As instructed, Eon would place the earrings on the rock in the circle's center. Seeing them now brought a mix of emotions. There was anger towards his ancestors, sadness in letting them go, and excitement for the future. With such a vast array of feelings swelling inside, it was hard for him to make sense of them, so he chose not to. He’d let them dance in his belly, watching them without judgment or trying to ‘fix’ them. This moment after all wasn’t for him, it was for Tsillah. Making it about himself would just be plain rude.
“Tsillah,” he spoke quietly until he remembered Enyas's words. He had to speak loudly to make himself heard. She was a goddess; she had to be quite busy with others, too. He had to stand out in some way for her acknowledgment. “I offer you these feathers; they were once my ancestors. They have not been removed from my being since I was a pup, but I want to offer them to you now. More than that, I want to offer myself to you. Teach me your ways, and mold me into my strongest self.”
The blood still dripped from his ear onto the rock where the feathers lay. Perhaps that was symbolic as well. He was releasing himself and his pride and giving it to her. It felt freeing. He'd sit in silence, taking in the energies around him. A wind blew, rustling his fur as if reaching for him, and he heard the ‘caw’ of crows in the distance. “May you accept this gift, my goddess,” he’d finish more confidently than before, and when the moment felt right, he’d leave the circle behind to find Enya again.
Realizing she hadn't gone far, he'd make his way over to her. “I believe she accepted my offering," he'd say, three tails waving behind him in excitement. "Thank you for showing me how to connect with her. It feels," he'd pause momentarily, trying to think of the right word. "It feels right." Yeah, that was as close to it as words could describe; something about it felt right.
“Tsillah,” he spoke quietly until he remembered Enyas's words. He had to speak loudly to make himself heard. She was a goddess; she had to be quite busy with others, too. He had to stand out in some way for her acknowledgment. “I offer you these feathers; they were once my ancestors. They have not been removed from my being since I was a pup, but I want to offer them to you now. More than that, I want to offer myself to you. Teach me your ways, and mold me into my strongest self.”
The blood still dripped from his ear onto the rock where the feathers lay. Perhaps that was symbolic as well. He was releasing himself and his pride and giving it to her. It felt freeing. He'd sit in silence, taking in the energies around him. A wind blew, rustling his fur as if reaching for him, and he heard the ‘caw’ of crows in the distance. “May you accept this gift, my goddess,” he’d finish more confidently than before, and when the moment felt right, he’d leave the circle behind to find Enya again.
Realizing she hadn't gone far, he'd make his way over to her. “I believe she accepted my offering," he'd say, three tails waving behind him in excitement. "Thank you for showing me how to connect with her. It feels," he'd pause momentarily, trying to think of the right word. "It feels right." Yeah, that was as close to it as words could describe; something about it felt right.