L e e k a

The mists were strong this morning. They glided off the cliffs like a torrent thundercloud, same as they did everyday, swelling as large as cumulus clouds and engulfing the forests in ubiquitous fog. A blessing from the Moon Goddess, so it was said, a protective shroud for those who worshiped her and lived in her shadow on these lands. Leeka wasn't sure of what stock she put in the Gods but there was certainly something thought provoking about the fog, a presence that felt constant and watching. Benign, of course...usually. It was at times when she felt unnerved that she thinks perhaps it might do good to refresh herself on the lore and maybe say a prayer to the Goddess but Leeka did not know how to please a luminary and thus often said nothing. She never had to deal with one before in her life till now and was skeptical if she should even try. No one after all was shoving faith down her throat and by no means had she been told it was necessary.

Yet, one had to wonder.

If what she had heard was true, the Glazier's gift of crafting glass came from the Goddess of the Moon. The particular quality of the ability was also rather curious in that one could only craft glass from the mist, a suppose extension of the Goddess. Rather odd for a magic skill to be so limited in medium, not that there was any shortage of the grey matter here. As far as she understood gifts of magic could only be granted by a God or passed down from a bloodline, and from what she knew, no Glazier was ever related to one another, meaning the magic couldn't have been gained from a family link. Which begs the question- Does every Glazier truly get their gift directly from the God of the Moon? Do they actually meet? Leeka tried imaging a celestial being morphing from the ghastly wisps but Leeka had no clue as to how what the Goddess would look like and so only thought of mass of shifting shadows carried on blades of wind. The Edge's patron commanded all the gifts of darkness and wind after all...

I want to know.... she thought, lowering her head to examine a patch of looming fog, teasing at it with a hoof before brushing it away as a tightening sensation seized her heart, making her chest seem to shrink. It was all so very new, all so very foreign and frightening, she could not be blamed for quaking at the idea of such a being existing. She still didn't believe, however, merely questioned and yet more then willing to learn otherwise. For now, it was a puzzle to solve, a problem in need of a solution.

And who better to ask then a Glazier for answers? A name hung on the tip of her tongue, one that she heard at a herd meeting before. Brisa, that was it. Turning around Leeka began her search for the Edges esteemed crafter with a light hop in her step, peering left to right for a sign of the mare.

" Brisa, Brisa! I've something to ask of you."

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" Talking."
Thoughts