbr]. That particular encounter was markedly more distressing than this one, but even now she could feel the culmination of those heated stares building up within her, as if transferring the feelings associated with them across the air, and for a second it almost felt like home before the reality of the emotions struck her. She focused on her breathing, in and out, as she tried desperately to maintain her focus and followed the guard as she’d been bidden. The guard nodded and the two of them passed by some of his colleagues jogging to the crowd to break up a fight. Inside the palisade walls, the marketplace was bustling, though merchants and customers soon turned away from each other and to the massive mirror instead. The guard made way for the two of them to pass through, and as the Collective Consciousness leaked into the people around them, they, too, seemed to grow increasingly uncomfortable at its presence. Eventually, though, they arrived at the archdruids’ longhouse, situated next to the holy circle of monolithic statues. The guard raised his hand to Naomh Cagairean and spoke, [abbr=”Wait here.”]”Fanacht seo.”[/abbr] Then he stepped up the two stone steps and dipped under the animal skin curtain door.

As the guard disappeared into the house, Naomh Cagairean found herself drawn to the circle of standing stones. Her gaze drifted over to it, and soon she felt herself walking towards it as if drawn by some strange force. She, and the mirror behind her, drifted steadily towards the circle--and as she got close enough to examine them fully, she smiled to herself as she remembered her [i]idda-ti’s[/i] exaltation of the Gods above.

[color=#2BB0D8]“Qibbar Husnu. Ura ‘Aliaa. Miġra Zaʿl. Buʿr Iynas. Zharuuʿ. Kiʿranuʿjaza. Jinasa. Fìrinn.”[/color] She went over their names, one by one, speaking each as if a tempest of song brewed within her lungs and soon she found herself humming along to the tune of the song that Zahna used to sing to them when the [i]kayhins[/i] were due to come and teach them. She offered a prayer to each, placing a hand delicately upon the carved stone, as she walked the perimeter of the circle and she stopped before the statue she recognised as her own patron. Before that statue she knelt, focusing in solemn prayer, and something in her mind [i]clicked[/i]--she fully attuned herself with the Great Weave around her, and tasted unfamiliar words upon her tongue and strange memories tattooed across her eyes. 

[abbr=”Welcome, stranger from distant lands!”]”Faltep, langtvaysturasingkjaenning!”[/abbr] came a voice from behind her. A white-robed man bowed curtly and shifted between her and the massive mirror in her tow. [abbr=”I am Kaer Togen, archdruid of Ha-Dûna. It’s an honour to be visited by a disciple of the Mirroring God. I trust that is what you are, yes?”]”Eg an Kaer Togen, dûnaska erkdruïthe. An aere agat Ihr hos linn, scaythanhelgfolging. Ihr an scaythanhelgfolging, ya, noi?”[/abbr]

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Hail, friend. I am Naomh Cagairean and, indeed, a disciple of the Watcher Behind--one of his Seekers of Truth, come to deliver this artifact to a centre of worship for its people.]”Pralmir, vrient. Eg an Naomh Cagairean aug, sànnleg, an scaythanhelgfolging - sànnsòker, tapatat seo helgingskvia fòr bònnikt daoinan.”[/abbr][/color]

Naomh Cagairean extended a hand slightly out and gave a friendly wave, before awkwardly turning back to the statue and the mirror for a few seconds. She completed the last remnants of her prayer and then turned back to the archdruid, the barest hint of a smirk upon her face.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Forgive me my… poor grasp of your tongue. It is difficult to speak with borrowed knowledge.”]”Peklaigan egi fattegi ordtòngan. Skellig snakka le lànti kunnana.”[/abbr][/color] she cobbled together, a little nervously, before straightening her back and gesturing to the mirror once more.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Fìrinn has tasked me with delivering this artifact to you and yours. It is an entrance to the infinite Dream, and as a site of some importance the Two-as-One wish for it to be connected to the others.”]”Scaythanhelging Fìrinn ordratat heg tapata helgingskvian tehl Ihr aug Irhi. An draumverdportan, aug an Dhá mar Aon sett ónskan fòr kopla le annanan.”[/abbr][/color]

The elderly man nodded and approached the mirror. He hovered his hand over its surface with closed eyes and sucked in a slow breath through the nose. [abbr=”Oh yes… This is the work of the Mirroring God… The presence - it’s so similar to that of the Hir’s appearance. This beauty, this wonder. How have we become worthy of this honour?”]”Ya… Kosenan an scaythanhelging Fìrinn sett hverke... Fòlelsan - moth mar [i]Hir[/i] sin dukkopper. Shonhetran, unteran. Eim korleis allreie faat aeran?”[/abbr]

Naomh Cagairean took a step back and then to the side, removing herself from direct line of sight to the strange mirror, before laying a hand against its edge and giving Kaer Togen a slight smirk--though his eyes were closed, he would feel the slight spark of mirth within him through the strengthened collective unconscious around them.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”It’s… I can’t claim to understand the Reflected One’s desires, even when it speaks to me. To us. There are eight of these mirrors, one for each of the Druidic Gods, and I believe it wishes to connect holy places across vast distances. This is the second to be placed.”]”Eg… Eg vàgakan ik forstanda scaythanhelgingan sena ònskanan, féinom snakkan met heg. Linn. An ocht scaythana, oan fòr kvar druïthanhelging, aug eg trûr ònskan kopla le annanan helgenseoanan. Kosenan an dhátma setyatat.”[/abbr][/color]

She could practically feel how uncomfortable it would make the Druids to mention directly receiving orders from a god that they worshipped--but given the circumstances, and the mirror, she hoped that it would not vilify her already tenuous standing with these people too much. She let her hand rest upon the edge of the mirror gently as she waited for a response, and let the conscious element of her focus drift out towards the wind and the grass, and the faint flurry of song she could hear emanating from it all. This place was utterly foreign to her, in practically every way, but she could still feel the Worldsong and for that she was infinitely grateful.

Kaer Togen bowed curtly again, and a small posse of his colleagues shuffled over to the mirror with pots of fresh water, clean rags and improvised fine brushes fashioned from cattle fur. [aggr=”Understandable. Whatever the Mirroring God’s intentions, we are eternally grateful for this gift. Please, allow my brothers and sisters to brush off the dust and soil that the wind and rain no doubt have cast upon it.”]”Forstandlikt. Oanstirrat scaythanhelging Fìrinn sen rún, eim an eivigi raibh fòr brontaphet. La egi kaer bròra aug kaer sòra nigha scaythanan fri fòr gaothsproyti jorda aug stòvi betta.”[/aggr] The druids knelt down and started wringing rags.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”I am only following orders, but, uh… you’re welcome! I will have to teach you how it operates at some point, but I have spent the best part of two days awake and travelling here--is there a place I could rest?”]”Eg kun gengangan helgingsord, ach, ah… Fáilte! Eg jakr làra Irh korleis penytsa aon gang, ach eg vàkanatat dhá lána aug reistatat seo. An kvilaseomra?”[/abbr][/color]

Naomh Cagairean asked the question with a sheepish grin on her face, but as soon as she’d finished it was immediately clear that a great deal of exhaustion was being kept at bay--her fairly bedraggled appearance, grimy feathers, and suddenly slumped posture gave away her body’s need for sleep even if her words and tone--borrowed though they were--didn’t. She took another moment to herself, stifling a yawn, before taking another look around the settlement as she awaited a response. The druids about the mirror’s feet began to clean with care and precision akin to handling a newborn, and Kaer Togen approached Naomh Cagairean with an outstretched hand.

[abbr=”Naturally, naturally - a divine messenger such as yourself shall receive nothing less than our most esteemed room in the Hall of the Weary. I shall lead it to you personally. Come.”]”Feinsagt - helgingsbûd mar Ihr fòrtyenan eimi fearriska seomra i Traochtashallan. La heg fòran Ihr feinlikt. Gengangen heg betta.”[/abbr] 


[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”The mirror is a physical entry to the Endless Dream, the realm of Ai’jaal. Through it, one may travel vast distances in short periods of time--I came from my city of Tekhen to here in only two days, though… I am not sure how far apart they are. This land looks nothing like mine. I heard my brother say that this is another… continent, I think he said, though I am not sure exactly what that means.”]”Scaythanan an draumverdportan, Ai’jaal sen verd. Giennam reistikan langi standana gearr tïd -- eg komat bhailebykdan Tekhen aug seo kun dhá láa, da. Eg veitan ik kor langi seo ann. Talamhan oyanstirran heilt annleisi. Hòrt bròran seia seo annanan mór-roinn. Trûr bròr seiat sà, ach eg ik sikr.”[/abbr][/color] 

It was clear that Naomh Cagairean was making an effort to tell the archdruid as much of the information necessary as possible, but the speed at which she spoke and her still-tenuous grasp of the language did her no favours and by the time she’d finished speaking it would likely have made more sense if she’d just stayed silent. She followed along dutifully, though, and made passing comments about the things she saw that were new to her--much of the technology they used here was completely foreign, and she couldn’t even begin to conceive of what it might be used for in the state she was in. Eventually they would arrive, however, and Naomh Cagairean very hurriedly made her way to the bed provided for her and promptly fell asleep, fully clothed as she was.

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The next morning, the druids in town, as well as an exclusive selection of members from their families, came to witness the great mirror, supposedly a portal between lands and worlds. At all times, there were at least two druids guarding it, and two more praying to it while also making certain not even a single bypassing speck of dust could settle on its surface for longer than the blink of an eye. Kaer Togen cordially led Naomh Cagairean into the courtyard to behold it - it had been placed in the middle of the circle of the gods, reflecting the dawning sun onto the buildings and wall before it. Kaer Togen gestured to the mirror and spoke, [abbr=”Dear friend, now forgive me if I come off as impatient, but how would one operate this sacred portal?”]”Kaer vrient, peklaigan egi otòlmodka tavir, ach korleis penytsan helgingsportan?”[/abbr]

Naomh Cagairean had barely had time to adjust to the area--somehow feeling strangely tired, despite the fact the sun was rising here--before her awakening by the druids. Naturally, it was something she made sure not to complain about, but by virtue of her inherent blessings as a Seeker of Truth there was no doubt that those nearby would feel some small inkling of her persistent tiredness and grouchiness.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Well, it starts with a solemn prayer to the Two-as-One. After reaching the correct frame of mind, a memory must be offered to the portal for entry to be allowed--it can be anything, I think, but those that prevent the self from reaching enlightenment or those that previously helped one reach enlightenment are favoured. When the memory has been offered, the individual may pass through the mirror and into the dream. Does your order learn Dreamwalking, at all?”]”Tja, pekynnan le aektbònn tehl Dhá mar Aon. Tar oppatnà sannsinnan, minna burdan rúna tehl portan fòr isteach -- minnan anakan alt, eg trûr, ach brehmsa oppatéaning ou fàr hielpatat mathr oppatnà oppatéaning ònskas. Nuair minnan gittat, mathr isteachkan tehl dreaumverdan. Ihri ciorcal làran draumganga heil tatt?”[/abbr][/color]

Naomh Cagairean attempted to keep her explanation simple, but her present tiredness perhaps made her a little more curt than she would ordinarily have been--and though she tried to punctuate her points with little fragments of her knowledge and experience through the Collective Unconscious, it was challenging to focus upon that and borrowing the druids’ knowledge of their language simultaneously while not having had as much rest as ordinarily required.

A young druid came to her with a cup of water, kneeling down as she offered it up to her. The water looked energetic and sparkly, as though it tried to skip out of the cup. The druid didn’t say a word during her gesture, and Kaer Togen offered a deep, thoughtful growl. [abbr=”... We’ve been… Receiving dreams and visions from the Mirroring God - images that could very well portray this, this dreamwalking you speak of. Still, however, stories of far-off sages travelling week-long distances in hours have reached us here. We have not made any progress on it, though. Although, one of our colleagues almost moved his mind completely out of his form during one experimental incident.”]”Eim mottatatu scaythanhelging Fìrinn sene syn aug drauma - billetta mar afbiltikan draumgangan Ihr snakkatat om. Ollikvàl, an fyarnkommatti tèllinga mar si an vìsmanta reistikan ûkalangi reisa pà uairs. Eim restikan ik mar dei, ach anat druïthe nastan draumatat vekk sinnan se.”[/abbr] He chuckled to himself before his brows collected into an earnest frown. [abbr=”How large must this memory need to be, though?”]”Kor mór burdan minnan ana fòr reista?”[/abbr]

Naomh Cagairean took the water with a grateful smile and a mouthed word of thanks, bowing her head deeply and drinking from the liquid as she did so. The water was refreshing in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time--living in the badlands as she did--and she was taken off guard by its fizz and its vigour. She was sure she could see the young druid stifle a smirk, and she returned a smirk as she noticed it. As she swallowed, the shroud of tiredness that had hung over her seemed to lift immediately, and her mood seemed to improve immediately--far beyond the level of refreshment that an ordinary cup of water could provide. She could almost taste the gold of the sun upon it, and gave silent thanks to Ura’ Aliaa as she did so, making a wry mental note that it was about time she gave her something to renew and refresh her, instead of assaulting her with the full fury of the desert sun.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Hm. It is only through these mirrors that one may move vast distances through the Dream, but its nature is such that all the sages ‘cross all the world are connected through their dreams and share their stories… It doesn’t surprise me that you’ve heard of such feats. Learning to walk the Dream is difficult--I was never any good at it until Fìrinn chose me to act as a Seeker… but I could ask my brother, Serrah, to visit you in your sleep and help guide you? He’s a very powerful dreamwalker.”]”Hm… An kun giannam scaythananan mathr reistikan langi standana giannam drauman, ach grûnvoll an verdkringi vismantana tou koplans saman giannam dei draumana aug telyan dei tellinga. An ik overaskandi Ihr hòrtat slik. Làratat draumganga an skellig - eg anat aldrei flinki fàr Fìrinn scaythanhelging valktat heg pli sànnsòker… ach eg frògakan men bròran, Serrah, besòka Ihr nuair Ihr kvilan aug hielpa Ihr? An mór draumganging.”[/abbr][/color]

Naomh Cagairean rubbed the back of her head, a small and embarrassed smile playing on her lips as she admitted her lack of proficiency in that particular art.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”The memory need not be of a specific size… but if Faileasiar does not find it satisfactory, they will not permit entry. I am sorry that I cannot give you more specific details--the Mirroring God is cryptic, even with me.”]”Minnan burdan ik ana saer stòrsmà… ach om Faileaslar ik synsan an brah, jakr ik iseachan. Eg peklaigan gittakan ik sikrari sanninga -- scaythanhelging an unvikani, féin le heg.”[/abbr] [i]... needlessly cryptic.[/i][/color] she thought to herself.

Kaer Togen scrunched his nose. [abbr=”Oh, he most certainly is - that he is… A visit from your brother to teach us, though - now that would be most satisfactory.”]”Ya, an slik, an slik. Ihri bròran làren heim, dà - eim jakr raibh!”[/abbr]. He snapped his fingers and another druid, most likely an apprentice, came over with a bowed head. Kaer Togen gave the apprentice his staff without even looking at him and approached the mirror again. His face then seemed to twist and turn slightly, and he shot sideways scowls at some of the other druids surrounding him. [abbr=”... And, if I may ask, is there a way to contain this thought leakage? My mind is filling with foreign thoughts and I pray it could stop.”]”... Aug om eg frògakan, brehmsakan draumsceitheadan? Egi sinnan líona fremetshíla aug eg bónna kosenana svinn.”[/abbr]

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Ah! I’m sorry, that’s my fault. The Great Weave is stronger around me, and those not used to such strength often fail to control their natural ability to use it in my presence. The fact you are feeling so much is no doubt a sign of favour from the Mirroring God--simply focus your thoughts, feel the threads connecting you to the others, and close those you do not wish to partake of. It will take some practice, but if you master it while I am here, you should retain the ability after I have gone.”]”Ah, peklaigan, kosenan an men skylt. Mórteppan an sterkar thart heg, aug mathr mar ik kiennan styrka iomaí styrakan ik sen penyttgrûnevnan. Ihr fólan sà sterki petyran sannleg scaythanhelging an kry -- kun styre Ihri minna, fóle tràdna kopla tehl andrana, aug stenga dei Ihr lalekoman ik. Mathr burdan cleachtadha, ach om Ihr kann pendan eg an seo, Ihr burdan hàlda evnan nuair eg faer.”[/abbr][/color]

Naomh Cagairean offered a wan smile to the Archdruid, nervously clutching at her hempen robe as she did so. She focused enough to not let her doubt seep out of her like blood in water, but her face still expressed her anxiety against her will.

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”I’ll ask Serrah to visit you in your dreams. He should be able to teach you what you need to know. Is there anything else you’d ask of me?”]”Eg jakr fròga Serrah besòka Ihr nuair kvilan. Serrah burdan làra Ihr kosenanan Ihr làran burdas. An noe meir Ihr ònskan?”[/abbr][/color]

The druids around all closed their eyes in deep focus, Kaer Togen included. A time passed, during which a few of the druids grit their teeth audibly to push out any distractions. After a time, though Kaer Togen bowed. [abbr=”We will no doubt need to practice some more. As for additional requests, we couldn’t ask more of you than what you’ve already done for us. We, on the other hand, would love to offer you a place here for as long as you’d like. Our halls are yours for as long as you’d like, friend.”]”Eim burdan cleachtadha meir. Tehleg Ihr agat bûdt pà, eim frògakan ik meir. Ina eim rausikt tehlbûdan Ihr kvila hos eimi sà fada sà ònskan, eimi vrient.”[/abbr] 

[color=#2BB0D8][abbr=”Hm. I shan’t be making the journey back through the Dream for a number of days--without the proper protections and wakefulness it is extremely dangerous. The Mirroring God is mindful of mortal limitations, but the Dreaming One… much less so. I will spend some time in meditation, and perhaps any pressing needs will reveal themselves to me. Perhaps the Mirroring God will speak to me, or to you through me?”]”Hm… Eg jakr ik reista giannam drauman pà láa -- utan sànnskytning aug dúlagara an mór skellig. Scaythanhelging an tanksomi om mathrsinnanan, ach draumhelging… mykki mindri. Eg jakr passa tïd minntanka, aug kantarlú plûtsaligi kosena oppdukkan. Kantarlú scaythanhelging jakr snakka le heg, ou le Ihr giannam heg?”[/abbr][/color] Naomh Cagairean found herself already lost in thought as she considered the implications of returning. It would take at least a number of days to recoup her strength and allow Serrah to teach the druids, and to then guide her back through the corridors of the Dream. Perhaps she could use the time to divine what the Druids needed to know, what divine purpose beyond the delivery of an artifact had guided her to this place. If nothing else, she was quite certain that the Mirroring God had greater plans for her and for this place than a simple delivery.

[hider=Summary]Naomh Cagairean, formerly known as Rahma, uses the Veiled Ingress to cross the Dream and journey from Tekhen in Kubrajzar to Ha-Dûna in northern Toraan, bringing one of the mirrors along with her to gift to the druidic settlement. After a little time adjusting from her strenuous two-day journey within the Dream, she is able to access the Collective Unconscious and actually communicate with the natives, and there is culture shock to be had all around. Naomh Cagairean’s presence causes tensions within the druidic settlement to rise, as she enables all of the individuals around her to access the Collective Unconscious without intentionally doing so, but she controls herself until such a point as she meets with one of the archdruids. After a brief conversation Naomh Cagairean gifts them the artifact and rests for the night. The next morning she is invigorated by the blessings of the Basin of the Weary, and discusses with Kaer Togen how the mirror works, and offers to contact her brother Serrah to offer them Dreamwalking training. She resolves to stay for a few more days, awaiting instructions from the God of Truth and determining if she is required to share her understanding and knowledge.[/hider]

[hider=Fìrinn Might Expenditure]
Start: 2MP/3DP

-1DP - Enhance the Ceilte Iontráil with the Weavebound I title, allowing each of the mirrors to strengthen the Collective Unconscious in a fair distance around them. This allows even the uninitiated to access some of the basic abilities bestowed by the Collective Unconscious, and allows Fìrinn to respond to prayers without delay.

-1MP - Teach the people of Ha-Dûna the technology of using livestock-drawn carts and plows.

-1MP - Teach the people of Ha-Dûna the technology of simple glassmaking.

End: 0MP / 2DP[/hider]

[hider=Prestige]

Ceilte Iontráil - +5 / 5
Naomh Cagairean - +5 / 10
Ha-Dûna - +5 / 12
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