The Mother's Role
A researcher's account of the Leafborn and their enigmatic deity, "The Mother."
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The Mother's Role
By Vincent Lodress, Year 1173
I stayed with The Leafborn longer than I had originally planned. I must admit, I felt at home among them. I was enamored with their ideals, the serenity of their spirit, and the understated harmony they are each able to achieve by embracing what nature has to offer.
Elder members instructing young devotees in nature magic was truly something to behold. The ease with which they could command the elements to do their bidding, commanding plants and animals—it was a marvel.
This is not how they saw it, however. Asking about their techniques, what they described was akin to asking a favor, adding only that devotion to The Mother was key. This puzzled me. From what I could see, they were calling upon the energies inherent in the world around them. I saw no visible signs of a greater being—this so-called 'Mother'—empowering their enchantments or guiding their hands.
But they were adamant The Mother was ever-present and omnipresent, contributing in small ways to every moment of their lives; bestowing them the courage to cast a spell or quashing fearful thoughts so they could sleep at night.
I envied their devotion. The certainty with which they commit to these beliefs was admirable. Regardless of rank or stature, each member seemed reassured by the mere fact that someone, somewhere was looking out for them, even if no no visible aspect of that being's existence can be found.
But it does make one wonder: is there something behind this faithfulness? Some unseen whisper of power, speaking words heard only by the elders? There were, after all, meetings I was not allowed to attend; gatherings in closed rooms, the purpose of which I was never quite clear on.
I'm not presuming malicious intent, but I am curious why so many would follow so willingly, so unquestioningly. Truth is often hidden from those who fail to ask.
Elder members instructing young devotees in nature magic was truly something to behold. The ease with which they could command the elements to do their bidding, commanding plants and animals—it was a marvel.
This is not how they saw it, however. Asking about their techniques, what they described was akin to asking a favor, adding only that devotion to The Mother was key. This puzzled me. From what I could see, they were calling upon the energies inherent in the world around them. I saw no visible signs of a greater being—this so-called 'Mother'—empowering their enchantments or guiding their hands.
But they were adamant The Mother was ever-present and omnipresent, contributing in small ways to every moment of their lives; bestowing them the courage to cast a spell or quashing fearful thoughts so they could sleep at night.
I envied their devotion. The certainty with which they commit to these beliefs was admirable. Regardless of rank or stature, each member seemed reassured by the mere fact that someone, somewhere was looking out for them, even if no no visible aspect of that being's existence can be found.
But it does make one wonder: is there something behind this faithfulness? Some unseen whisper of power, speaking words heard only by the elders? There were, after all, meetings I was not allowed to attend; gatherings in closed rooms, the purpose of which I was never quite clear on.
I'm not presuming malicious intent, but I am curious why so many would follow so willingly, so unquestioningly. Truth is often hidden from those who fail to ask.