I can certainly agree with the writer about preferring the traditional method (which I always thought was spelled "ta'tau", but what do I know?). I found it almost meditative when he did the piece on my chest, but then I had to hold my breath while he worked, and only breathe while he turned to get more ink in the comb. I know for me, it was a very timeless sensation, with three people (two "stretchers" to make sure the skin is taut for accepting the ink), focusing their energy on my body.
That I had it done on the last night of a waxing moon, the night before the summer solstice, had nothing to do with that, of course *grin*.
I also sympathize with the writer's experience of Freewind's time sense -- but that's nothing new -- he's been like that as long as I've known him, which, as I think of it, will be 25 years come Lyondemere Anniversary.
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That I had it done on the last night of a waxing moon, the night before the summer solstice, had nothing to do with that, of course *grin*.
I also sympathize with the writer's experience of Freewind's time sense -- but that's nothing new -- he's been like that as long as I've known him, which, as I think of it, will be 25 years come Lyondemere Anniversary.