Golden rays shot up from the horizon and spread across the deep blue sky, cutting the darkness, and damping out the stars as the sun peaked over the skyline. The morning glow spread warmth across the grassy plain lands and shown brightly through east facing windows. One window in particular, cut into the wall of a simple log cabin, built just on the edge of the jungle creator of Zaladrin.
The house was small and simple, with three windows, East, North, and West, and an ornately carved wooden door set in the southern facing wall. A chimney poked out of the roof, and small, neat herb garden had been planted against the eastern wall. The growing plants now appeared to be stretching their leaves, reaching and striving to soak up the morning sun, as if they had just woken up from a long sleep.
Inside the cabin, on the edge of the jungle lived a Sha-ka'dir women. Her skin was dark grey and her horns only protruded slightly below her shoulder. The sun shining through the window flooded warmth into the cabin and the woman stirred in her sleep. After tossing and turning for a few minutes the woman lifted her self from her rather comfortable bed and stretched. Just as the herbs in her garden were stretching. Her grey skin was smooth and well cared for, and she was far thinner then her fellow Sha-ka'dir. Her ribs and hips Protruded under her skin, and her limbs were boney and lithe.
The young woman walked to a corner of her cabin and stepped into a low basin filled with warm water and a few lingering soap bubbles. Leaning down she picked up a clay jug resting next to the basin and scooped up the water around her legs. Her near-skeletal arms lifted the jug full of water and slowly poured it overhead. She stood perfectly still as the water ran down her body. When the last drop of water fell from the lip of the jug and landed on the top of her bald head she placed the jug in the spot she retrieved it from, and stepped of out the bath-basin.
She stood on a thick rug and let the air dry her body, while her long fingers ran over her hip bones. She glanced down, admiring her own body. Her stomach made a soft gurgling nose, and her fingers slide to the belly and she squelched a wave of hungry that washed over her. It had been three days since she had last eaten and she had no desire to sate herself.
When the Sha-ka'dir was dry she walked to her wardrobe and pulled out an elaborate loin cloth that fell to the floor, in the front and the back. She tied the skirt around her waist, and made a small bow, letting the excess fabric from the ties spill down her leg.
The woman again crossed her cabin, to the alter set near the foot of her bed. Various bones, candles, herbs, and ritual tools lay scattered about the slate surface of her alter. The center piece was a golden string of Teeth and beads, collected from her Family and ancestors. She slowly lowered herself onto an elaborately embroidered cushion set on the floor before her sacred space, she closed her eyes, and she began to pray.
#FACC2E
The house was small and simple, with three windows, East, North, and West, and an ornately carved wooden door set in the southern facing wall. A chimney poked out of the roof, and small, neat herb garden had been planted against the eastern wall. The growing plants now appeared to be stretching their leaves, reaching and striving to soak up the morning sun, as if they had just woken up from a long sleep.
Inside the cabin, on the edge of the jungle lived a Sha-ka'dir women. Her skin was dark grey and her horns only protruded slightly below her shoulder. The sun shining through the window flooded warmth into the cabin and the woman stirred in her sleep. After tossing and turning for a few minutes the woman lifted her self from her rather comfortable bed and stretched. Just as the herbs in her garden were stretching. Her grey skin was smooth and well cared for, and she was far thinner then her fellow Sha-ka'dir. Her ribs and hips Protruded under her skin, and her limbs were boney and lithe.
The young woman walked to a corner of her cabin and stepped into a low basin filled with warm water and a few lingering soap bubbles. Leaning down she picked up a clay jug resting next to the basin and scooped up the water around her legs. Her near-skeletal arms lifted the jug full of water and slowly poured it overhead. She stood perfectly still as the water ran down her body. When the last drop of water fell from the lip of the jug and landed on the top of her bald head she placed the jug in the spot she retrieved it from, and stepped of out the bath-basin.
She stood on a thick rug and let the air dry her body, while her long fingers ran over her hip bones. She glanced down, admiring her own body. Her stomach made a soft gurgling nose, and her fingers slide to the belly and she squelched a wave of hungry that washed over her. It had been three days since she had last eaten and she had no desire to sate herself.
When the Sha-ka'dir was dry she walked to her wardrobe and pulled out an elaborate loin cloth that fell to the floor, in the front and the back. She tied the skirt around her waist, and made a small bow, letting the excess fabric from the ties spill down her leg.
The woman again crossed her cabin, to the alter set near the foot of her bed. Various bones, candles, herbs, and ritual tools lay scattered about the slate surface of her alter. The center piece was a golden string of Teeth and beads, collected from her Family and ancestors. She slowly lowered herself onto an elaborately embroidered cushion set on the floor before her sacred space, she closed her eyes, and she began to pray.
#FACC2E
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