| You enter the circle and, turning, face the east. You notice a sudden breeze, fresh air moving against your face, clean air ruffling your hair, always moving, always changing. In the distance, the eastern sky is laced with ribbons of fuchsia, aqua, gold. Your mind feels sharp and clear, quick and wise; you know how to begin your path. As the sun dawns, the Air sprites dance their dance of knowledge, wisdom, and imagination. Breathing deeply, you turn clockwise, to the South. | |||
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| Facing the South, you are sharply aware of the heat of the fire before you. The feel is warm and caressing, but the flames dance fiercely, insistently, determinedly, glowing salamanders darting in and out of the flames. You feel a matching heat rise within you, the power of passion and desire, and with it the courage to act on that desire. The sun somehow seems overhead, the bright sun of noon giving you light by which to move and act. Striding boldly forward, you turn to the West. | |||
| Facing the West, the aquamarine of the twilight sky is partly hidden by a single cloud, and it begins to rain. Slow, comfortable, gentle drops caress your skin, soothe you, wash away your fear, your doubt, your exhaustion. The cool depths of Water echo the depths of your nurturing emotion, the sylphs singing a sea-song to lift your heart with hope. Cleansed and refreshed, you turn again to the North. | |||
| Facing the North, the infinite expanse of the midnight sky echoes the unending patience of the Earth beneath your feet. The scent of fresh soil, green and rich, strengthens you; the feel of stone and tree and grain roots you, gives you rest and renewal. Among the rocks the gnomes toil endlessly, yet it is not the frustration of the unhappy worker but the quiet joy of the craftsman, slow but steady in building what will last. Strengthened and supported in your task, you turn to face the center. |