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So Wanja wouldn't leave alone about the mermay thing. I had to make him look cool. This is the make up art for all the torture he had endured.

- short story

Wanja dipped his head tucking back the strands of the mop top crown of his hair behind the crook at the base of his ear seemingly shyly as he adverted his gaze. " Nawh, et wasn't like dat....I was just goin' foah a walk and dere was a raptah. " He began to wash the ritual face paint off his cheeks with a cloth as he was speaking to the other.

Having come into the hut shuffling his feet, he had removed all his ceremonial garb, set it aside, and was now in the process of cleaning up. " Da t'ing es, I dun own raptahs, or aneht'ing, I'm nawt like dat. I just guided et back to da village I t'ink et wandahed off from yanno? " He paused for a short time in speaking as he was really digging in with scrubbing his face with the cloth above the bowl of water on his lap. Wanja was kinda making a mess of his forearms and hands with the remnants of paint in the water mixing and becoming runny but his face was cleaner.

" Da raptah 'ad been pretteh sick, stuck in dat place between life and death. Dat's da onleh reason I was realleh able to help ets wid da ritual. I'm nawt some supah shamon or not'ing. " He flashed a quick smile through the stray hair that had fallen forward as he had been washing his face. It was a kind of humbleness in expression with his facial features, but at same time that lopsided smile hinted that he had more confidence within than what he pretended he had outwardly. His cheeks flushed now a light lavender, face fresh and new looking, as his face was cleared of all that paint.

After wringing out the cloth Wanja worked on removing the paint from his arms and hands which was easier than the dried clinging face paint had been. Wet and fluid the paint and water mixture seemed to roll into the bowl with an easy sweeping swipe of the cloth over the skin. Wanja dried his face and arms once he had finished rinsing them, quickly. " Da elements dey is alwehs like dat, fightin', ragin', dey're chaotic, but dey are everehting just da same. Dey can be balanced out, walkin' about on dat fine line, yanno? Like uh... where da ocean meets da shoah on a calm, almost windless day, yeh? Dey nawt always violent in dere conflict. " He responded to the question the other asked, as he was walking to the entrance of the hut to dump out the bowl of water.

He glanced back over his shoulder as he emptied the bowl, he was soon returning inside the hut to continue the conversation. " Well, dere's Fiah, I'm da strongest in dat, and Air, den dere is Watah and Earth, den o' course dere's Spirit. Most o' us be moah towards neutral, does trained to be moah balanced out, but uh we umm all 'ave ouah leanings. " He pulled his gear bag up behind him to prop himself up and to pull a few specific items from within to set them out in front of him.

He shook his head causing his earrings to rattle and clatter together with the motion. " Nawh, not me. I can't see tings as clearleh as all dat. I'm not a prophet, I dun speak to da ancestors, or maneh loa, visions dey nawt alwehs too strong wid me, dough dey strongah since da time I almost died. I see tings bettah den I once did, and I seem ta be strongah tied to da elements den I once was, yanno? " He set two bowls in front of him, setting a few items in the containers.

Wanja began chuckling lightly as more questions were asked. " I would say mah purpose be an equalizah, I ummm da dat line like I was sayin' befo' where da ocean meet da shoah, da balance, da ushah at da gateway, da vessel o' da elements, o' all dat be." He paused as he was lighting a rolled silver sage incense, pointing at it after another question was asked. " Oh, dis? Dis is just to make da connection strongah between ya an meh being o' fiah and air... yeh... I was getting to dat. "

He looked up to the other with a soft and kindly expression. " Et dun 'urt to get to know one anotha befo' 'and at all. I find et works easah if I do. "

He sighed quietly as he pushed a portion of his bracelets up the length of his arm so to expose some of his flesh there and to keep them clean. " I just wanna say I'm sorreh foah callin' to ya. I didn't know ya was in da area when I 'ealed da raptah... but uh... I'm glad I found ya so I can lead ya to da ancestors... "

Wanja nodded. " Yeh... dis es getting towards da goodbyes. " He was quick to shake his head with the next question. " Nawh, et won't 'urt.. I'm 'ere to 'elp wid dat. " He looked up at the other as he was drawing elemental runic symbols on the round pad in the abandon hut. " So, uh... what be da 'ardest t'ing ya 'ave letting go o' dat es keepin' ya 'ere? " He asked quietly of the spirit.

Description

So Wanja wouldn't leave alone about the mermay thing. I had to make him look cool. This is the make up art for all the torture he had endured.

- short story

Wanja dipped his head tucking back the strands of the mop top crown of his hair behind the crook at the base of his ear seemingly shyly as he adverted his gaze. " Nawh, et wasn't like dat....I was just goin' foah a walk and dere was a raptah. " He began to wash the ritual face paint off his cheeks with a cloth as he was speaking to the other.

Having come into the hut shuffling his feet, he had removed all his ceremonial garb, set it aside, and was now in the process of cleaning up. " Da t'ing es, I dun own raptahs, or aneht'ing, I'm nawt like dat. I just guided et back to da village I t'ink et wandahed off from yanno? " He paused for a short time in speaking as he was really digging in with scrubbing his face with the cloth above the bowl of water on his lap. Wanja was kinda making a mess of his forearms and hands with the remnants of paint in the water mixing and becoming runny but his face was cleaner.

" Da raptah 'ad been pretteh sick, stuck in dat place between life and death. Dat's da onleh reason I was realleh able to help ets wid da ritual. I'm nawt some supah shamon or not'ing. " He flashed a quick smile through the stray hair that had fallen forward as he had been washing his face. It was a kind of humbleness in expression with his facial features, but at same time that lopsided smile hinted that he had more confidence within than what he pretended he had outwardly. His cheeks flushed now a light lavender, face fresh and new looking, as his face was cleared of all that paint.

After wringing out the cloth Wanja worked on removing the paint from his arms and hands which was easier than the dried clinging face paint had been. Wet and fluid the paint and water mixture seemed to roll into the bowl with an easy sweeping swipe of the cloth over the skin. Wanja dried his face and arms once he had finished rinsing them, quickly. " Da elements dey is alwehs like dat, fightin', ragin', dey're chaotic, but dey are everehting just da same. Dey can be balanced out, walkin' about on dat fine line, yanno? Like uh... where da ocean meets da shoah on a calm, almost windless day, yeh? Dey nawt always violent in dere conflict. " He responded to the question the other asked, as he was walking to the entrance of the hut to dump out the bowl of water.

He glanced back over his shoulder as he emptied the bowl, he was soon returning inside the hut to continue the conversation. " Well, dere's Fiah, I'm da strongest in dat, and Air, den dere is Watah and Earth, den o' course dere's Spirit. Most o' us be moah towards neutral, does trained to be moah balanced out, but uh we umm all 'ave ouah leanings. " He pulled his gear bag up behind him to prop himself up and to pull a few specific items from within to set them out in front of him.

He shook his head causing his earrings to rattle and clatter together with the motion. " Nawh, not me. I can't see tings as clearleh as all dat. I'm not a prophet, I dun speak to da ancestors, or maneh loa, visions dey nawt alwehs too strong wid me, dough dey strongah since da time I almost died. I see tings bettah den I once did, and I seem ta be strongah tied to da elements den I once was, yanno? " He set two bowls in front of him, setting a few items in the containers.

Wanja began chuckling lightly as more questions were asked. " I would say mah purpose be an equalizah, I ummm da dat line like I was sayin' befo' where da ocean meet da shoah, da balance, da ushah at da gateway, da vessel o' da elements, o' all dat be." He paused as he was lighting a rolled silver sage incense, pointing at it after another question was asked. " Oh, dis? Dis is just to make da connection strongah between ya an meh being o' fiah and air... yeh... I was getting to dat. "

He looked up to the other with a soft and kindly expression. " Et dun 'urt to get to know one anotha befo' 'and at all. I find et works easah if I do. "

He sighed quietly as he pushed a portion of his bracelets up the length of his arm so to expose some of his flesh there and to keep them clean. " I just wanna say I'm sorreh foah callin' to ya. I didn't know ya was in da area when I 'ealed da raptah... but uh... I'm glad I found ya so I can lead ya to da ancestors... "

Wanja nodded. " Yeh... dis es getting towards da goodbyes. " He was quick to shake his head with the next question. " Nawh, et won't 'urt.. I'm 'ere to 'elp wid dat. " He looked up at the other as he was drawing elemental runic symbols on the round pad in the abandon hut. " So, uh... what be da 'ardest t'ing ya 'ave letting go o' dat es keepin' ya 'ere? " He asked quietly of the spirit.