Time. It was always time that ticked in her mind since the loss off her sight. Time that was never read from the face of a clock, measured by the creeping shadow of a sun dial, nor heard by the rhythmic tick of gears. It was time that pulsed, throbbed and flowed in her mind with a cascade of colors radiating from the ley lines that wove together and made up every facet of life around her.
For days she would watch this variation of time and never wonder whether it was day or night outside. Perhaps she could have listened for the creatures that inhabit night or day to have an inkling. Or perhaps a sniff of morning dew on the air or the feel of cool night moisture. These things she did not do for the ever living weft and warp of the living world had her attention.
Before her the weave stretched unlimited, daunting and somedays menacing like a vast ocean of strangling threads. She began to wonder during this times of smallness, times of reflection on the greater weave of things, as to whether she had an effect on the weave anymore. Could one blind witch do anything of note" Could she actually reach out and help people when she often couldn't feel for a glass or a wand" Could she actually matter at all in this world of sight and seeing?
These questions followed her like the darkness she was pressed into, always echoing in her mind like the joyous conversations she could hear wafting from the academy. No matter how hard she pondered the questions answers always slipped away from her fingers like fine sand.
Until today.
She was standing in the flower gardens baosting sweet roses, heady lavenders and spicy pungent tiger lillies by the scent. It was here that she saw, litteraly a way to make a difference in life. To make a mark and take back some of the karma she had lost in earlier times. For in the garden, she could actually see the ley lines weave and gatther into the simple shapes of the plants and flowers.
She could not see the actual color of the petals, or the varities of green the stems could hold, but her mind still remembered what the colors should be just by the shape of the plants pulsing with ley lines. And this was her bridge. A pathway from darkness to the world of the seeing. She reached down and plucked a tiger lilly to sniff it more, her hand moving to it as if she had sight.
"This....this is how I will make a difference. I may not be a spell slinger. I may be blind. But by all that is merciful and all that is not, I will show I exist and matter. I'll let the flowers and plants of the coven show my love and care. I will grace people with flowers. I will matter, I will exist and I'll leave my hallmarks." she said to the empty garden.
The plants listened. They always do. Twirling the tiger lilly in one hand, she walked back to the coven admiring her new sight of all the flora the grounds had to offer. A simple, blind witch, feeling her way with staff and hand through a land of beauty and charm.
For days she would watch this variation of time and never wonder whether it was day or night outside. Perhaps she could have listened for the creatures that inhabit night or day to have an inkling. Or perhaps a sniff of morning dew on the air or the feel of cool night moisture. These things she did not do for the ever living weft and warp of the living world had her attention.
Before her the weave stretched unlimited, daunting and somedays menacing like a vast ocean of strangling threads. She began to wonder during this times of smallness, times of reflection on the greater weave of things, as to whether she had an effect on the weave anymore. Could one blind witch do anything of note" Could she actually reach out and help people when she often couldn't feel for a glass or a wand" Could she actually matter at all in this world of sight and seeing?
These questions followed her like the darkness she was pressed into, always echoing in her mind like the joyous conversations she could hear wafting from the academy. No matter how hard she pondered the questions answers always slipped away from her fingers like fine sand.
Until today.
She was standing in the flower gardens baosting sweet roses, heady lavenders and spicy pungent tiger lillies by the scent. It was here that she saw, litteraly a way to make a difference in life. To make a mark and take back some of the karma she had lost in earlier times. For in the garden, she could actually see the ley lines weave and gatther into the simple shapes of the plants and flowers.
She could not see the actual color of the petals, or the varities of green the stems could hold, but her mind still remembered what the colors should be just by the shape of the plants pulsing with ley lines. And this was her bridge. A pathway from darkness to the world of the seeing. She reached down and plucked a tiger lilly to sniff it more, her hand moving to it as if she had sight.
"This....this is how I will make a difference. I may not be a spell slinger. I may be blind. But by all that is merciful and all that is not, I will show I exist and matter. I'll let the flowers and plants of the coven show my love and care. I will grace people with flowers. I will matter, I will exist and I'll leave my hallmarks." she said to the empty garden.
The plants listened. They always do. Twirling the tiger lilly in one hand, she walked back to the coven admiring her new sight of all the flora the grounds had to offer. A simple, blind witch, feeling her way with staff and hand through a land of beauty and charm.