#69
A new series of thick, handmade paper is tucked in to the journal, written by the shaman Ranna.
It has been some days since the doe first came to us, injured and traumatised by what I can now confirm as an attack, not a fall from the mountain. After an ordeal that lasted several hours, she finally spoke. The tale came out in a rush of words and terror, nothing made sense. I had to call the Spirit Walker Totoke Windspeaker to assist in calming her spirit, in such a state she was in. We dosed her with soothing herbs and smoke from the ganja. Totoke was able to guide her to a calmer state, and then to sleep where we met to discuss the doe’s predicament. We feel her spirit is strong, but pulled in so many directions, a darkness that comes with great grief and trauma. We see this darkness in those who have lost a child or a mate, or seen terrible battles and lived.
Totoke suggests she embark on a vision quest to find herself, that the spirit is ready. I agree, though with caution. Her mind is troubled, and a spirit quest can be a harrowing thing to endure for the mentally prepared. He says that now is the best time, while the mind is raw and ready to encounter the new - he is of the mind the mentally prepared have too much time to gird against new ideas.
This poor doe. She woke this morning looking in better spirits. She even took air outside for a change, and solid nourishment. A passerby - of the plains tauren came to visit, bringing his mate and twins by the village for some fresh air and an offering of sausages for us healers. He recognised Eishona as she was sitting outside and explained arrangement she had - she was living with a worgen in a camp nearby, conducting trade in the city and surrounding lands while her mate worked at a forge for work. This bull - Jukko, and his mate Benerlet brought a rush of colour to the doe’s face. She recognised them as friends but quickly retreated back in to the hut for sleep.
That’s when her babbling made sense - she kept talking of someone called Rowty, who she now identifies as her lover. (I was unaware tauren peoples entertained alliance members as lovers. The things I learn from these newcomers never ceases to amaze me.) The bull found at their camp was her brother, she called him Weylo.
The alliance envoys here have mentioned someone called Routledge Redpath, and that he’d not been seen in some time. But alas, she confirmed it: he lost control of his worgen self and slew her brother. The Alliance promise us that this worgen will be found and brought under control. Eishona won’t see them, but they offered recompense for her now totaled home. She won’t take it, saying only ‘Not their fault’ before pushing the money away. After the fourth refusal, the envoy - a human - bowed to us and took it back. He promised us action, though I am not certain what all that will entail. It sounds the one in the wrong is not the worgen, but the bull Weylo. Her only request to the alliance is they not slay the worgen, claiming he was provoked The envoy made a face at her request, but did tell us they’d do their best.
Her home is gone now, taken apart finally by her goblins who await her recovery. I went there myself to cleanse the grounds - the stink of death hung about it. These goblins are polite in their inquiries, bringing written reports for their employer to read - which she hasn’t yet. We read them to her, for a taste of the life outside our little village. She doesn;t really respond. One, named Ginja, comes and goes for days at a time, coming back with all manner of news. The doe sees her, though in limited amounts. Ginja has explained to me the doe runs a complicated trade route on Kalimdor, and that she runs it for her when the doe is in Highmountain. What busy people.
The bull though, is a problem. We interred Weylo in the cliffs, mistaking them for a slain lover - a victim of a worgen in the end, but an abuser of her youth. He came upon the couple with what sounds like the intent of taking Eishona back to Kalimdor with him. Somewhere in the fracas, he and this worgen fought and set this man off, gathering him a terrible death. The doe watched it all, it’s no wonder she sleeps terribly and shies away from bulls lately. She barely looked at Jukko when he called to her, and cannot meet Totoke’s gaze without weeping. I cannot blame her, just the portions she has shared have been dreadful. The problem here is we interred the bull with rites as done to a warrior falling in battle, when he fell due to his own actions. The Earthmother grants all of her children a final rest but his spirit will be restless I fear, and come back to Eishona in her dreams. He sounds as though he were vile. Totoke echoes my concerns, and says he, or another Spirit Walker must act soon to protect the doe. He says this bull’s work is evident in her behavior and will persist always unless we are careful in these healing days.
We think in a week we will take her on a spirit journey, that she might find her totem and ritual name, and set her spirit on a path to healing. Totoke has reached out to this elder Wooshy she has asked for, looking for input. Maybe this one will come, though I am unsure if adding another bull to her days is wise. She seems to do well in the company of myself and other women, but so far turns away and refuses bulls of any age. This Jukko was taken aback by her change, claiming her a friendly, outspoken doe before her troubles. Whatever her brother did to her at that camp.. I can only ask the Earthmother to let her heal. It will take time.
It has been some days since the doe first came to us, injured and traumatised by what I can now confirm as an attack, not a fall from the mountain. After an ordeal that lasted several hours, she finally spoke. The tale came out in a rush of words and terror, nothing made sense. I had to call the Spirit Walker Totoke Windspeaker to assist in calming her spirit, in such a state she was in. We dosed her with soothing herbs and smoke from the ganja. Totoke was able to guide her to a calmer state, and then to sleep where we met to discuss the doe’s predicament. We feel her spirit is strong, but pulled in so many directions, a darkness that comes with great grief and trauma. We see this darkness in those who have lost a child or a mate, or seen terrible battles and lived.
Totoke suggests she embark on a vision quest to find herself, that the spirit is ready. I agree, though with caution. Her mind is troubled, and a spirit quest can be a harrowing thing to endure for the mentally prepared. He says that now is the best time, while the mind is raw and ready to encounter the new - he is of the mind the mentally prepared have too much time to gird against new ideas.
This poor doe. She woke this morning looking in better spirits. She even took air outside for a change, and solid nourishment. A passerby - of the plains tauren came to visit, bringing his mate and twins by the village for some fresh air and an offering of sausages for us healers. He recognised Eishona as she was sitting outside and explained arrangement she had - she was living with a worgen in a camp nearby, conducting trade in the city and surrounding lands while her mate worked at a forge for work. This bull - Jukko, and his mate Benerlet brought a rush of colour to the doe’s face. She recognised them as friends but quickly retreated back in to the hut for sleep.
That’s when her babbling made sense - she kept talking of someone called Rowty, who she now identifies as her lover. (I was unaware tauren peoples entertained alliance members as lovers. The things I learn from these newcomers never ceases to amaze me.) The bull found at their camp was her brother, she called him Weylo.
The alliance envoys here have mentioned someone called Routledge Redpath, and that he’d not been seen in some time. But alas, she confirmed it: he lost control of his worgen self and slew her brother. The Alliance promise us that this worgen will be found and brought under control. Eishona won’t see them, but they offered recompense for her now totaled home. She won’t take it, saying only ‘Not their fault’ before pushing the money away. After the fourth refusal, the envoy - a human - bowed to us and took it back. He promised us action, though I am not certain what all that will entail. It sounds the one in the wrong is not the worgen, but the bull Weylo. Her only request to the alliance is they not slay the worgen, claiming he was provoked The envoy made a face at her request, but did tell us they’d do their best.
Her home is gone now, taken apart finally by her goblins who await her recovery. I went there myself to cleanse the grounds - the stink of death hung about it. These goblins are polite in their inquiries, bringing written reports for their employer to read - which she hasn’t yet. We read them to her, for a taste of the life outside our little village. She doesn;t really respond. One, named Ginja, comes and goes for days at a time, coming back with all manner of news. The doe sees her, though in limited amounts. Ginja has explained to me the doe runs a complicated trade route on Kalimdor, and that she runs it for her when the doe is in Highmountain. What busy people.
The bull though, is a problem. We interred Weylo in the cliffs, mistaking them for a slain lover - a victim of a worgen in the end, but an abuser of her youth. He came upon the couple with what sounds like the intent of taking Eishona back to Kalimdor with him. Somewhere in the fracas, he and this worgen fought and set this man off, gathering him a terrible death. The doe watched it all, it’s no wonder she sleeps terribly and shies away from bulls lately. She barely looked at Jukko when he called to her, and cannot meet Totoke’s gaze without weeping. I cannot blame her, just the portions she has shared have been dreadful. The problem here is we interred the bull with rites as done to a warrior falling in battle, when he fell due to his own actions. The Earthmother grants all of her children a final rest but his spirit will be restless I fear, and come back to Eishona in her dreams. He sounds as though he were vile. Totoke echoes my concerns, and says he, or another Spirit Walker must act soon to protect the doe. He says this bull’s work is evident in her behavior and will persist always unless we are careful in these healing days.
We think in a week we will take her on a spirit journey, that she might find her totem and ritual name, and set her spirit on a path to healing. Totoke has reached out to this elder Wooshy she has asked for, looking for input. Maybe this one will come, though I am unsure if adding another bull to her days is wise. She seems to do well in the company of myself and other women, but so far turns away and refuses bulls of any age. This Jukko was taken aback by her change, claiming her a friendly, outspoken doe before her troubles. Whatever her brother did to her at that camp.. I can only ask the Earthmother to let her heal. It will take time.
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