Hello, old friend. It's been a while... Or has it? One gets confused, swimming through the aether like an otter, dipping and dancing between worlds and timelines. I've been off in stranger places than my usual fare, seeing if I might spin off a wee bit of the energies I've picked up.
Oh, I know, I know, futile pursuits and all that. But still, I'm flat-out amazed that I don't burn the eyes out of sensitive folks. I guess that what I pick up from the spaces in between is strange enough not to match closely with most native spectrums. (Spectra, you say? Ah.) At least until I convert it into something useful.
Sometimes it's difficult to believe that what began as a halfway scientific pursuit of curiosity has led to magic in all these unimaginable forms.
Oh, certainly, four sugars and half a dash of cream if you please. That reminds me, I brought you back a little trinket. I haven't come across many planes that deal directly in life energy. Oh, yah, life-altering, life-changing, life-ending, a tiny speckle of direct healing here and there. Even a few that can trade their own life force to refill that of others, though not many are terribly willing.
This world was... Well, by all rights it should
have been a desert all around. Well, you know how my senses have changed, it's tricky to describe. The world itself felt exceedingly old, dry as dust, withered and crackling, like it had already had its heyday a star's youth ago. In fact, it felt like a stranger to the star system. If it hadn't been as well-balanced and maintained by the folk there, that's quite how it would have been, too.
Looking around, if you didn't have my extra little feel for... stranger energies, all you would have noticed would be a lively jumble of plant life, animal life, bug life, and folk. Apparently I fell through in the middle of a city. The houses were all low to the ground, half-buried, even, and there were far more trees and open grassy spaces than buildings. There was water, flowing freely in streams one could just hop over, and the city was bounded by this great, slow sea of a river that looped about. One of them told me that every city is circled by a river, but couldn't tell b=me whether it was that river specifically. I got the impression that the world was more land than water, and great care was taken of the streams' flow, especially. The only truly still water was in cookpots.
Oh, listen to me prattling on about water. It's important, but it's not what I was trying to say.
The folk there are quite lovely people, tall, golden-colored, tiny scales that look almost like beadwork, agile, almost feline if you could see the way their knees and hands look. Oh, and with a second pair of more dextrous hands that sprout from the elbow. Not at all human, of course, but lovely. They were also invariably kind, and none of them surprised to see me, as if it's quite common for folk like you and I to wander in from the cold for a visit.
There's a sort of instinctive balance to things, almost a dance, that I could watch for a millenium and still not be able to describe. Life there is limited not by policy or intervention, but by the organisms themselves seeming to say, "Enough, no more for now." The folk are long-lived, and they do have beautifully inquisitive children, but there's no sense of overcrowding or even predatory competition. They knew that the world itself can't do things to help them anymore, so they treasure the balance of things. They said that it wasn't their first world and might not be their last, but it that was loved and they'd do everything they could to maintain it.
The magic they use is something equally lovely. The way that plants gather energy from sunlight, they gather magic. It comes from living things as well, but it isn't half as potent, and using it might disrupt the balance, so they leave it alone. It's different than the solar energy we can get here, a different flavor, but just as powerful if not more. Part of the reason they live so long is that each mother makes a charm for the child that gathers this energy, uses it to fill the child's body, heal it, encourage it to function as it should. The same sunlight that would fall on dead ground, is used instead to heal and improve life.
I could be wrong in this, romanticizing, but I'll tell you anyway. I stayed there for a good 30 years, at least. (Yes, yes, I know, that's probably my time disorientation there. What's it been here, half a year or so?) But anyway, in that time, I felt that world start to regain itself. No, not to any stage where it could support life in its own, not by a long shot, but its soul didn't feel quite so cracked. Perhaps they'll leave that world not when they fail, or when it fails them, but when they've healed it enough for life to continue without them.
In my time there, I stayed with one family, watched their three daughters grow to adulthood, and I watched them in their lessons. There was one lesson in particular that stayed with me, the last lesson as the youngest was declared an adult. The teacher took her hand and said, "Now do you know why others pick us up when we fall? It is so they can be lifted up themselves. Now do you know why we stand back up? The way we fall is the way we learn. The way we stand is the way we grow." I can't say whether I agree with her or not, but it was lovely, and it stayed with me.
This trinket I've brought you was made by the mother of that family. Each person's charm is different, though they work the same. I tried to explain to her that I drink from the sunlight between worlds, that I didn't want to take something that another could use and that I couldn't. She just laughed and insisted that I take it with me anyway, because it was balanced. I had given them things, I should take this with me, and if I couldn't use it myself then I should give it to one who could, and be lifted up by it. She was a dear, insisted that I couldn't leave without a good meal and a promise to return.
I'd rather you keep this one for yourself. I know how hard it can be, how tiring to try to protect certain folk from themselves, and you never seem to let yourself take a break. Even though it's the wrong universe, the charm still works as it was meant to. Catch a little sunlight every day, doesn't have to be much, even the light through your shop windows will do, and this little charm will help to ease the aches and pains at least a little.
Oh, I know, I know. But I'd rather you have it than anyone else I can think of. Where else in all of everywhere could I go for such fine tea and conversation?
This is the second time I've tried to post this, you know. The first time my hands shook in such a way as to press ctrl+w, and my whole writeup was lost forever. This one is completely different, but I think I like it better anyway.
The voice is the same one as the narrator of The Key Of The Sea
, Lightning Jar
and Hold Steady
. I haven't heard from her in a while, I suppose that makes sense with her constant movement and all.
She's talking to a dear friend, a character of ~InTheStarryNightSky
's who, among other things, runs a curiosity shop where things are not always entirely what they seem. It just seemed fitting, though as always I can only ever hear my character's side of the conversation. For the first time ever, I'll let you in on my character's name: Cora. I don't know the rest of it yet, not sure if I'll ever get to know
, but Starry and I traded notes about the names of these two a long while back, and I just now realized I hadn't told anyone else.
The pendant itself is copper around a piece of labradorite with this lovely golden/coppery flash. I'll admit that this photo doesn't do it justice, but it was difficult to photo both the flash and the wiring at once. Along the left side, just behind the stone, there are wires that mimic the veins in leaves, but again, the photo doesn't do it justice. This was the best photo out of 25, hopefully it's okay at least!
In terms of wiring style, I was trying something just a wee bit different. I've become enamored of *sodacrush
's vertical spikes in her wire work, and while this isn't anything like her works, I thought I'd play with the idea of it at least. The stone is quite secure, doesn't even wiggle when shaken vigorously, but it's still quite a bit more open than I usually do, and I'm quite proud of it overall. It's electrical copper and unsealed, so the wires will gain patina after wear unless someone coats them in clear nail polish or such. I love the way copper ages naturally, myself, and I have the feeling that it will set off the stone even better later on.
This piece is for sale for $45 plus shipping. It's uncommon for me to not hold onto a labradorite since they're one of my favorite stones, but this one's home is with someone else. I'll have it up in my Etsy shortly (and post the link here, of course), or you could note me to claim it, either way is fine since Paypal works even without Etsy's intervention. If you need this, let me know!