song of the sea

[CELESTE G.M.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;border-bottom: 1px white solid;padding-BOTTOM: 3px;"]Sleepless nights were familiar to Temulin. Ever since she'd came to the Typhoon, she used the peace and quiet of the night to try and preform her rituals, listen to the song of the sea and try to understand it's words. The daytime she was trying to be useful whilst trying to find a ship home, one that would take her back to the plains so she could be back with her tribe and her people. None of which had been achieved so far bar from the change of body granted to her by an unknown force, giving her a practically divine and angelic appearance.

Strange, considering that Temulin herself had never believed in angels. Spirits that were good, yes, but angels were a Christian name for the spirits that she worked with. Even the wings were wrong, the hunters of the plains believed that hawks were sacred to Tengri, not the dove wings that she had. It was all disconcerting, as if her prayers had caught the attention of the wrong Goddess, not her own. Wouldn't that be ironic?

She is coming back from the beach in the morning, the sun having risen and her duties to begin when she catches the glimpse of a charm. It is an art she is not overly familiar with, her tribe not creating them. Another shaman made them, teaching Temulin when she was but an apprentice the complex patterns and markings that created wards, brought luck and granted strength. To see one of Pinch's children working on a bone carving catches her attention, so much so that she finds herself compelled to disturb the silence.

[b]"Miss, I am sorry to disturb you but... It has been a long while since I have seen a bone charm carved. Would you mind if I took a look?" She coughs before she speaks to try and draw Aita's attention away from the carving gently as she can, sitting quite a way back as to try and not cast a shadow over her work. If she remembers from her time carving charms, it took patience and precision, something that she would not like to knock Aita off as she crafts her own charms.