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<B> [A tea or coffee stain is in the top <b> corner of a ripped parchment] They say names carry power, but I am not sure mine ever did. I was born under an open sky. No village. No walls. Just drifting leaves in the quite breeze. I do not remember ever settling somewhere for long. My earliest memories are of wandering mossy paths, resting beneath wild trees, and following the shape of rivers with no destination in mind. I grew up moving and always with my feet pointed toward somewhere new. For a long time I thought I would stay that way. Always wondering and never settling to find a place called home. But, suddenly I begin to feel a pull towards somewhere I never thought I would find myself. The halls of Kurimja offered me a space to grow without asking me to be anything louder than I am. I found belonging here in a way I never expected. During my growth in this home while I was out in the wilderness collecting herbs for a new tea idea.. I came across a cave. As storm clouds began to gather I rushed in to take shelter only to find that I had stumbled into the home of the Geomancers. While waiting out the rain I grabbed a scroll to read. This is when I began my study of Geomancy. Where I have started to try to understand the language of the Earth. I do not know what the future holds, but I want to keep learning. To keep finding balance in all things and to keep listening to the Earth around me. I want to finally understand the shape of the path I have been walking on all along. So that's where I'm headed. Forward, with eager steps. And, my cup full of the sweetest tea. <b> [She signs her name lightly] Honey | |