Post by archenstone on Apr 4, 2012 17:49:38 GMT -5
The sound of knitting needles clicking together permeated the little room as Asharra rocked and knitted. The blue yarn slowly but neatly made its way into little rows of yet another baby blanket. The familiar craft was relaxing and let her mind wander. It did more of that these days, and she accepted that the longer she lived the more it would happen. Her busy life kept her body fit, and indeed, she was more mobile than most people her age.
This time her mind wandered back to her time in Southern Boll. It was spring and all the children were picking flowers before the adults tore up the plants to safe guard against thread. She had been knitting that day too, except she had pulled a small seat outside to enjoy the fresh air. Thread was not expected anytime soon and she loved taking moments like these.
Watching the kids made her smile and she knew the woman who was due soon would have a little boy or girl doing the same thing in a few years. Children were so innocent and happy at that age. She wished that she had taken the time to have a child, a little happy face to see everyday and call her own. Instead, she brought many little faces into the world, and they were all her children in a way. She looked after them, helped their families when they where ill, and told stories.
She also taught the older ones interested in healing. There was nothing more pleasing than seeing a young person grow into what they loved, and helping them do it was the best thing possible she could think of. It was comforting to know that even when she passed on, that her knowledge would be used by the younger generations for years to come. Then that generation would pass it on, so forth and so on into a time she would never see.
Suddenly a young girl named Tatiana ran up to her. "This is for you!" Exclaimed the young girl proudly. Asharra took the slab of stone and looked it. Little Tatiana had gotten a hold of paints again and had decorated the stone in blues and greens with a crude red heart in the middle. A smile spread across both their faces and Asharra said, "Thank you sweet! I'll keep it with me forever." She placed her knitting aside and hugged the girl, who returned the hug with great exuberance.
"Mommy said to come visit later if you're not busy! She has something she wants to talk to you about!" Asharra tucked the stone in a pocket and told her that she would be over later. Tatiana then dashed off, playing with the other girls and boys.
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Asharra's head tilted forward and she blinked. Lifting her head, she realized she had fallen asleep and the needles where limp in her relaxed hands. She stood up slowly, letting the stiffness work its way out of her back and walked over to her dresser. There she set the knitting down and picked up a small stone. The colors had faded in time, and some chips where evident, but the red little heart remained. She smiled fondly in memory and set it back down before climbing into bed.
~~~~~~OOC~~~~~
This was just a story but if someone happens to need Asharra they can always wake her up.
This time her mind wandered back to her time in Southern Boll. It was spring and all the children were picking flowers before the adults tore up the plants to safe guard against thread. She had been knitting that day too, except she had pulled a small seat outside to enjoy the fresh air. Thread was not expected anytime soon and she loved taking moments like these.
Watching the kids made her smile and she knew the woman who was due soon would have a little boy or girl doing the same thing in a few years. Children were so innocent and happy at that age. She wished that she had taken the time to have a child, a little happy face to see everyday and call her own. Instead, she brought many little faces into the world, and they were all her children in a way. She looked after them, helped their families when they where ill, and told stories.
She also taught the older ones interested in healing. There was nothing more pleasing than seeing a young person grow into what they loved, and helping them do it was the best thing possible she could think of. It was comforting to know that even when she passed on, that her knowledge would be used by the younger generations for years to come. Then that generation would pass it on, so forth and so on into a time she would never see.
Suddenly a young girl named Tatiana ran up to her. "This is for you!" Exclaimed the young girl proudly. Asharra took the slab of stone and looked it. Little Tatiana had gotten a hold of paints again and had decorated the stone in blues and greens with a crude red heart in the middle. A smile spread across both their faces and Asharra said, "Thank you sweet! I'll keep it with me forever." She placed her knitting aside and hugged the girl, who returned the hug with great exuberance.
"Mommy said to come visit later if you're not busy! She has something she wants to talk to you about!" Asharra tucked the stone in a pocket and told her that she would be over later. Tatiana then dashed off, playing with the other girls and boys.
~~~~
Asharra's head tilted forward and she blinked. Lifting her head, she realized she had fallen asleep and the needles where limp in her relaxed hands. She stood up slowly, letting the stiffness work its way out of her back and walked over to her dresser. There she set the knitting down and picked up a small stone. The colors had faded in time, and some chips where evident, but the red little heart remained. She smiled fondly in memory and set it back down before climbing into bed.
~~~~~~OOC~~~~~
This was just a story but if someone happens to need Asharra they can always wake her up.