Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Her eyes stared at his hand as if it were diseased as she leaned back a bit more. However she took in a deep breath, steeled herself, and reluctantly grasped his hand before beginning the dance. She managed to handle herself well as they moved. Then she stated,So she says, but no one's sight could be clearer than the Honored Wife. Her tone reflected the admiration and reverence for the woman. At the mention of shaman training she took in a deep breath and started,It was... Then came the part of the dance that she had never really been able to get the hang of. Not that she would have ever been able to get much experience previously. Her unfamiliarity caused her to lose her footing a bit and tumble as she quickly let out as if just remembering the word,Dizzy. She quickly regained however and came out strong as she continued,We spent many, many days honing our sight. I remember some days I didn't know if what I was walking the spiritual ground or not. Other times, the two worlds bled together. The things we took, the things I saw. It was all so dizzying. Eventually I found my footing on the spiritual ground and that was able to draw myself out without the Honored Wife's help. Then that's when she was able to guide me deeper. I was the most lovely thing i've ever experienced. She had been told since coming back that many of the others that had come with them had come back. Some a little worse. One of the orcs had even come back only to nearly blind themselves by trying to claw out their own eyes. But she had known a bit. In the bleeding of the worlds she had slowly started to notice the absence of their weight on the spirit world. There were some who were unable to find their way out and the Honored Wife had to force them out. She had come close to losing herself to the spirits many times, but she was able to follow the guide by the Honored Wife. At least until she had actually been able to walk the realm on her own. Then the two had spent their time walking into the deepest realms where she could learn the extent of the sight. She briefly had a glazed look as she remembered the month she spent before coming back to the village. However, it faded just as quickly as it came before she asked,How about the chieftain? When we were children we always heard the stories and rumors of his honor. What was his training like? Since we've been gone, has anything else interesting happened. She wanted to ask an additional question however she bit her tongue and refused to utter the words. The question that was really on her mind was how he had ever gotten the chieftain's attention with how dishonorable he was. Yet she supposed that their chieftain would never let one who would go against their code to take the throne. She supposed the chief had been able to shape him up a bit. Were he still the same orc she had left, she was sure he would have been just as disgusting as he had been in their youth. Her feelings still weren't swayed though. Deep down she still saw him as that insufferable cur who picked on her because she was the weakest. There might have been at a very early time they were actually friends. However as she started to be pulled from the group, he had turned on her. Started to attack her, non physical ways, but still. The day he and that other orc trampled that rare flower, he left a permanent imprint on her.