Pluma Verde

The Ubar was not the only one that was not resting well, recently. There were so many undercurrents flowing through the camp and her life, that the kaiila trainer had not been sleeping all that well either. It was nothing of a serious nature, just enough thoughts that could not be put completely at rest when she tried to sleep. Many a night, it was seemingly never ending swirls of deep, rich colors. Somber colors. There were times that the dark head would toss on the furs, soft murmurs coming from her. Nothing really intelligible, just whispers of her own psyche.

This night was no different. Not really nightmares, but the uneasy sleep of one that had much on her mind. Loch was barely awake when he pulled her closer, kissing her temple trying to calm her so that she would be still, and he could sleep better. Presently a soft, sigh came from her as she seemed to calm. Soft words swirled around in her mind, the voice of Tarra coming to her from a distance, caressing in nature.

" A daughter and a sister, you are within maelstrom that is not always clear, sometimes what appears one way is not as it seems, look beyond the obvious and see what is true. Your heart and generosity is your strength as is compassion. There is going to come a challenge for you and a moment of fear that much is lost, have faith. Do not falter. Choose your battles wisely for some are not worthy of you or others. There is another challenge that you and others will be needing to stand together for. You feel many things right now. You and a few others will need to when the time comes to, form a circle of protection for Chay, I cannot tell you more but without you she may die. It will be up to you and others to see how to help her. Trust in yourself, your heart and the women. We are the strong ones. We are the life givers. I will be with you and most of all trust in love."

The words swirled around in her consciousness, partly giving comfort, but on another level, confusing her even more. So much to think about, so much to try and sort through. But surprisingly, it did not upset her. In fact, she remained calm for the rest of the night, lost in much needed, dreamless sleep.

When she did finally arouse many ahn later, she would find something grasped in her hand. Tired eyes stared at it for a long time, pondering the import of it. Slowly she gets up, takes the old wooden chest from under a pile of furs and places the feather with the other things that held meaning to her. What the meaning of it was, she did not know, but she was sure it would be revealed in time. This done, she stumbled back to the furs, and slept again.