Andita Weaves
A glospiker has a talent for weaving. She makes beautiful tapestries, but keeps them in her home, not sure what to do with them. One day, she meets a small glospiker with all but one eye slashed out. She takes him back to her home and tends to his wounds with pieces of her latest tapestry, for she has no other fabric around to cover his eye sockets with. He is grateful to her and tells her she has a talent for healing. She disagrees with him, saying that she just did what she could to help out, and that, really, she's only an artist.
The stranger asks to see some of her finished tapestries, and they spend the evening looking them over and talking about what she does with them and what makes her want to spin such elaborate scenes. Before going to sleep that night, the stranger tells Andita that he thinks she's better at healing than she imagines. He says that her tapestries have the power to make people happy and bring them peace of mind.
Andita is surprised by this, for she'd never thought that people needed emotional or mental healing before. The stranger asks her to share her passion and love with the world, and she agrees to do so. She goes to bed thinking this over. The next morning, the stranger is gone, and the pieces of her tapestry she tore apart to treat his eyes with are meshed together into a whole piece again. The image it depicts is a single eye.
Blood Lust
Healer Woman
Othni has the guise of a bird of paradise. Around her neck, she wears gold and silver hoops. She enters a city with herbs and remedies, setting down a mat with an eye pattern at the edge of a dark and dirty street and sitting down. She has done this before and many city goers know what she is here to do, though they do not know who she truly is. Othni hands out medicine to those who stops to talk and asks for help. She sings her song, oo-na-ko-oo-na-nae, and people gather closer and sing with her.
The sad and lonely sit at the edge of her mat and she makes them tea to drink with her. The sick take herbs from her basket and her how to heal themselves. Children bring her flowers from the cracks between the cobblestone streets and set them in her feathers. She takes off hoops and sets them over the wrists of children and in the hands of her tired company. She wraps clean cloth over cuts and cleans infections with a jug of water. She stays an hour and sings and smiles and heals all in Tamse who wish to know her and see her.
The people call her a powerful priest, but no one hears of where she comes from or where she leaves to when she is not in town. The priests know there is more to the healer than anyone sees. They whisper her name to each other every time a child walks by with gold and silver hoops on their wrist, or a man walks by singing, oo-na-ko-oo-na-nae.
Othni's Eye