Knowledge Is Power [Morgana] Mar 20, 2011 2:32:15 GMT -5
Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 2:32:15 GMT -5
With the power to be powerful, believe we can make it better
It felt good to be able to relax without the constant fear of being discovered. Catalina's small band of nomadic druids had chosen to take rest with an already established group of druids that resided within the forests near Camelot. There was safety in numbers, thus why her Uncle had chosen to remain with the others for the next few days, giving both their horses and their people time to rest. There was talk amongst the other druids, fear in the insistent persecution of those with the gift of magic or those who were simply accused because Uther was a paranoid old man who was haunted by painful memories. Hatred was not the druids' way, they pitied the King and wished peace for him but they wouldn't subject themselves to his madness.
How could one remain sane when they surrounded themselves with so much death and despair? It was so foreign to Catalina really. Brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear, she concentrated on the poultice she was making rather than daydreaming about problems that were not her own. She had days like this where all she could think about where the troubles of those that were in power and how it could be made better. "What are you doing Cat?" She heard a voice behind her and turned to see her sister standing there with her infant son on her hip. "I am working on making some healing poultices, never know when we will need some." Catalina replied with a soft smile, gesturing to the gathered items on the table in front of her.
"Always doing something. Can't you just relax?" Her sister teased as she shifted her son Ramos to her other hip as he had begun to fuss. Shaking her head, Catalina couldn't help but laugh. "Nope, now go away so I can finish." Sticking her tongue out at Catalina, Samara laughed and walked off to find her husband and hand the baby off to him.
How happy Ramos and Giron made her sister, her own little family. It was something that Catalina found herself envying at times and then there were times she was glad that she didn't have to worry about having a child and husband to care for. Not that she was selfish of course because her mind was constantly on the safety of her people but she liked not having to worry about her own actions directly affecting others. Looking to the ground, Catalina spoke a few ancient words, casting a spell with the flicker of gold in her eyes and suddenly an herb grew that she needed for her poultice. Magic truly was a gift.
If only someone could show Uther that, show him that it was not to be feared but respected. Maybe then things would change for him. Not that anyone would be able to show him this, no one had enough influence with him to get past that thick skull of his. That being said, Catalina was merely going on what she had heard and seen of the hard-headed King, she had no personal experience that didn't stretch beyond losing both her parents to the Great Purge. It still hurt, despite not knowing them, it still hurt and it probably always would hurt. She could easily hate Uther and wish his death as others did but what would that prove? Answering death with even more death. That wouldn't end the cycle.
Touching the amulet around her neck fondly, Catalina got back to work, humming to herself as she did. Every so often she could be seen magically growing something that she needed with a spell but for the most part she worked quickly and quietly at her little table beneath a great oak.
Word Count; 637
Lyrics; "You're The Voice" John Farhman
Time-frame; Late Afternoon - During the episode 'The Nightmare Begins'