“The hell you think you’re going?” Wrong question, I thought. Where the hell do I think I am? I had just stood up from a perch on a prone log. A campfire burned in the middle of the night. Around it was the remnants of carved stone and large chunks of rough hewn wood. I had been in raven form before I stood up. The act of standing transformed me from raven bird to raven-cloaked Weaver.

“Sit your black ass down. After your bullshit today, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” The speaker shifted position, filling the silence with soft rattles. I looked to my left and saw Mxtl (the closest this American English speaker can come to pronouncing Snake Dancer’s preferred name) in her beaded regalia sitting on one of the carved stones. It was not lost to me, that her current seat looked like a giant snake’s skull that was collared with large feathers. She didn’t look up at me, but was visually focused on a small handmade rattle in her hand. The shaft looked familiar.

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Where Keri receives three messengers, and is later one of three messengers herself, and in doing so, receives a lesson about expectations and recognition.

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Some red-headed step-child stops by for a chat and an invitation. 604 words are spoken. I walk away unencumbered.

The ground is soft under me. The new boots hold my feet in warmth and comfort. The sound of my feather cloak against my traveling clothes drowns out all else. It is only when I stop to look around, do I hear my breathing, and a softly sibilant hiss.

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This morning, I thought more on the unfortunate comments and found myself quite angry about the situation. The god in question doesn’t matter. The devotee picked on, doesn’t matter. Neither one of those Anons were thinking of this. They saw someone behaving in a manner they did not agree with and took it upon themselves to “correct’ the devotee and to do so in an abusive manner.

Well.

Can’t have all this rage built up, right?

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“You mention being suddenly aware of the multitude of divination devices around you in the Waking. Have you considered you are also suddenly acquiring ancestral spirits?” Snake turned her statue slightly, squaring it with the shelf.

“She’s not…”

“Nearly every European, and Americans of European descent, can trace a genetic lineage to Charlemagne.”

“And Africa is a helluva lot larger than Europe, and contains a helluva lot more ethnicities.”

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Playing with Puppy in the Gardens, followed by Tumblring in my dreams. Again.

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