Memory Fragments: Probity

Idios

What would you consider a particular, or otherwise unique characteristic?
It might have to do with race, body pigments, specimen, or enigma
Perhaps a conscious collective of all the different forms of mystic
Maybe a false accusation upon believing a resembling stigma

What we go through. Nothing more that misunderstanding and partial judgement
Make do with the apologies and get rid of them. Nothing more than a clouded mouth
Bite the thunder and reveal the inner image. What metal tongue you have; lies in movement
We were never imprisoned. What lies in the dessert; the Idios people far in the south

Amidst the thunder rains, deep in the oasis near the Cassanahita river
One can see sparks of magic and illusion. Rays of light bursting out
Dark and holy arts you call them. Enough to make the very soul quiver
Fright upon foreigners. Hell and heaven themselves are clashing in the devout

What kind of magic do you fancy? What mere pony trick shall I do?
Ignite the flame of heart, the spark of mind, or perhaps, see the soul in the eyes?
No false intentions are in me, nor do I see any in you or your crew
So tell me: why are you all here in disguise? Lack of trust it implies

...I understand. Foul beings such as ourselves are not to be trusted, right?
But we are the same as you and the Zanys. Physically different, that is all
So strip down those false ears and fangs; you're not fooling anyone, even in this night
Welcome to the festival, by the way. Are you ready to commemorate the start of fall?

Hear the laughter of kids along the rising winds, and prepare for a burst
Those eardrums of yours, too delicate to handle wind magic's turbulence
Perhaps a protection charm? Don't want those floppy things getting cursed
Blow away any doubts of the coming harvest; lest you want summer's permanence

Ah, yes. The harvest. Say: what kind of produce do think happen here?
With only one river, you would think not the kind that needs lots of water, right?
With water magic, all food can be grown here. Splash here and there, and let fruit appear
Ice, too, is part of this magic. For when we need to freeze and preserve through the twilight

...Have you ever seen our crystal and stained glass works of art? What marvels the common eye
Fire, earth, and electromagnetism magic. With this much sand, yeah. Good source of income
See right there. A family making a burial image. A clear glass where their heart used to lie
...Tell me again. Why are you all so afraid of us? What is so different where you come from?

...No dark nor holy magic. No acts of summoning nor blessing of the sacred
There's no darkness nor pureness in any of these. It is but magic in its normal form
Twisted by surroundings, magic shifts. But if left alone, it returns to how it was created
Only true people can do these arts. Only those who shall not let the soul deform

It does not matter if you are evil. If that is your true nature, then you are not deformed
It goes the same if you are a saint of heart. No true nature does a shadow not cast
This magic is special. Only in this festival, and dire situations shall it be performed
By me, or my son. Only we can do this. Many have died trying. Many have been made an outcast

...But elemental magic is good for everyone, though. Seeing as we are, by nature, formless
We take this change of season as a change in ourselves. A new form, and a new goal
We master magic as it comes to us. From one to other, until it is time to become changeless
When there is nothing left to learn. Then, and only then, can we teach the stasis of the soul

Not allowing it to change. Untied to worldly magic, it becomes natural and one with the world
Funny. Worldly magic prevents us from keeping in touch with the world's true magic
But it is necessary to dispense with any and all things that might leave the soul swirled
Swirled into an endless spiral of change. Losing yourself to the world...what fate most tragic

...But I digress. You are here to learn about our culture and not this mumbling
What good does a rambling do to the heart, but confuse it and keeping it wanting
Let me give you a small token of appreciation. A crystal charm most humbling
It shall remind you of this. A memento of a change in you; to remember your dawning