Northwind

 

The inn sat high on an open ledge overlooking the road. On the opposite side, the trees reached barely five feet above the traveled way, sweeping their dark ranks down the steep lower summit cone. Beyond there was only sky. The preceding evening was streaked with the barest of clouds, and the inhabitants of the Northwind Inn had been treated to a most spectacular sunset. Ayleah let her gaze stray to the north, where other mountain peaks raised shoulders in their own attempts to reach the heights. They stood in rank and file, arranged like standing waves approaching the western glow. Down to the west the valleys darkened as the sun's rays angled more and more away, but the other peaks shared in the special stance; they watched as all the rest of the world went to sleep. It was rarefied air, that of the mountaintop, and she felt privileged to partake in such a view.

The couple that had been sharing the porch with her, albeit in their own world the whole time, finally got up and went inside. Ayleah had barely enough time to wonder if she would be alone out here when Telon came through the door.

“How's the air out here tonight?” He asked, seeing her sitting in one of the chairs.

“Rarefied. Please join me, it's quite a lot to handle on one's own.” She indicated one of the chairs next to her.

Telon walked across and sat down. “This view is pretty extraordinary. I'm glad we ended up here for one of our nights. I'd heard of this inn, and always wanted to visit. It would have been reason enough to come up to the Lion's Seat.”

“I'm going to miss these mountain vistas.” Ayleah said, gazing out at the shimmer of water far away. “Are you sure you don't want to stay on this summit for a while? I know you've wanted to come here for a long time.”

Telon waved her concern away. “No no, you've made your decision and I think that it's wise we stick to the plan. This will not be the last time I ascend this peak.”

There was a period of silence while both of them watched the last glow of the sun turn from burnt orange into violet and then a dusky blue.

“Do you think Angelica would have really kept me there against my will?” Ayleah's question floated into the twilight air. “I know she was duplicitous, but I still feel poorly about how we had to leave...after her undeniable hospitality I mean.” she looked at Telon. “Is she really a bad person?”

“No, she is not.” he replied. “Angelica has a good heart, and no shadow of ill-intent about her. I know you have encountered those of real maliciousness and can feel the difference for yourself. No, what Angelica falls prey to is a trap that any human would fall for. Many do, in fact, and unfortunately do not have as good a heart as hers. The trap is that of discovering your own power and thinking then that it is the only solution to the world's problems. She is powerful, and her energy is necessary for the healing of this world, but she does not yet see that it is only one part of that process.”

Ayleah thought for a moment, then said. “How can I make sure I don't fall for that trap? I can feel the pull at my ego even now to grow in proportion to my strength. How can I make sure my heart is in the right place?”

Telon half-grinned. “The good news is that if you are asking that question, then you are probably already in a pretty good place. You don't have to worry too much about that Ayleah. I'm probably biased, but also I think you know your energy well-enough to know where and how it belongs. I think you have a true sense of wanting to use it to help others.”

“What if I should have stayed with Angelica though? Maybe she was right, and there was some great good we could have done, influencing the energy of the world behind the scenes.”

“Ayleah, you told me you felt there was someplace that needed your energy soon. When you told me you were needed in the river-lands, it was a sign to me that you knew your path. You are needed in the Winniaska Valley, I saw it too, and sense that something is occurring down there. You know that your energy is for a different path than Angelica's. Trust in that inner sense, trust in that path.”

“What do you think she'll do?” Ayleah asked, after a moment.

“We'll have to wait and see. Perhaps her workings will influence ours in some way. Angelica works directly with the essence of the world, and communes with its energies to shape reality from the inside. That way can become too potent, and too self-referential.” He yawned, and turned to Ayleah more directly. “Use your power to make changes closer to the surface. Diffuse your energy through a community where it can then have direct effects on others. Meditate on the difference in potency that technique might have.” He stood, and made to go back inside. “And now I think I must go to bed. The day was wonderful, but I have-” and he yawned again. “-Goodnight Ayleah.”

Ayleah watched him cross the porch again. “'Night Telon. And thank you for your guidance, I always appreciate it.” He gave her a small nod before opening the door.

The sky was almost completely dark now, and a few stars were starting to show. Ayleah smiled softly to herself, thinking of her path to the river-lands. For a few minutes before she also went inside there was no-one else on the porch to share the view, but she didn't feel alone.

From the journal of Avani, Summit Caretaker:

 

It has been nearly four whole moons since I arrived at this peak, and my shift as caretaker is almost complete. I have no doubt I will return for a future shift: the experience has been overall wonderful. This is a special place, one whose wonders are even more rare for the uniqueness of the ecosystem in which they are found. Awaking in the summitlands of this mountain, one might imagine it a desert, or some far-northern tundra landscape. The expanse of rocks and grassy pools feels more like an illustration from a textbook than like any real sort of place. It is so different from anywhere else, and raised above so that it sits like an island in the sky. It could be that this was what early explorers described when they told tales of heaven at the end of some long travel.

The summitlands are not heaven, though they do come close enough in many cases. They have inhabitants, mortal as you and I, going about small lives in the rocky meadows and hidden places. Delicate gardens abound on the ledges, giving proof that this is no desert either. The permanent inhabitants of such an intrepid place have done well over generations to tend to the gardens and lawns, preserving any species of plant that can succeed in these conditions. At the times when the storms blow, this zen-garden village shelters in its holes, locked firmly against the howling wind. Such vicious weather has struck this peak in my time here that I have understood the persistence of local religious beliefs. I have mentioned before in this journal about the complex belief structure that permeates this mountain community but the feelings become much more simplified in the raw face of a storm. A part of me shall be glad to see trees reaching far above my head once again.

When the days are clear however, this place is a sort of paradise. If it were not for the trials of the everyday, I might have thought once or twice that I had truly passed on to the other side. It makes me wonder at the difference in worldly perception between those who reside here full-time and those who only come for a short visit. Sometimes during my days as caretaker I have met with people who have come from one of the valley cities on a sightseeing trip. It only takes a few days for them to reach this spot. If they have a well-equipped repulsar vehicle, it is relatively easy for them to transport themselves to a wholly different ecosystem. I wonder if they can see how special it is; how unique its energies are. I am not the best reader of energy, not coming close to some of the scholars I've met up here on their retreats, but I can tell when a place is this powerful. Whatever this place is called, Seat of the Moose, or Seat of the Lion, it has long drawn people to its lofty rocks. It will continue to do so, pulling me back again in time. It will be good to return: I have not yet finished exploring the numerous crevices of the open summitlands. Each cave and secret meadow is a hidden treasure. Some are remote enough that they do not even have a hermit cottage to tend to them, or the dwelling has been long-since abandoned. What do the hermit sages seek up here, and would I even know if I found it as well?

There was a set of siblings that came through today, bound for the north. They did not stay, intending to make for the Northwind Inn tonight, but we shared some conversation and I found them to be delightful company. The two brothers were a jovial pair, resourceful and weathered by their experience on the road. They shared stories from the peaks down south, relating the natures of various summits. They said there had been some bare and open to the sky, but none quite as grand as this one. I myself, have heard of only two other mountains in the larger range with open tops like this. One of them, Mt. Abrahim, featured in their stories. They spoke of the community there, the types of sages they had seen, and of a gorgeous farm they had stopped at for lunch. At this, one of their traveling companions perked up, saying she had probably seen them at the time and hadn't remembered. The coincidences of the road are always a treat.

In addition to the brothers' sister, they seemed to be traveling with two other companions. One was a scholar, probably from the Queen City metro area by the look of his dress. The other though was a young woman who seemed close to the scholar and was likely an apprentice of some kind. At first it confused me to think that they were together with the three siblings because she had such a different air to the rest of them. The scholar at least seemed normal, for his kind. He was kind, but held a fierceness in reserve that revealed a shrewd and learned mind. The girl (though she was probably not much younger than myself) however had an unnerving potency about her. There was an inner fire that seemed to gently bubble under her surface, manifesting through her intentions and actions. Even I could sense her difference, but the others, if they did, seemed not to pay it much care. I have not often felt that way around another person, and I wonder how much she feels of that fire. What do people do with their power once they know that it is there for the using? Where will the world take this young woman, and perhaps more importantly, where will she take the world?