10 - Ceiqa the Priestess

10 - Ceiqa the Priestess

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Ceiqa's people had always known these things, but they had never truly understood them. The river Atlahiolakan which ran through the jungle-forest of Araltaixn, the water in it was different, and from drinking of it their ancestors had become different as well, or so the stories told. Whenever her kind made use of their flesh: their eyes, ears, nose, tongue or skin, they would sense, comprehend, the things beyond the things: the innermost shapes, and innermost substances; and there was great power in that comprehension. Those who lived by the banks of Atlahiolakan had almost on instinct learned to harness some of that power for their own purposes, as though it was a part of them. Though those things the common folk knew were but a shadow to what there truly was to be known about the world.
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