Learning the Blue Sira, a setting Fic
See also Learning the Sira and Learning the Aether. Set in the same era (80 years before Rin/Girey) as Learning the Sira
"Close your eyes. Don't worry about the boat. That is the Captain's job. Worry about the water beneath the boat."
Instructor Aarezhnu's voice was a soothing and melodic chant, one of the reasons Ailetletai considered the ancient woman her favorite Instructor.
Aitai closed her eyes, as she was told to, and thought about the water under the gently bobbing boat. It had a light motion to it; the seas were mostly calm today, but in the Tienbraa sea, nothing was ever truly still.
"Now focus on the blue of the water." Instructor Aarezhnu shifted her tone, just as the water shifted. Back and forth, back and forth. "Feel the way that Tienebrah flows the the world. Feel the way that the sira shifts, moving with the current."
The instructor was the only one Aitai had ever heard refer to the Gods in the same breath as the sira. Most people preferred the buffer of philosophy, but Aarezhnu was old, and set in her ways, however fluid those ways seemed.
"Focus on the water, students. The water is where the sira is. The sira is what we are noticing today."
Aitai didn't know if the admonishment was meant for her, but she took it as such. Sira. Down into the water. Deeper into the water. There were little currents, like tadpoles playing, up near the surface, but the real sira... that should be further down. Down, down, down.
She found a shining beacon of blue and wrapped her mental hands around it. There, there, the brightest sira she had ever tasted.
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"Close your eyes. Don't worry about the boat. That is the Captain's job. Worry about the water beneath the boat."
Instructor Aarezhnu's voice was a soothing and melodic chant, one of the reasons Ailetletai considered the ancient woman her favorite Instructor.
Aitai closed her eyes, as she was told to, and thought about the water under the gently bobbing boat. It had a light motion to it; the seas were mostly calm today, but in the Tienbraa sea, nothing was ever truly still.
"Now focus on the blue of the water." Instructor Aarezhnu shifted her tone, just as the water shifted. Back and forth, back and forth. "Feel the way that Tienebrah flows the the world. Feel the way that the sira shifts, moving with the current."
The instructor was the only one Aitai had ever heard refer to the Gods in the same breath as the sira. Most people preferred the buffer of philosophy, but Aarezhnu was old, and set in her ways, however fluid those ways seemed.
"Focus on the water, students. The water is where the sira is. The sira is what we are noticing today."
Aitai didn't know if the admonishment was meant for her, but she took it as such. Sira. Down into the water. Deeper into the water. There were little currents, like tadpoles playing, up near the surface, but the real sira... that should be further down. Down, down, down.
She found a shining beacon of blue and wrapped her mental hands around it. There, there, the brightest sira she had ever tasted.
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/589184.html. You can comment here or there.