Karina stared up at Kjors after he gave his answer, thoughts whirring as she attempted to understand. It seemed to Karina that if the Mother really wanted something done right, she would simply go to a wolf and ask for it... but then again, who was to say that the wolf would actually comply with her wishes? Karina’s eyes lit up as she finally understood. Approaching a wolf with Her plan could only get her so far, but manipulating events to Her liking, behind-the-scenes so to speak, that would ascertain things would go according to plan. It might take longer, but at least it didn’t depend on the fickle whims of a mortal wolf. The Mother played the long game, Karina realized, and that might be something she could learn from. Kjors continued to teach, and as he did so things fell into place for Karina with sudden, enlightening clarity. The All-Mother, of course! This was why she harbored such an aversion to harming living creatures—they were all children of The Mother, brothers and sisters! Karina realized that what she had interpreted as weakness all her life was simply a different, perhaps higher level of devotion to The Mother. What a relief it was to know that she wasn’t pathetic at all, just religious! Karina closed her eyes to settle into this newfound identity, and as she did so she exhaled everything about the old Karina. That anxious, secretive, confused, reactive girl was only part of her wolf-shell, shed easily if she put her mind to it. She opened her eyes to find that Kjors’ flickering, fiery aura was visible, his dragon humming contentedly with wings folded protectively around her. “Tell me more,” she heard herself urge, tone even and words blooming from her mouth gracefully, like a flower opening up in the morning light. “Why does The Mother allow Her children to harm one another? Why does the wolf feed upon the deer? Is it because The Mother loves wolves most? Is She a wolf Herself?” Firing questions at Kjors would have made Karina’s wolf-shell feel anxious and guilty, but Karina the Priestess was calm and patient, fixing her cloudy, inquisitive gaze upon her tutor steadily. The child felt her own flowing aura reaching out toward Kjors in curiosity, like the tendrils of an ivy vine extending slowly toward the sun. |
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