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Saga of the North Wind … Wynd pushes aside the tent flap and steps into the darkness of the spirit lodge.

Seramet sits cross-legged on the far side of a small fire that burns in the center of the yurt. Periodically, she reaches into a leather pouch on her lap and draws forth a handful of what look like twigs and leaves, throwing them onto the fire where they crackle and burn, giving forth a thick, aromatic smoke that swirls lazily through the air and up to the smoke hole in the roof.

The shaman looks up and gestures for Wynd to take a seat opposite her. “I saw the signal,” Wynd says, sitting down. “What happens now?”

Seramet pulls another handful of leaves from the bag and throws them onto the fire. The smoke in the room starts to get thicker. “Venturing into the spirit world,” she says, “is not like walking down a well-trodden path. It is more akin to a fisherman dropping a line in the water, not knowing what he is going to catch but hoping that something takes the bait.” “So we are the fishermen, and the gods are the fish?” “Perhaps,” she says. “Sometimes it’s the other way around. In any case, you must prepare for another journey into the spirit world.”

(My OC Wynd from the tribe of the Pale Moon. Story: Saga of the North Wind written by Tom Knights.)