Day Fourteen: Eric is painting the tree! It looks awesome. I know this one is a little late. Eric always uses the computer. I love how calm the water is in this picture. It reminds me of waking up in Lake Powell. The still water with barely a ripple reflecting the sky is one of my favorite memories.
Riel the Wanderer
"So, you have come to hear her story have you? Well then, lets start at the beginning. The water had a calming effect her. Throughout her life water was her only solitude, especially Mirror Lake. It was her parents who figured out it was the only way to calm her constant crying. They would put her in a wooden dinghy and let it drift into the middle of the lake, carefully tied on with a strong rope that could be used to pull her back when she needed to be fed. She spent most of her childhood on it near Mirror Lake. This was the first clue that led the travelers to realize that she was a psychic."
"Her powers had awoken almost immediately, a manifestation of her power. But, oh how they pitied the child. What was a cruel curse at the moment would only become a heavy to bear gift. She would have no friends and constantly be plagued by her inability to be around people. Especially as an infant, she was confused, scared, and unable to understand why her thoughts were drowned out by others, why the emotions of others became hers. So much pain, suffering, and sorrow filled her till she could bear it no more."
"She will be powerful," The travelers had said, "but greatly troubled."
"And they were right. The world would remember her name. Riel. In years to come she would save an entire species, lose that which she wanted most, and love only one man. But for now, my great grandmother was barely a few months old, calmly floating in a small boat, away from the pain and suffering of her parents and the grim future."
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