Common Worlds

Gilli touches Potonis

A frightening thing to do. With terrible things to do, there is always solace in Chalana Arroy. Merciful Lady, she is always with you, a friend who surrounds your heart, your soul with loving arms, offering guidance and power. When you pray to her, you feel her listening, you experience her answers.

There's a momentary surprise as you touch the metal of the mask. Strangely warm instead of the chill of bronze, that oddity is overwhelmed by something else.
So easy for poets to write of the soul's pain, but they don't convey the pain and fear that strikes you now. Your soul, bound and bathed in Chalana Arroy's merciful song, seems to stretch and twist. Up, down, the four directions of the heart space spin and sway, leaving you dizzy with awareness of new directions. In flood new connections to timeless powers awaiting like glittering crystals shining out in an endless fog. Realizations pound into your mind that the fog is the background of magic surrounding and encompassing you. Swirls of meaning drift into your mind from these connections, these lines and nodes of power that stretch through the world, this mask, and your very being.
Where Chalana Arroy's blessings are comforting and receptive these new powers surge and throb with sharp edges of energy, alien, entirely without personality or recognition, as friendly as a tool.