Insight
Adventurer
Clare
Clare Karaby | Darisant, Lurien
Father Laertes smiled, wrinkles crackling across his time-worn face. It was odd that, while his face was so serene with no expression upon it, as soon as he started to smile, or frown (which was not often), or even speak, a pattern of cracks would appear, completely changing the landscape of his countenance.
"Clare," he began, "There is no doubt in my mind that this dream indeed holds some significance for you, perhaps for all of us. I have rarely in my days seen such a dream with clues and portents stashed within. Yes, it could very well be just a dream, but I happen to believe that you, Clare, have always been meant for something more than caretaker to this place."
He turned and walked to a balcony overlooking the now barren vineyards in the valley below. They would grow again, as they always had, without any need for tending. Such was the way of this secret valley. As long as no one interfered, and would harvest only so much of the grapes they would yield in the fall, the vines continued to produce without so much as watering.
"We must both think on this, your dream," Father Laertes continued. "I feel that there is somewhere you must go, but finding it may very well be part of your... test." He turned back to face Clare again. "You see, we are all tested at some time in our spiritual lives. Some pass this test, and go on to do great things... others, do not, and live out their lives in a remote monastery somewhere..."
"But fear not, Clare," he continued. "Pray on this, and go over the clues in your mind, and I will do the same. There is indeed a path for you in this; it's up to us to determine what that path might be."
Father Laertes disappeared again, leaving Clare alone in the rose garden. He would cloister himself in a small divination shrine for many hours, thinking on the portentious dream Clare had described to him.
Clare Karaby | Darisant, Lurien
Isida Kep'Tukari said:Clare rose from her devotions, troubled but filled with purpose. She drank water from the jar in her room, and stopped by the small kitchen to break her fast. The Father always spent a very long time in devotions, and it would be a while before she could see him. She finished her bread quickly and went to feed the chickens and do a bit of weeding before he was done. Finally she saw him emerge from the temple, and went to see him.*
"Father, I need to speak with you. I had a dream last night, I believe it is one of great significance," she says softly. The Father took her to a quiet corner of the garden, and Clare carefully explained her vision, and what she thought it meant. "I need to know if such a place exists. Because if it does, I believe I am being called to it to prevent a terrible evil from corrupting the place."
Father Laertes smiled, wrinkles crackling across his time-worn face. It was odd that, while his face was so serene with no expression upon it, as soon as he started to smile, or frown (which was not often), or even speak, a pattern of cracks would appear, completely changing the landscape of his countenance.
"Clare," he began, "There is no doubt in my mind that this dream indeed holds some significance for you, perhaps for all of us. I have rarely in my days seen such a dream with clues and portents stashed within. Yes, it could very well be just a dream, but I happen to believe that you, Clare, have always been meant for something more than caretaker to this place."
He turned and walked to a balcony overlooking the now barren vineyards in the valley below. They would grow again, as they always had, without any need for tending. Such was the way of this secret valley. As long as no one interfered, and would harvest only so much of the grapes they would yield in the fall, the vines continued to produce without so much as watering.
"We must both think on this, your dream," Father Laertes continued. "I feel that there is somewhere you must go, but finding it may very well be part of your... test." He turned back to face Clare again. "You see, we are all tested at some time in our spiritual lives. Some pass this test, and go on to do great things... others, do not, and live out their lives in a remote monastery somewhere..."
"But fear not, Clare," he continued. "Pray on this, and go over the clues in your mind, and I will do the same. There is indeed a path for you in this; it's up to us to determine what that path might be."
Father Laertes disappeared again, leaving Clare alone in the rose garden. He would cloister himself in a small divination shrine for many hours, thinking on the portentious dream Clare had described to him.
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