Oluílií - Ancestor Consecration
Luhu Dropclear drew a sign of gratitude in the sand with her tail. The scent of blooming plumeria, mingling with the light salt of the lapping waves, caressed her nose as she watched Oríl, the last chieftain of the Qiriri of the Emerald Lagoon, being laid in the ancestral barge. Soft, deep humming sounds reached her dragon ear, meant to soothe the grief of the bereaved, but Luhu had been too attached to the old chieftain, and tears of sorrow filled her deep blue eyes. Two manatees were tied to the front of the festively decorated boat, and the procession slowly began to move. Luhu joined the last of the boats, in which the entire village had taken their places. Songs of creation drifted over the mourners until everyone had reached the ancestral sandbanks. Enveloped in a dark blue lotus leaf and entwined with a woven net of water reeds, the chief was lowered into the water. Luhu dove down into the ancestral reef, which itself had specially adorned for the occasion. Luhu observed small coral sailfish hiding among the flowering polyps. More and more Qiriri followed Luhu underwater and surrounded the old chief's final resting place. The guardian of souls spoke the blessings of life and the ancestors, and slowly the reef began to stir. Shimmering sea creatures appeared above the coral to welcome the deceased, whose soul had transformed into a transparent, shimmering lionshark, into their circle of ancestral spirits. Luhu knew it was not the end, but a new beginning.
The Embrace of the Lotus
The three blessings of the last waves
Miqotl, Mother of Creation, Great Mistress of the Seas, we call upon You. Cradle Oril in Your gentle yet powerful waves. You have nourished us; now we give back to You what is Yours. - Blessing of the Wave -
What has passed away now becomes the seed of the new, May Oril bloom eternally from now on. In harmony with the sacred currents, may he grow in strength, in height, in breadth, and defy the infinity of the tides. - Blessing of Life -
We call upon the ancestral spirits who have gone before us and live on in the murmur of the waves.
Oril comes to become one with the stone guardians of the reef for eternity,
to listen to the silent whisper of the gentle waves and to feed shimmering schools.
Let him rest in your wisdom and shine in your light.
Guide Oril on the unseen currents of the tides and welcome him into your circle. - Blessings of the Ancestors -





Such an amazing piece. May your Eva-Maria have known the beauty of your work.
Thank you so much, I think she would have liked it.
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