Ialari looked closer, reaching out with her mind for the familiar connections she felt when standing before The Tree of Death in her Dominion. As she did, she could see the faint lines of djed that connected each of the flames to every other one. She followed the lines as they each led directly to her.
“Because they all share a close proximity to the others, each piece experienced similar events in their own lives yet since they are still separate, they have their own unique perceptions of reality. Time’s flow is experienced somewhat differently which allows for individual choices that differ. Because you are all connected, it becomes possible for you to reforge them, thus repairing the soul that you are all a part of.” Tanroa turned to face Ialari and looked her directly in the eyes.
Ialari took in Tanroa’s words. As she considered what was said and digested what she’d seen, one of the missing parts of the grand picture began to stitch itself together. In Tanroa’s eyes, Ialari could see how each of the soul shards were able to exist along the shore at similar points in time with different perceptions of reality. She could see how their individual experiences within those perceptions of reality allowed for the experiencing of the River’s flow as they lived and died while still maintaining a connection to the others.
She blinked and said, “I…see. I can see for the first time. Our differences, they connect us just as do our similarities. They connect us because we exist as pieces of a greater whole on Time’s Shore. I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I’ve…I’ve been seeing the pieces as being me but not me. I haven’t allowed myself to really see them as a missing piece. At least not until I take them in and then I only feel the briefest moment of relief. That feeling…I understand it now; at least better than I did before. The feeling, it is because I’ve reunited with a piece of myself not simply fixing something that has been broken.”
Tanroa’s smile widened. “That is the context I mentioned before. You are not simply repairing yourself. You are reclaiming yourself; you are reclaiming who you are and who you were meant to be.” Her smile faded as she continued. “What happened to you, the breaking of your soul, it created ripples in the flow of time that are still being corrected. By reclaiming yourself, you will be repairing the damage those ripples caused to the river. I know you have a lot to deal with already being tasked to repair the Ukalas where and when you can but repairing the damage done by those ripples is important. Doing so will achieve more than simply finding yourself.”
Tanroa leaned in and embraced Ialari while touching her forehead with her own. “Ialari, I wish to offer something that I seldom do. Already you have the support of Strength and Patience as well as Death among others though you haven’t discovered them yet. I wish to offer you the support of Time.” Ialari closed her eyes as she struggled to fight back tears. Tanroa proceeded to lightly kiss each of her closed eyes. As she did, Ialari’s eyes took on dramatic change. A faint circle of starry blue encircled each iris that would flare whenever Tanroa’s mark was activated.
“Because they all share a close proximity to the others, each piece experienced similar events in their own lives yet since they are still separate, they have their own unique perceptions of reality. Time’s flow is experienced somewhat differently which allows for individual choices that differ. Because you are all connected, it becomes possible for you to reforge them, thus repairing the soul that you are all a part of.” Tanroa turned to face Ialari and looked her directly in the eyes.
Ialari took in Tanroa’s words. As she considered what was said and digested what she’d seen, one of the missing parts of the grand picture began to stitch itself together. In Tanroa’s eyes, Ialari could see how each of the soul shards were able to exist along the shore at similar points in time with different perceptions of reality. She could see how their individual experiences within those perceptions of reality allowed for the experiencing of the River’s flow as they lived and died while still maintaining a connection to the others.
She blinked and said, “I…see. I can see for the first time. Our differences, they connect us just as do our similarities. They connect us because we exist as pieces of a greater whole on Time’s Shore. I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I’ve…I’ve been seeing the pieces as being me but not me. I haven’t allowed myself to really see them as a missing piece. At least not until I take them in and then I only feel the briefest moment of relief. That feeling…I understand it now; at least better than I did before. The feeling, it is because I’ve reunited with a piece of myself not simply fixing something that has been broken.”
Tanroa’s smile widened. “That is the context I mentioned before. You are not simply repairing yourself. You are reclaiming yourself; you are reclaiming who you are and who you were meant to be.” Her smile faded as she continued. “What happened to you, the breaking of your soul, it created ripples in the flow of time that are still being corrected. By reclaiming yourself, you will be repairing the damage those ripples caused to the river. I know you have a lot to deal with already being tasked to repair the Ukalas where and when you can but repairing the damage done by those ripples is important. Doing so will achieve more than simply finding yourself.”
Tanroa leaned in and embraced Ialari while touching her forehead with her own. “Ialari, I wish to offer something that I seldom do. Already you have the support of Strength and Patience as well as Death among others though you haven’t discovered them yet. I wish to offer you the support of Time.” Ialari closed her eyes as she struggled to fight back tears. Tanroa proceeded to lightly kiss each of her closed eyes. As she did, Ialari’s eyes took on dramatic change. A faint circle of starry blue encircled each iris that would flare whenever Tanroa’s mark was activated.
