Weisa — EP7 Journal

Okay. I have long awaited this new blade. My dagger of venom. I'm so excited that I know it's maker's hands. Their words, their power. May they work through me with every motion I take. Figulus Gnaeus and Catryn really put so much magic into this production. Its weight stills me when I hold it. And I recognize that I now carry a new responsibility. With this weapon, I place it on my altar, which holds the presence of the three deities of my homeland. I haven't yet anyone else see it other than Nili, of course, who felt their presence immediately. I am so grateful she is here. I am tending to this new altar daily. I gathered so much water from the storm to keep tlaloc happy, as well as many flowers from the Kithgi quarters in devotion to the Coatl. And I have gathered much blood from my training, which Tezcatli, of course, welcomes with a smile. It is quite a strange new orientation to bring their presence into the walls of Juramentum like this. I can't help but wonder if mother would be proud to see what I've picked up from her priestess work, or if she would be disgusted by its simplicity. She has a way of prioritizing the visual layer. I must stay grateful for how she both. How both her skill and ignorance continue to teach me. Perhaps this altar is the first of many steps I must take in bridging the homelands of my past and present. As this war approaches, I pray for easy passage and diplomacy beyond prejudice and beyond my mind. We need to come together. Although I still can barely imagine it, it could only be a miracle of the gods.