Tuesday, January 29, 2013

To Catch a Butterfly ~ The Conclusion

Just click on the links for PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3.


The men let out war cries as the animals roared to life. In the chaos January could only make out pieces of flesh and fur. She dove for her dagger as Garnet tackled Lord Brovaka. Trusting he'd be ok, she rushed to help some rabbits nearby who were clawing and biting their way up a soldier's leg.

The battle raged on for what felt like hours as January aided one furry friend after another. She kept an eye out for Garnet, but couldn't make him out in the sea of battle. Then she saw them. Garnet and Lord Brovaka were on top of the very cliff Garnet stood upon to announce his arrival.

Surrounded by bears and wolves, she let herself watch the two men fight. They were dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Garnet needed her help. She rushed up the side of the hill, just in time to see Garnet slip over the edge, Lord Brovaka laughing.

Rage tore through her body, a fierce cry escaped her lips as she flung the dagger. Lord Brovaka turned just in time to see the dagger enter his chest.

"No," he whispered. "I cannot die at the hands of a mere woman." He dropped to his knees.

January approached, bending to meet his shocked stare. "There is no such thing as a 'mere woman'" she said before the light faded from Lord Brovaka's eyes.

January stood up tall and peered over the cliff, afraid of what she would see. A sigh of relief escaped as her heart started beating again upon seeing Garnet standing at the bottom, dirty, but unharmed.

"Your captain is dead!" January yelled over the battle field. One by one the men and animals stopped fighting to see if what she said was true. "Leave now and we will spare your lives."

It didn't take the men long to head her warning.

January slid down the mountain to Garnet's side. "I have never been so happy to see a digger. Thank you for your help, Garnet. I am forever in your debt."

Garnet smiled. "Thank you, Lady January, but I am no longer a digger. I hunt for a more elusive creature."

January grimaced. "I know I said I was forever in your debt, but how can you hunt after these animals came to your side to fight?"

"It's not an animal I hunt," said Garnet. Grabbing January around the waist he kissed her. Her mind conflicted with her heart as it told her to fight him off. But it was as if his lips were met to touch hers and she gave into his passionate embrace.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

To Catch a Butterfly - Part 3

Just click on the links for PART 1 and PART 2.


With a single swoop of his sword, the rope was cut and January fell to the ground. Getting her bearings she threw the net off and leapt to her feet, drawing a dagger from her boot.

"Ahhh, come on January. I thought you were going to play nice." Lord Brovaka laughed and sheathed his sword.

"You thought wrong." January ran full speed toward Lord Brovaka, she leapt and twisted in the air planting a heel to the strong jaw of Lord Brovaka, before landing on her feet in a defensive position.

"Ouch." Lord Brovaka rubbed his jaw, before sporting a wicked smile. "I like it rough, pet."

Letting out a low whistle, January found herself surrounded by Lord Brovaka's men.

She looked at the men surrounding her, there was no getting out of this mess alone. She only hoped her butterfly friends had found someone a little more warrior-like than the woodpecker or some squirrels.

"So it takes an army to capture one woman?" January threw her dagger on the ground.

"I do what needs done." Lord Brovaka sauntered up to January. "A lesson you will learn before our time is over." He caressed her cheek.

January fought the urge to vomit. "My father will kill you."

"Not if I kill him first," a voice boomed from the cliff.

January's heart leapt as Garnet stood on the cliff just above Lord Brovaka and his men.

Lord Brovaka held his arms up. "I'm afraid you are at a disadvantage, my friend." He gestured around them. "It is an army against one. The odds are not in your favor."

Garnet smirked. "Who said I was alone?"

On cue animals of all shapes and sizes surrounded the men. The men cowered as wolves, cougars and bears bared their teeth and large eagles and other birds soared dangerous close to their heads. Just behind the carnivores stood deer, elk and moose. Littered between were the smaller animals, porcupines, opossums, raccoons and of course, January's dear butterflies. All ready for a fight.

"What are you scared of?" shouted Lord Brovaka. "They're the same animals we hunt every day. Think of all the riches we will get from their skins. Attack!"
 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Native American Animal Symbol

Native American Animal Symbol
Otter: Jan 20 - 
Feb 18




A little quirky, and unorthodox, 
the Otter is a hard one to figure 
sometimes. Perceived as 
unconventional, the Otter methods 
aren't the first ones chosen to get the job done. This is a big mistake on the part of others – because although unconventional, the Otter's methods are usually quite effective. Yes, the Otter has unusual way of looking at things, but he/she is equipped with a brilliant imagination and intelligence, allowing him/her an edge over every one else. Often very perceptive and intuitive, the Otter makes a very good friend, and can be very attentive. In a nurturing environment the Otter is sensitive, sympathetic, courageous, and honest. Left to his/her own devices, the Otter can be unscrupulous, lewd, rebellious, and isolated.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

To Catch a Butterfly ~ Part 2

To catch up on To Catch a Butterfly, you can find Part 1 here.


January looked to her butterflies. "Go get help," she whispered as they fluttered off.  Hopefully her friend the woodpecker would be close by or maybe some of her squirrel friends.

January tried to right her body in the net, hoping to be able to reach the knot and untie it, but it was no use. Every turn just got her more tangled.

"You shouldn't fret about so," came a deep voice from behind. "It will only make it harder to get out."

January sighed, it wasn't Garnet. She was tangled in someone else's net.

"Well why don't you just let me down and save me the trouble of fretting," January retorted, trying to turn around and see her capture.

"Oh, I can't do that," said the man. "After all I've caught a butterfly and one must stop and admire it's beauty."

The man walked around to face January. "You must be January, the eldest of daughter of the Earth. You will fetch a fine ransom. Of course, had one of your sisters been here with you it would be much more. Of the eleven sisters I had to catch the loner. Oh well, it is what it is."

"You seem to know a lot about me." January eyed the man with dark hair, long goatee and dark green eyes. A scar zig zagged across his forehead. "Might you do me the favor of introducing yourself so I can have the same pleasure."

"Oh, how rude of me," the man did a deep bow. "They call me Lord Brovaka, but you can call me Thomas, as we will become close friends until your ransom has been paid." He rubbed his hands together and glared at January, giving her the chills. "Oh yes, we shall have great fun while waiting for your father to pay."

"You are no friend of mine," said January. "My father will not pay. He will send his armies to find me and you will be dead. So let me down and I will see that your life is spared."

Lord Brovaka laughed. "Oh, he will pay. For if he doesn't I will set my sights on your sisters, February and July are quite lovely. I'd love to add them to my collection."

"You stay away from my sisters, you monster!"

Lord Brovaka stroked his goatee. "Well then, be a nice pet and play nice and I won't have to involve your sisters." He drew his sword. "Do I have your word not to run?"

January nodded. She had to get away, but could do nothing if she was caught up in Lord Brovaka's net. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere."
 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Stone Magic ~ The Spirit Within

Garnet ~ Lore & History
The King of Saxony is said to have had a garnet of over 465 carats. Plato had his portrait engraved on a garnet by a Roman engraver. Bohemia, now a part of Czechoslovakia, was once a tremendous source of garnet, and at one time, cutting, polishing, and mounting garnets was a very rich industry in that country. Many Bohemian castles and churches had magnificent interiors decorated with garnet. Bohemian garnets are famous even today, known for their small but beautiful stones set close to each other resembling a pomegranate. Garnet jewelry is still found in the Czech Republic, with the stones still arranged in the traditional, tightly joined way. This ensures that the attraction of the classical Garnet pieces is caused only by the beauty of its stones. The Anglo-Saxons were also fond of garnets. Their jewelry was set with garnets mounted in many forms.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

To Catch a Butterfly ~ Part 1


January lifted her finger as the dark red butterfly landed delicately on the perch.

"Ruby," whispered January in the language of the butterflies, "what news have you?"

The butterfly fluttered it's wings causing January to lift an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Ruby nodded a reply.

January sighed. "I knew he would be back. I just hoped it would not be this soon."

Ruby fluttered again, causing January to shake her head. "No, we will not tell the elders yet. The Easterner has been reasonable before, hopefully he will see sense again. Show me where Garnet lays his head."

The butterfly took off and began flying toward the south. This did not surprise January, the digger always did prefer the warmness of the southern mountains. Light on her feet she kept up with her winged friend and soon gained an entourage of other butterflies; Sapphire, Emerald, and Topaz joined her run.

Ruby halted her flight, causing January and the other butterflies to skid to a halt. She laid on the ground and squinted at the valley below. There in the meadow sat a small camp, complete with tent and small fire still smoldering. She scanned the tree line, looking for the man called Garnet, but found nothing.

"He must be hunting." January hopped up. "Hopefully he has not started yet. I will meet him in his camp, he will see reason."

January took another step, a snap of a twig told her it was the wrong one. Before she could jump out of the way she was balled up in one of Garnet's famous nets.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Stone Magic ~ The Spirit Within

Garnet History & Lore
Garnet is the birthstone for January and the stone that celebrates the 2nd anniversary of marriage. The name “garnet” comes from the Latin word “Garanatus,” meaning “seedlike,” in reference to a pomegranate. This reference makes sense as small garnets look like the bright red seeds you find inside in a pomegranate. The garnet has been a popular gem throughout history. Garnets were found as beads in a necklace worn by a young man in a grave that dates back to 3000 B.C. This is proof of the hardness and durability of the stone.