Private Children's miracles

[Ridia Alma-Ater Solii]

One of the invariable aspects of Ridia's life was her unswerving devotion to her ideals, and even though from one awakening cycle to another certain individual teachings and significant politico-religious figures fell into disfavour in the inner mental world of the Saint of the Empire of the Fallen Light, a certain centrality and power still remained behind the kindness and openness to help anyone that the Ridia was known for, both in the days of her youth and in the subsequent historical epochs of a galaxy full of paradoxes and mystical events. hence now, having found no better time and mood than to visit another society built on the primacy of the spiritual over the material and the surreal over the real, Ridia in light and not too tight clothes went to the capital of the planet Bardotta, both to visit the familiar faces of the local respected religion, and simply to spend time in near-idyllic places of the strongest contact of the marvellous, untainted by scientific and technological civilisations, the sphere of ancient nature and inward-looking society, in the almost intimate symbiosis of which there were such profound transformations and metamorphoses that even such a monument of the past such as Ridia found it difficult to hold back an almost open cry of admiration and respect for the local system of functioning of society, its deep cultural and social foundations and norms of behaviour, which, although far from the woman's native home, still some common logical lines were actively and clearly visible in some places. Arriving late in the evening, Ridia quickly found a hotel, where having paid for a few nights in advance, she spent a rather short period of sleep and psychological consideration for her body. Early in the morning she was one of the first to go to the local branch of the temple, where she spent most of the morning, asking and inquiring about the latest academic and theological thoughts of local thinkers and members of the Dagoyan Order, in return sharing her thoughts and sympathetically recounting both nightmarish and joyful stories from various spiritual and mystical movements,Ridia and the Dagoyan Masters could easily connect on a deeper than linguistic level, which always resulted in Ridia's little notes and essays, which she wrote in her free time from her pilgrimage and eternal religious wandering. And so this time, planning in the silence and society of the wonderful mountains and small rivers flowing down into many hundred metres of precipices and picturesque plains to write another page or two, Ridia passed unnoticed by herself from one part of the city, stunning in its architecture and history, to another, more ancient and deprived of such a degree of density of population, and partly already covered by the agents of nature in all its unique variety of forms, odours and foliage. Such places were usually forbidden to children and physically weak organisms, for such a vertical direction of the paths laid centuries ago and the absence of any safety measures could easily lead to the loss of one's life and future dreams. But luckily for herself Ridia had been above the average citizen for a long time when it came to physical prowness, so she didn't worry about it, though she made sure that she didn't trip or collide with anyone walking in direction, opposite to her.

Loomi

 

[Loomi]

Bardotta
Tags: Ridia Alma-Ater Solii

It had been about a day since the excursion where the padawans of the New Jedi Order had come to Bardotta to observe a pod of migrating Purrgil. The planet had managed to stay in Loomi's mind though, and her curiosity lead her back. It was something that she had spotted from the air, an archaic structure almost hidden completely by the veil of cloud cover that nearly engulfed the mountainous planet. It was a city, rather, a new place to explore. The Godoan had been doing her best to try and be more adventurous like her peers, so this seemed as good a spot as any to start.

Right?

She'd get to walking the paths, almost immediately finding the most important thing for any adventure: A good place to sit and eat lunch. It was a ledge where the railing had crumbled, where weathering had formed a perfect groove in the stone that seemed to be engineered to be a seat.

Her lunch was a sandwich, simple nut butter and honey, but she had cut it into the shape of a star. She had liked doing so after a camping trip she went on with her friends.

Now all she had to do was sit down, relax, enjoy the view, and eat her sandwich.

 

[Ridia Alma-Ater Solii]

All our life we can indulge in deep fabrications and imaginative flights of indestructible by the laws of physics eternally young fantasy as boldly and actively as to spend what was originally destined to us as a sweet, almost like almonds or marshmallows, but in reality turned out to be an life-long wandering, for no particular reason, from one swamp of pain and insoluble conflicts to another, from one scene of the unnatural cycle of fate to another, no less tragic-comic transformation of hope into the smell of the stale, dry, almost stone-like bread that we consume, made of what we do not know, not knowing the truth of the miracle that we call everything that, even in a single moment from the abyss of time, has similar features of behaviour, movement, breathing, reaction and fundamental physical beauty to us. The frequency of new thoughts arising from the visual and aural contact with the local spiritual structure of the old city quickly brought to Ridia's mind the phenomenon of hunger, common among mortal organisms, with which she, despite her origin and abilities, was also burdened, even if it was only a few times a day, which did not prevent one from cautiously walking along the very narrow road to note the presence of that classic in its functionality establishment, which, if it were slightly aesthetically altered in its external content, would be difficult to distinguish from any of the other buildings that surrounded the village where Ridia was born centuries ago. The smell of freshly grown fruit and vegetables added to it, and the occasional well-told jokes added a whole new context to the feeling that was already overflowing with so many expectations and spiritual ideas within Ridia, who could not allow her not to sit down and taste the local gastronomic flavour, however unusual or standard it might be in its essence.At the moment Ridia was in her usual height, which played to her advantage, and calmly seated herself on what looked like a piece of household and official interior right in front of an apparently recent new customer, immediately ordering herself a light fruit salad and a local variety of green tea, and turning to the young girl, asked her a rather specific question:
"Excuse me, I hope I'm not disturbing you with my unconventional question. My name is Ridia and I've noticed your...somewhat spiritual characteristic curiousity in the old town...I've been here before and know the area quite well...If it's convenient for you, I'd be happy to show you the key points of interest and tell you a couple of local legends, if you'd like. And have a good appetite, because the places I'm going to don't have many good cafes or restaurants where the chance of catching a digestive ailment is pretty low!"
Loomi