An Offering

[Criala 729]

 

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The statue of Cernunnos stood before Vienele, and to its right, on the other side of the brazier, was the statute of Cerridwen. The light from the fire illuminated the blade of the sword in her hands and her left side. Guyden was a few feet back, merely watching in silence, arms resting against his chest.

 

Her first druid task. Give an offering to both Cerridwen and Cernunnos. But it couldn’t be just anything. Not just a random flower she found, an object that she bought or anything of that sort. No, the offerings had to be of importance to her. A part of her. 

 

With a deep breath, she knelt in front of the statue. Carefully, she laid the sword down in front of Cernunnos’ statue. A sword given to her by her father when she told him she wanted to go out and travel. Something to keep her safe, he'd told her. If she was going to go out and travel across the land, then she needed something to protect herself with.

 

“A sword given to me by my father.” She murmured. “I give it as an offering, because it’s important to me.”

 

"But why is it important?” Guyden finally broke his silence, otherwise unmoving.

 

"Because… He gave it to me as a way of protecting myself… A way to keep myself safe... While I was traveling the world.” She replied, not once straying her eyes from the sword, which now lay at the foot of Cernunnos’ statue. She’d always held it dear, even when it wasn’t on her person, even though she hadn’t needed to use it very often. "It was the last time I saw him alive."

 

Guyden gave an approving nod before falling into silence once more.

 

Then she eased herself up and moved to the statue of Cerridwen. It was a long moment of staring at the statue. With a slight shake to her hands, she reached up, undoing the strap for her violin. The strap slackened, and with that, her violin was removed from her back. She knelt before the statue, violin held in her arms.

 

“The breath of life that my mother gave me by teaching me music…” She sucked in a breath, before placing the violin at the foot of Cerridwen’s statue. It was hard, something she’d had with her for so long, even longer than the sword from her father. The violin her mother had given her when she’d first began to learn to play all those years ago. The comforting weight as it rested against her back, the feel of it in her hands. As hard as it was to let go of the sword from her father, this gift from her mother was even harder to let go of. That violin had been a part of her, an extension of herself. But it wasn’t supposed to be easy.

 

One last look at her violin, and she stood. Guyden motioned her towards the brazier, where he offered her a knife to cut her palm with.

 

“Just a little bit of blood, doesn’t need to be much.” He told her with a smile.

 

“Alright.” She nodded her head and brought the blade across her open palm, blood already beginning to drip from the wound. The knife was given back to Guyden, and she held her hand over the fire, palm facing down. A few drops of blood dripped into the fire. An oath to the Aspects.

 

“Ahh, now let me take care of that.” Guyden pulled some bandages out of his pockets, immediately tending to her hand.

 

“It doesn’t really hurt.” She said, though she let him bandage her hand. Bandaged tight enough that it wouldn’t come loose, but not too tight that it would cut off her circulation.

 

Her first druid task was done. It wasn’t a decision that she had made lightly, one she’d taken plenty of time to think on. But it was the first step towards the new path she’d chosen for herself.

 

 

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(OOC: Just a little something that came to mind after completing the first druid task! I was inspired!)

 

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