Purnima: Ring of Silver

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Go to the Monastery

In the Borderfirma Lowlands, at Stone Ground:

The forces are gathering
as we sit in this room. 
The darkness amasses
bringing its doom.

The sides are chosen,
the wheels in motion.
Go to the monastery, 
set your devotion.

The last useless battle, 
someone will fall.
Useless but useful,
for nothing, for All.

These words, this poem, kept repeating in Merlyn’s mind when she was near Stone Ground. She didn’t know where they came from, nor what they meant.

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Purnima: Stone Ground

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Return of the Snakes

In the Borderfirma Lowlands:

Merlyn and Odin exited Purnima Passage at Stone Ground on that August full moon. They were surprised to see red warning tape around the sacred rock structure.

“At least, it still works as a portal,” said Merlyn when Aristotle and Indra came out of the palace to greet them.

“It does,” said Aristotle, “but for how long?”

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Purnima: August Ashes

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The Giant School Stalker

In Waldmeer:

Merlyn had her month of weekend sleep-overs at Tom’s flat, in the city, and weekday sleep-overs at Malik’s house, in Waldmeer. Neither was ideal. Tom kept pushing her away, and Malik’s busy family was all-consuming. She didn’t like Tom pushing her away; it hurt. Nor did she like being taken over by the members of a large, noisy household with three children (Maria being the youngest at fourteen and Michael being the oldest at twenty), two adults, and Odin (who was supposed to be an adult but, on Earth, he ended up more of a dependent). 

It may not have been Merlyn’s favourite arrangement but that’s life, isn’t it? When are things perfectly balanced on the outside? Rarely. And in those glorious moments when they are, it doesn’t last long. The only viable option is to try and balance ourselves on the inside so that we are not pushed around by what happens outside us.

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Purnima: Purnima Passage

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Seeing the Totality

A full moon evening, late in May, in Waldmeer:

Purnima means full moon. Full moons are auspicious occasions for new beginnings, and so we begin; again. Merlyn and Gabriel stood awkwardly at the entrance of Twenty Mile Track. Awkward because they barely knew each other, and this seemed too big an adventure for virtual strangers. Nevertheless, there they were, brought together by some unknown force. 

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Prana: Community

Mixed Drinks

“Weak latte (no sugar). Hot chocolate,” yelled the Waldmeer barista. 

Merlyn grabbed her coffee and headed for the door. They put sugar in my coffee, she thought as she sipped it. Hang on, that’s not sweet coffee. It’s hot chocolate. The orders have been muddled. Oh, wellit tastes delicious. She then turned her thoughts to the recipient of her latte who would be missing their own order of hot chocolate. Looking around for a likely suspect, she easily spotted a woman, about her age, staring at her drink. Merlyn wondered what her reaction would be. The woman seemed to be weighing up the benefits of caffeine versus sugar and, like Merlyn, decided to go with the flow. Merlyn then realised that the mixed-drink-recipient was Esther, the psychologist.

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Circles of Separation: Odin of the Great Valley

Part 3 – Borderfirma Mountains – The Inner Circle
Odin of the Great Valley

Tree House

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The boys lay on the wooden floor of the tree house and gazed up into the moving leaves. It was a grand tree house; three stories, with a flag at the top, and lights that came on every evening. It was fit for a king which is just as well because the boys were royal. Malik was fourteen. He looked over the nearby palace roofs into the Borderfirma Mountains. This land belonged to his mother, and the surrounding Borderfirma lands belonged to her siblings. The Borderfirma lands, together, made up the Inner Circle.

“It’s spring,” said Malik. “Odin should be coming to get us soon.” 

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Circles of Separation: Curiosity Shop

Not Dead Yet

Two months had passed. It was still winter but no one in Gabriel and Amira’s Dementia Unit dance class was cold. Everyone was hot and pumping jive. The class had come to an equilibrium of its own accord. Gabriel was given notes from the “proper” dance instructors, although, somewhat begrudgingly. The notes were enough to give a loose direction and Wolfgang and Madeline would demonstrate the technical elements of each dance for anyone interested. Although Madeline’s mind could not remember the technique, her body remembered perfectly well the movements she had practised for so many years. Lacking in technical knowledge, Gabriel and Amira decided to go with transferring the feeling of each dance and giving their students an immersive experience. Basically, all that meant was turning the music up and dancing enthusiastically with the class members in, more or less, the appropriate style.

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