5 am is NOT when I’m at my best. Little Tree is a monster, I tell you, a MONSTER. He asked me to come by for something special. I was thinking, maybe a field trip to meet some of the other priests in town, learn some things, home not too late. HE was thinking walk EVERYWHERE, literally, and look at EVERYTHING. Well, everything except the barbarians who didn’t like it when I stared. Here is a funny fact about me, I usually pay attention to lots of things at the same time, but the minute you tell me to concentrate on something, it flies away. And just so you don’t mistake me, by everywhere, I meant it. He even hired a canal boat to take us up and down ALL the canals. It was his money but… We even walked into Gold’s Reside, to the temple there. I’d been expecting that all day… Maybe Little Tree got lost? But the sermon? I could have done better in my sleep. Matter of fact I think I did sleep until Little Tree pinched me. Finally the day was done. Time for me to return for a well deserved rest, and to think strongly whether I wanted anymore “spiritual” advice from Little Tree. I mean, I can understand a bit of the meditations, and the saying prayers and stop charging people to make them feel better. I get that. But the gods don’t want me as I am, they want me as they want me to become.
- Remember to remind gods that I am not clay the next time we have a chat***
Oh, but diary, it didn’t end with end of day, oh no. He had an assignment for me. Come back the next day with 10% of my material wealth. That was painful, truly. But the next day, I showed up with 10% of the money I had. Little Tree looked askance at this. “Where’s the rest?” he asked. I explained that this was all the money I currently had. Then he asked about the bank. Ok, that was a definite deal breaker. He wanted me to go to the bank, and take out 10% to add to my already GENEROUS amount that I had. He tried to get me to go, pushing, prodding, but when I sat my ground, he sent me home. Thank the 7 gods, the man could see reason when it bit his nose off!
I was exhausted when I got home, yesterday had been quite strenuous, and I have small legs. I decided to take a nap, however, it didn’t go as I had expected. I had a nightmare, where pythos sent lightning down to obliterate every last copper I owned, my carriage, my livelihood, all gone in an instant. I woke screaming the first time, covered in sweat the second, and angry as Lierin when someone flirts with her the third. I went down to the tavern and had a large helping of alcohol. I’d never drunk before, and it wasn’t long before I needed to be carried up to my rooms (hey, at least I’m light), and put back to bed. It didn’t work! Unbelievable! So, then, I made myself the tonic that put the urichi to sleep (not the one that had them soiling their drawers) and drank that, desperate for some rest. And here is where I am reminded that gods like clay, and have ways of making it conform.
I showed up again with Little Tree, and flung one of my notes of credit at him, so angry and the indignity. He must have prayed to Pythos for the nightmares, so he could take what he wanted and be damned for it. But no, he made me walk to the bank, and he adjusted the letter so that there was 700 remaining on it. It was weird, because the banks don’t DO that. Then he told me I was to go help some poor people and do some healing and such. Again, something I had expected. But, he wanted me to give people MONEY as well! For the privilege of healing the scum of the earth, I was supposed to pay! I almost walked away again, but the nightmares plagued me and I had a feeling they weren’t going to let up if I didn’t do what Little Tree demanded. He can claim that he didn’t ask the gods to send me the dreams, but I don’t have to believe him. Frustrated, disheartened, exhausted, I set a bowl with all the money in it, the opposite of my tip jar, and let people take what they felt they needed. It hurt too much to hand them the money myself.
As the day progressed, I got into the mending and tending of the people. They were truly in need, and I enjoyed the skills I had enhanced with Itu. Maybe, this was a way of undoing some of the evil he had done, taking his skills and training and transforming a community without destroying it. I began to feel a sense of euphoria. I looked down at one point to make sure I wasn’t glowing. Actually it was rather disturbing. When Little Tree asked if I would be willing to do it again in a month, I looked at him as if he had fallen on his head. He rapidly clarified that he wasn’t speaking of the money part, just the going among the poor and healing. I readily agreed to that, and I even offered to go twice a month. That night, when I slept, the people came to me and thanked me for my assistance and my coins.
*Explain to the gods that I don’t enjoy being whipped into doing something, give me the honey, I like the honey*
Little Tree let me sleep in today, telling me that I was going to do a show for the people of lowtown and to bring some props. I brought Ardell with, since I find him very valuable to the performance. However, Little Tree introduced me with the explanation of my journey to become a priestess, highlighting all my greed and love of a good show. I wanted to curl up and die right then, and the heckling started. I almost left, but I was also angry. I demanded that someone horribly hurt come up so I could PROVE that the gods had returned and turned me into their own little vessel of propaganda. A man came, with a leg that had obviously been broken, and set incorrectly at least 5 years previous. If the gods truly meant this, then I could fix his problems, otherwise, all credibility would be gone, and I would be laughed out of town. I was beginning to ENJOY Elweir, and leaving seemed less and less of something I wanted to do. I like Fiona, and Leirin, and sharing a room with them was actually a good idea. I feel connected. All of that hung in the balance. Little Tree seemed determined to rip my life to shreds…
But my chanting came through, and the hands channeled the energy of the gods. The man stood again, and the crowd stopped its heckling. They asked me what they could do, and I watched the guards begin to get nervous. I realized that I held these people’s lives in my hands as surely as if I were trying to heal them of mortal wounds. The next words I said, would determine the path of their lives. It was a heady feeling, and part of me wanted to make sure that I would be safe, but the past few days, I had learned something. I told them how the gods wanted me to be a better person, that they had chosen me, flawed as I was, to speak for them. The gods want people to be kinder to each other. To share what they have, to help each other. I told them that if I was going to walk this road, I needed them to share my journey, to be the kind of person I was going to have to change into. Although I longed to have that acclamation that I was the cause for the awe that rippled through the crowd, I know that it came from the gods. I cannot take credit for what is theirs. The gods remind me that I am only their vessel, and I have no other worth. In some ways it is thrilling, in others in affirms something that I don’t want to acknowledge.
While I was in my revelry, Ardell started juggling. I’m so proud of him, he has learned so swiftly. A gigantic man waddled over to where I had healed the man and asked me how I had accomplished it. The healed man was still there, and backed me up when I said that I had touched him and he had healed. Giant was very interested in my method, but I couldn’t explain it to him. Little Tree offered to allow him to walk with us, as the crowd was clearing away. I saw one man handing out money to people around him, a smile on his face.
The large man waddled with us, and asked for food. Ardel got in his way, and he picked up Ardel and moved him aside. I did get upset over that. I was slightly afraid that the man would try to eat the boy, as hungry as he seemed. I invited him to the Carry ’n Crawler because we have good food, and sent Ardel running to tell his mom to fire up the ovens because we were getting a customer who ate 3x what Raganash ate.