Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
After acting foolishly and crushing the wooden blossom I made for Achelle, I spent the next many marcs making a string of blossoms.
Four of them. Made of glass, wood, stone, and woven grass.
The woven grass is at the base as a reminder of the earth and sustenance it gives us. Above that, the stone blossom, signifies the strength of will and of body needed to persevere in our profession. Wood next, to symbolize the need for a light hand when dealing with others, and finally, at the top, glass. It shows the finesse we need when addressing those with grievances, whether imagined or otherwise. The Crimson petals contained within is a reminder of that which needs the most care and finesse. Friendship. We cannot take it for granted, nor should it be something we end rashly.
She seemed pleased with the gift itself. It is my hope that it will sprout a friendship that will last. One with equality, fairness, openness, and respect.
On the other hand, my conversations with Valya have escalated.
"Embrace the darkness? You don't know what you're saying, Nih. YOU are my darkness. Is that truly what you want? You are....my perfect darkness. No apologies for who you are or how you act. No guilt, but some remorse, I think, at times. Which only means you've learned something from what happened before. That communion, that acceptance of the darkness..... is almost holy."
How insightful. How peculiar. How... delectable.