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Navezgane: Lines of Fate
Jan. 23rd, 2008 10:41 pmOccurs in the past
The eagle circled high in the cloudless sky above him, squawking at him as if he was trying to catch his attention. Something his Kunsi, grandmother, said to him over ten years ago bounced around his mind.
"The eagle, my little navezgane, reminds us of courage and spirit. Eagle flies fearlessly, bridging heaven and earth, and courageously face our fear of the unknown in order to fly as high as our heart's joy can take us. The eagle protects you. Never let dilthith lupan or dithith gode steal you into the night. Always fly with eagle." Ethan looked down at his grandmother in her sick bed. Her skin was tan and leathery although the circles under her eyes were gray with illness. Yet, her dark brown earth colored eyes were bright like a coyotes and shone like Onyx laying in the sun. The diyi shook his rattle and burned sweet sage around her in circles as he mumbled some prayers to Ga'an, an supernatural spirit that could cure illness. His face was painted in red and yellow, white and brown in a pattern that resembled the compass points of each corners of the earth, like a human map that had no real direction.
The eagle circled high in the cloudless sky above him, squawking at him as if he was trying to catch his attention. Something his Kunsi, grandmother, said to him over ten years ago bounced around his mind.
"The eagle, my little navezgane, reminds us of courage and spirit. Eagle flies fearlessly, bridging heaven and earth, and courageously face our fear of the unknown in order to fly as high as our heart's joy can take us. The eagle protects you. Never let dilthith lupan or dithith gode steal you into the night. Always fly with eagle." Ethan looked down at his grandmother in her sick bed. Her skin was tan and leathery although the circles under her eyes were gray with illness. Yet, her dark brown earth colored eyes were bright like a coyotes and shone like Onyx laying in the sun. The diyi shook his rattle and burned sweet sage around her in circles as he mumbled some prayers to Ga'an, an supernatural spirit that could cure illness. His face was painted in red and yellow, white and brown in a pattern that resembled the compass points of each corners of the earth, like a human map that had no real direction.
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