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➸ tired of reading? take me to the baubles!
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- Some of the exploring Simas decided they would pay a visit to the violet-colored dwarf to understand more. Elated by their interest, Valerian smiled warmly and stood to lead the way with a swish of her stubby tail. They weaved through a couple of other Simas and stands and led them towards a tunnel like the one that led them to the glade. This one was wider, and cobblestone steps led into it with gorse flanking each side. They all sauntered through the tunnel and out of another archway. In front of them stood a small shrine.
Offerings were laid out, ranging from flowers, food, and little notes that were folded delicately. An old rack had been hung off of the tree that had been used for the shrine, the antlers seeming to be made of stone and nearly completely coated in moss with age.
" If you don't know Nethimir, she's our mother- or what other Simas call a deity. She protects us from danger as she finds other teacups like me. She's the matriarch of nature itself!" Valerian sat down in front of the shrine, allowing the Simas to look at the shrine as she spoke. " She also blessed my friends, such as Lachesis, with the jewel that you seem to find so strange. We just call it a flower jewel, and it's blessed to attract bugs and gives everyone with it the ability to wield nature in her honor. I used to be jealous of their duality, but now that I think of it, I'm alright with the way I am. Nature's the best designer, right? " She said, pricking her ears as her attention had briefly been stolen by a songbird fluttering from the tree.
" ...Anyway. Our tribe appreciates how she's kept us safe from harm and her efforts to maintain balance in the world, so we worship her. " She said and attempted to curl her stubby tail around her paws. The flowers on her jewel guard got squished as she did so. " As the seasons change, we show appreciation for her efforts through the festival. My friends and I always hope that the world might not be as bad as we think if we were to venture from the Glade. Of course, we have the option, but it's much safer for us here. I just enjoy thinking about all the other dwarfs we could meet! " She said, standing and flexing her needle-like claws in a stretch. " Us opening our festival for visitors could help in my endeavors to make more friends. " She murmured partially to herself before leading them back in.
The Simas followed her and listened in on what she had to say. By the sounds of it, Nethimir is the widely appreciated deity in these parts. It would make sense, although not very many were lucky enough to see her, yet. Valerian did, however, mention that very few of the teacups of the Glade have seen her and that she's part of how they survived and made it here. She then spoke of the occasional flowers left behind by the deity as she lit her way through the cool nights of Summer and Spring and the sights of occasional nature-powered worshippers who stumbled about outside of the Glade.
She talked about daily life in the Glade; the hunting patrols sent out at dawn and the plentiful food that could feed the entire tribe for that day. Maintaining crops and harvesting berries, frequent social gatherings, and power displays for entertainment. They seemed like a pretty average tribe aside from this blessing, some of the Simas realized. They were nobody to be afraid of.
