To Cleanse by Feather

[RipTheShrimp 5]

 

[ Meridias ]

Spirit of Scouring

(Lesser of Scorthuz, Spirit of Cleansing, Purity and Purging)

“Clean yourself, darkness around.”

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The maehr awoke, surrounded by a warm, dense forest of huge trees looming above as her sight returned to her. Sunlight streamed in from the branches and gaps from the leaves; she sat up, finding herself on a natural, dirt path. 

Rustling was heard from above, the drow’s ears twitching as she looked around–a singular feather drifted down from above, the breeze conforming against her back in a light push, guiding the dark elf down the pathway.

After a bit of a walk, the road led to a mass clearing–the field filled with white flowers, the sun’s calm gaze reflecting off each petal. In the center, a gargantuan tree stood, swaying in the breeze. Her ears began to lightly bob, the warmth absorbing into her skin, a smile forming upon her expression, taking in the scenery. 

Her deep, purple eyes settled upon the central tree. Light reflected from a surface high on a branch, soon realizing that she was being watched. The maehr turned, waving in the general direction, positioning herself to get a better view–a large, bright-colored owl came into view, its eyes gently locked onto the dark elf, seeming to follow her. 

From high above, the being hooted, its wings fluttering open a moment as it spoke:

“Come here,”

it beckoned, and so she approached–though, she quite noted the height she would be required to climb. She lacked the gear to do so efficiently, only presented in little clothes; however, the lack of extra weight would make it easier.

The drow obliged with the spirit’s request, beginning her climb with what little she had. 

The owl waited in the branches, the sun still streaming in; the trip didn’t quite take as long as she thought it–the further she climbed, the lighter she felt. The maehr reached the same branch as the figure, stabilizing herself on adjacent branches, her eyes now locked with the spirit’s piercing blue gaze–they seemed to study the woman’s very soul:

“Why you here?”

 Its wings ruffled to readjust them, looming. The woman had caught her breath, placing her back against the trunk of the tree, holding onto branches in both hands to steady herself. She cautiously glanced around, looking down towards the ground; however, her gaze seemed to soften as it rested upon the owl, answering: 

“Need help.”  

The dark elf's grip was quite tight on the branch, her knuckles quite the lighter shade; her gaze occasionally bounced down towards the ground, then back up towards the owl, each glance a reminder to keep her eyes on the figure. She seemed averse to the height, but was up there anyway. 

The owl beckoned her on, and so she let go of either branch approaching, her gaze now only focusing on the owl, her deep, purple eyes resting on it, continuing:

“Want to spiritually bind.”

The spirit sat back, its tail flicking to the side, replying,

 “Clean yourself, darkness around.”

The large wings of the owl flapped, causing a breeze to pick around the elven woman, the bird continuing to speak:

“Make shrine, our pact is fate.”