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Order of Adunih: Midwifery on the Fly (Qit)

Fri Jun 07, 2019 12:27 am

Born On Date: 1 Ymiden, Arc 719 Hot Cycle


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A flutter of green fabric seen from the corner of her eye startled Oonah - again - as she and her flying fox, Leilani, rode the air currents. Oonah couldn't help but grin with chest swelling pride each time the cloak was tugged by a draft or the hem flipped into her peripheral vision. She had been looking for distraction, a way to help, maybe earn a little income even though she had access to her ghostly friend, Qit's, ample savings. Independence was important to her so she had come to Insomnia HQ looking for a job.

Faith, however, had offered her more than she could have ever anticipated – as a member of the Order of Adunih. Her mind swirled with colors of cloaks and trims, working with a dedicated group of healers, and maybe even setting up her own satellite clinic!

She had been given the responsibility to check on distant patients that could not easily travel to a clinic. This time Faith had asked her to look in on a pregnant woman who wasn’t yet ready to give birth. The Order leader had felt this was a good opportunity for Oonah to learn more about human physiology during pregnancy. So, to prepare, Oonah had looked through her mother’s journal and researched several books from the Order’s medical library. Then she had packed her satchel accordingly.

“Chamomile, rose and lavender were mentioned most often to aid in birthing, not just for tension relief to control pain but for topical treatments as well.” The Tunawa healer spoke her thoughts aloud conversationally. That was new too. After becoming one of Qit’s anchors, Oonah had, at first, tried keeping her thoughts to herself, but now she was more likely to speak aloud whether Qit were listening in or not. Her ghostly friend had joined the Order too, which meant that they both needed to know this stuff. Reciting her learnings aloud was almost like studying with a buddy – when Qit was paying attention.

“As a massaged oil they help relax muscles and relieve back labor pains. Then, as the baby is being born, the oils can be applied to prevent tearing and ease swelling and burn if the mother does tear wider. Afterwards lavender helps relieve depression and irritability. Witch hazel and yarrow can help stop bleeding and reduce swelling. I even packed Shepherd’s Purse as a tincture to stop excessive bleeding after birth and I have Raspberry leaf and Crampbark for cramping.”

“Did you know that a woman has a one in eight chance of dying in childbirth during her lifetime? Why, one book even suggested that some people believe that a mother’s state of mind can make a baby disfigured or mentally ill! With her Mind!" She shuddered, naïve as only a childless female could be. "Thank Moseke that Tunawa don’t have to go through so much! It’s a wonder any woman would choose take such a chance! But it must be worth it …if it can be survived.”

She paused her maunderings to see if Qit would reply as they flew over the woods looking for the distinctive clearing where Faith said they would find the secluded cottage. Soon she spotted a cold stone chimney tucked under the tree line. The hut was nearly camouflaged beneath its dry thatch roof that blended into the fallow field still yet to bloom with new green growth in the hot cycle. Leaning into a swoop, Oonah grasped her satchel to her chest and tumbled gracefully from the bat's back.

Approaching the wooden door, Oonah whistled shrilly to announce her arrival. “Order of Adunih, here for check you up.” Through an open window her call was answered in Common by a weak voice followed by a gasping groan, ‘Bless the Immortals.’ Slow steps, as if there were pain with each footfall sounded before the door was swung open.

Oonah raised her eyes to see the woman, hands pressed to the small of her back as if holding herself together. She looked up past an enormous stomach to bright, pain-filled eyes and a cloud of red hair curling disarray around the young mother’s thin shoulders. ‘My husband has gone for help,’ she explained, not even blinking at the idea of a Tunawa healer. ‘I’ve been trying to walk, thinking that it would help.’ One hand left her back and stretched toward the wall, as if she felt them closing in, then her legs buckled dangerously. ‘The contractions have grown stronger,’ she panted, ‘but it’s too soon.’

Oonah felt a sense of foreboding as it seemed every word she had ever read about pregnancy blinked from her mind. She chirped forlornly, "Oh Shite."

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Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:05 pm

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Qit was flying next to Oonah, with her wings spread. She still didn't know why they were there. She wasn't even flapping them, but she was able to fly just by being near to Oonah who was flying. But every time they flew, Qit sprouted these wings. And she had mixed feelings on them. She loved flying, feeling the wind in her wings and racing by. But as a ghost, she didn't feel any of that. It was just so lackluster now.

Qit paid attention as Oonah read though, and spoke. She liked listening to Oonah read. She still couldn't manage it herself, but she liked to listen. Qit knew these herb names. Oonah had been sneaking chamomile into her teas in Rynmere. Not that Qit minded. Rose was flowers, though Qit didn't know it had any practical uses other than being smelly. But the name she liked.

"Rose Greenwood is Order Adunih in Desnind. She help me birth Blackbird."

Then she asked the real questions, "What mean 'ten shun re leaf? Top pickle?'"

"I eat lavender when with baby with Blackbird. Smell right. Body know."

But as Oonah kept reading, Qit shook her head. "Mind no do that. My magic let me know body much gooder. Mind do nothing to baby. Strong mama, strong baby. Simple." Qit had no actual scientific basis to say such things, but she was sure of it. Qit smiled at Oonah's thoughts about birthing, "Being with baby most hard thing I do. Best thing I do. Would do million times more. Blackbird birth muchly hard. My magic... go wild. Magic scared of birth. Try to kill Blackbird to save me. I stop it."

Once Oonah jumped from her bat, Qit followed, her wings disappearing. She landed halfway into the ground. She was not hurt, but she was momentarily stuck, and grunted in annoyance as she focused and materialized her way back out. Qit heard the struggling footsteps, heard the weakness in the voice. And she knew those eyes. She'd had them too. This baby was coming soon. Coming now.

Qit heard Oonah's words, and saw the woman freeze up. Just like Rose had done when Qit was going into labor. And Yeye had helped Rose through it. So now, it was Qit's turn, to do it in his stead. This was no time for panic. This was time for work. Qit tried to remember everything about her own birthing, everything Yeye had told her about it after the fact.

"Oonah. Baby soon. Time to get ready."

Qit looked at the woman, "Baby come this trial. You still walk. Much good. Have time. Keep walk. We get ready." Qit pushed through the wall, finding Materialization easier these days. It was mostly normal for her now. Natural. Once in the woman's house, she looked around. Fireplace, check. Table, check. Waterskin, check.

"Oonah. Ready herbs please. We make table clean. We work on table. We need water. Rags. Wine." Qit remembered needing someone to hold onto. She didn't know why, but it was needed. The problem was, if the woman gripped that hard onto Oonah, she could really injure her. And Qit wasn't solid enough for that. Qit would have to make do.

Looking at the woman, "Breathe much. Breathe lots. In nose. Out mouth. You calm. Baby calm. You strong, baby strong."

She looked over at Oonah, "Ready, sister?"


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Re: Order of Adunih: Midwifery on the Fly (Qit)

Wed Jun 12, 2019 2:46 am

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'Oonah..nah..nah. Baby soon..oon..oon. Time to get ready..dy..dy.' The directive echoed in her mind and still Oonah didn't move other than to scrunch her eyes up tight and command the ember rock of her brain to Think. Think. Think.

The woman's pain was measured by her lack of reaction when Qit bypassed the doorway (and Oonah), by walking through the wall instead. Perhaps the woman hadn't been watching, as Qit had directed her to continue walking; and the ghost became more corporeal with only hints of transparency.

'Oonah. Ready herbs. We work on table. Water. Rags. Wine.' Given specific tasks under her friend's calming direction Oonah was finally able to paste a confident smile upon her face for the young mother's benefit. "Oonah be me and her, Qit. You and babe to be fine. All that we can to do, will." It was wishing more than truth and she only hoped the woman wouldn't fully recognize that her green Order cloak shouted, 'Novice.'

"I am Hestrey Rorsk," the woman gasped as her labored steps continued their pace around the small room, "and the Immortals bless you for coming so timely."

Aided by Hestrey pointing her in the right directions, the Tunawa healer gathered very worn but clean cloths, located a bucket of water and struggled to drag a skin of wine closer. With those simple tasks completed, her mind began to function more fully and she was able to prepare the herbs. "Oils of chamomile, rose and lavender," she muttered as tiny droplets of each mixed into a simple oil base in a cacophony of scent. She hadn't considered that it would probably have been best to use just one of the floral scents at a time. Handing the overly-fragrant massage oil to Qit she instructed, "On back to be rubbed where hurts most."

Next, she began mixing a tincture of Crampbark into a cup of wine until the woman's repressed scream at a contraction. It shook Oonah so badly that she scattered crushed raspberry leaf across the table she worked atop of and had to whisk the loose leaf with her fingertips into a palm to add them into the concoction. Then she stopped dead in her tracks remembering something about unborn babies having greater chances of living through birth if the mother could carry it at least 240 trials. All the advice had said that if the birthing were earlier than that it could result in complications for the infant. Too early and the recommendation was to begin steps to save only the mother's life.

Looking toward Qit in dreadful warning she asked Hestrey, "Too soon? Trials, how many expect for Not Too Soon?" She watched eagle-eyed as the woman tried to decipher her question as 'when did you expect the baby to come?' "Mayhap, Ymiden 55," was the reply. Counting closely in her mind she realized it would be early by at least 15 trials. She forced a faint smile onto her pale lips, knowing that neither she nor Qit would stop trying to save them both. "Good. Good," she commented without explanation and handed the potion to the woman to drink. "Be may bitter and coarse, but up all you drink for help with aches in back and belly."

Finally all the tasks they had were complete and all Oonah could do was pray to Moseke and watch Qit help Hestrey breathe. Soon all three of them would take a deep breath at the beginning and end of each contraction like a sigh, in through the nose and out through the mouth, interspersed with quick little breaths when the pain grew worse. It sounded to Oonah a lot like loons and owls calling, 'Hee hee. Whoo. Hee hee. Whoo.'

After what seemed like endless breaks, the contractions grew until there was no relief, no brief moments to rest quietly and regroup. Through gritted teeth Hestrey announced, "It's coming. The pain is different. There's pressure now. The baby is coming." Her back bowed in protest and she began bearing down helplessly, her body demanding that she push. A surge of blood-tinged water soaked the sheet beneath her as she groaned in agonized protest.

"Ready." NOT.

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Fri Jun 14, 2019 8:19 am

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The massage oil dropped through Qit's ghostly hand. But even before her eyes widened in surprise, her other hand was instinctively reaching out to catch it. The oil fell through that hand too. But Qit's desire to catch it manifested a tendril extending out from her body. It wrapped around the oil and held it fast.

She sighed in relief, as she brought it up to her hand, which she focused to be more solid, just enough to hold it. Qit moved around the large, sweaty woman, and lifted her shirt up over her lower back and belly. The woman was clearly nervous about being treated by a ghost of all things. Qit began rubbing the oil on her hands, finding it difficult to keep it from falling through them and dripping onto the floor.

Then she spoke to the woman, before reaching out to start rubbing her lower back. "When I with baby, small back hurt muchly. Fat not fun." Her hands touched the woman, and the pregnant woman shivered violently. But the oils went to work quickly, warming as Qit massaged.

"I no have person rub back. Always bad. I hope make you feel gooder."

Faith and Oonah had said she needed to talk more with patients, after all. As she worked, Qit'ria could feel that doorway within the woman's body. The doorway only a ghost could detect. The doorway that allowed for possession. And it was alluring. Qit wanted to dive right in, but she was trying to respect the woman's privacy of her body. She was told that possessing without permission is quite rude.

She supposed that made sense, though she didn't like it. A mrow filled the air as a cat sauntered in. It walked around, nonchalantly as cats often do, before jumping upon a nearby shelf, laying down to just watch. It was looking directly at Qit, and it made her miss her totem. She was the Queen of Cats, of Andaris, after all.

"Oonah. Say what do, please. We heal AND teach AND learn."

Qit flitted around, helping to make preparations, keeping a close ear on the woman's breathing. She could make out the speed of the contractions based on that, the sharp gasps, the relief between them.

Then came the sploosh.

Qit turned from the boiling water and wine mix, with rags in it, to see the woman laying on the table now. But there was something else there too. A dark, shadow like being was standing behind the woman, watching her. Qit could smell the death coming off of it. That smell told her it was either a spirit or a ghost, because she couldn't smell anything from the mortal world. She moved closer to the spirit, reaching out to take one of the woman's hands.

In her most serious tone, "Oonah, be between legs. We have problem. I fix."

She continued to sniff at the air as she gently approached the being. It was not a ghost. It didn't smell like herself, Luther, or the other ghosts that Faith had around occasionally. No, this smelled of actual death. It was a spirit. It didn't seem to notice her, or if it did, it didn't show it, or care. Qit could see that it wasn't actively feeding, and no one had died in its presence.

She suspected it was here to feed in case the woman or child died on their own. She knew it would be able to cause that, but that wouldn't let it feed. This was just an opportunity meal for it. But Qit wasn't about to let it linger here. She couldn't be sure it wouldn't cause the death of the mother in order to make the baby die, and feed on that.

She knew she could fight the spirit, but that wouldn't be right. She had to appease it, just like that storm spirit on her way to Desnind. She looked around, trying to think of something. Anything. Then her eyes fell on the cat, who was staring at the spirit.

"I sorry, kitty."

She stepped away from the woman toward the cat, as she formed a tendril behind her back. It solidified, obscured by her form. As she moved closer, her face took on the face of her cat form, and the cat's eyes were on her now. Another step closer. One more.

She lashed out with the tendril, grasping the cat around the neck. It yowled loudly, and began clawing at her tendril, rending away her ectoplasm in wispy plumbs of smoke. Qit'ria put on her most determined face, forcing all of her stubbornness into this. She didn't want to kill, but this would save the woman and child. Each passing moment made her tendril more and more solid. Qit'ria squeezed and squeezed, until she felt the throat collapse.

Soon the cat went limp and died from lack of breathing.

As it did, the spirit of death stepped away from the woman and toward the cat. Qit picked up the corpse, walking toward the door, as the spirit followed her. She threw the cat as far outside as she could manage, and the spirit chased after it. She turned back, "Death gone. Let make baby."
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Order of Adunih: Midwifery on the Fly (Qit)

Tue Jun 18, 2019 10:01 pm



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Not fully aware of the effort her friend made to remain as solid as possible, Oonah watched as Qit managed to calm Hestrey with mommy talk and gentle administrations. She learned to watch how the contractions were measured through the gripping and loosening of the woman's abdomen with the changes in breathing.

"Say what to do?"
she whispered answer in their native tongue so the mother wouldn’t hear or at least understand, "You've kinda done this before! If You don't already know then we must learn together here and now!"

Again her friend's prompting put Oonah back into action after a *Blink* "Between her legs?" Her poor brain was still in 'catch up mode' as she hadn't even considered that Qit might not be able to physically help deliver this child - an infant that would likely be as big as Oonah herself. Yet apprehension was quickly replaced by anticipation and clinical curiosity as she settled below the woman.

Pushing the sheet draped over the woman's knees aside Oonah was both entranced and stunned at how large the woman's drum tight cervix had grown, blocked by a fleshy disk of damp, dark hair pressing against it from the inside. "Ohh! The babe's head think I can see!" Readying a cloth and her oils near, Oonah trialed a couple of 'catch' postures not realizing all her practice would come to naught once things really started to move.

She hadn't noticed the cat's entrance earlier but heard a roweling screech quickly cut to a struggling gasp and gurgle. Startled, her head popped up from below the sheet between the woman's knees just as the woman wailed, 'Katkins! What have you done to Katkins?!' The Tunawa's mouth dropped open as round as her large eyes and her hand lifted to point askance at Qit as she carried the limp carcass of a tortoise-shell colored cat to the doorway.

Whether it was confidence in Qit or a whisper from Moseke, the announcement of 'Death gone' did make Oonah feel better regardless of the ghost's grisly actions. Clapping her mouth shut and dropping her hand she gave her friend 'a look' for explanation later.

Hestrey squealed, 'No, no, no, noooooo!' seemingly loath to have Qit approach again; but she finally gave in as either shock at the death of the family pet or the natural order of things caused her to grit her teeth and bare down in an increasing effort to push.

And push and push until Oonah's words came muffled from beneath the sheet. "Stuck! Qit, I think it's stuck!" She voiced disjointed prayers rattling through her mind begging Moseke for intervention, "What to do, what to do?"

Then a sense of calm flowed over the young Tunawa healer as something she had studied popped into her brain. The maneuver seemed scary, but she had an advantage a full sized person might not have. Her leafy head arose above the sheet again. "Qit and Hestrey, breathing good still to help. Try I will to help babe better come through."

Remembering Qit's directive to heal, teach, and learn she explained. "Too soon, too hard babe pushed not yet ready. Body not turned right. Facing up toward momma belly not down back facing. Will I try to fix a moment. Must you both be for each other for my attention to do." Placing her tiny hands over the child's cap of hair she began to concentrate. Prayers for a healing blessing mumbled under her breath as her fingers thinned and palms widened.

Unable to translate and work at the same time Oonah hoped Qit might explain to the woman as she explained in Xanthean, "On the next lull I will move my hands into Hestrey around the babe's head and heal both. I will try to push the head back in then turn the babe. Hestrey must try Very Hard to NOT push until I say so." The Tunawa's slowly wriggled her thin fingers and broadened palms between the child's head and woman's cervix. A pale green-yellow glow began to emanate through the sheet as Moseke's blessing healed the woman's tearing.

Oonah quickly realized that just twisting the head probably wouldn't be a good idea so she gently worked her fingers further towards the child's shoulders. Pushing her palms against the natural flow of birth was harder than she expected but putting her body's weight into it with a grunt she was able to clear enough space to rotate the babe slightly. Just as her fingers and hands began to ache with stretched strain, nature took over.

The young healer watched as the child torqued into the proper position like a tiny acrobat. "Now big, Great PUSH!"

And a little baby came into the world, slipping quite suddenly into, then past Oonah's arms in a wave of fluid. The baby's indignant cry broke the stillness of the moment, its little arms and legs kicking in outrage as it wallered upon the Tunawa trapped beneath its placenta slicked body.

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Mon Sep 23, 2019 7:27 pm

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Qit'ria ignored the woman's cries for her now dead cat, as well as her protests for the ghost's approach back to her side. She could explain later but this baby was coming far too fast to be worried about such things. Qit knew her own child's birth was fast, but this was faster. That could only be problematic. And this woman didn't have Qit's powers, nor did she have someone as skilled as Qit's father handling her. The spirit of death may have been lured away, but death was still a very real possibility.

She heard Oonah crying out about the baby being stuck. Qit's mind made the assumption that it was due to the baby coming too fast. The body wasn't ready yet. The woman wasn't stretched out enough. Qit'ria moved in close next to the exasperated woman. She harked back to her own birth and began making the motions for breathing that she'd done back then. "Look at me. Breathe with me." There were no questions here, no time for permissions. Qit needed this woman to follow her and Oonah's instructions immediately.

Qit listened to what Oonah said to the woman in Common and found herself unable to follow it. Though that wasn't unexpected. Her own Common was just as bad as Oonah's. Not that it mattered, Common was an ugly language anyways. After Oonah switched to Xanthean, Qit realized what was going on. Qit nodded and spoke to the woman. "No push. Only breathe. Just breath with me. Breathe. Breathe." And the woman complied, falling into rhythm with her.

Qit kept her eyes on the scared, pained woman's eyes, but in her peripherals, she saw the glowing light of Oonah's healing. She didn't really understand the ability, but it was Oonah's and it was tied to Moseke, that's all she really knew. And it was good. Qit took one of the woman's hands, "Squeeze. Help the pain." Qit remembered holding the hands of Enrick and Rose during her own. It did help, even if it was hard to remember exactly how.

Soon, Oonah was calling for them to push. Qit gave a final command, "Breath out, push. Breath out, push." Qit continued to repeat the mantra, as the baby came on out, squashing, and dousing, the poor Oonah. Qit was quick to extricate herself from the woman's hold, picking up the baby off of Oonah. Qit cleared the baby's crying mouth and nose and eyes, grabbing some rags to clean it off more as the baby wailed and wailed. Definitely healthy. And loud. So damn loud.

Qit looked down at Oonah, apology on her face, for she doubted there was much in the world that was more disgusting than Oonah's situation. She grabbed some of the hot, clean rags, handing them to Oonah, and then in Xanthean, "Please check to see if she's still bleeding. May need to clean her up to be sure first."

Qit continued to clean the baby a bit, before pulling a knife out, and very carefully severing the baby cord. She pressed a clean rag against the wound, knowing it would stop on its own quickly, before wrapping the baby up in a cloth and handing her to the mother. Proudly, "It a girl." The woman's tired face broke into a large grin as she held the baby. "Try to feed her nipple. We clean up."

Qit moved back down to Oonah, ready to help the woman with whatever she needed.
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Order of Adunih: Midwifery on the Fly (Qit)

Wed Sep 25, 2019 3:38 am



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Fortunately, being a Tunawa, Oonah didn't need to breathe as she was swept off her feet in a wave of baby weight and warm embrionic fluids. She lay back flat and spread-eagled, a little stunned, while Qit lifted the infant from atop her. One shaky hand reached up to wipe her eyes clear while alot of relief and awe whirled about her mind. "Blessed Holy Mother Moseke," Oonah whispered, at a loss for a better way to articulate her gratitude that That was over!

The babe's first whispy wail had her leaping (after a wobbly stumble) to her feet; and this time she was ready for Qit's instructions and accepted the hot rags. Too ecstatic to think much about the goo, she absently wiped herself more clean with one of the wet rags. "Yes, Healer Qit!"

Her chick-let grin tried to overtake her face as she reached out to her friend's knee for a quick congratulatory double-pat, the second of which passed right through. Until then she hadn't noticed that her ghostly friend had been very - solid - throughout the ordeal. Qit was getting better with her control.

Oonah took a quick, not-thorough look, at the mother as Qit cut the cord because she didn't want to miss anything. "A girl," Oonah repeated reverently as a tiny shiver ran through her body. A daughter. She couldn't help but take a good look at the bright pink, squalling child. Her eyes roved from bottom up as she counted ten toes distributed evenly across two feet, two arm and two hands; and yes, ten fingers grasping energetically at empty air. A wide-open mouth, jaws juddering through its gasping cries. A damp silky patch of reddish-blonde hair....

Oonah stopped dead still as her pale face went two shades paler, "Ohhh Nooo, Qit! It's...er..her head!" The child's head was shaped normal up to its temples but became unnaturally stretched to almost pointy on top. Oonah moaned deeply in despair. "What have I done?" She refused to believe that this abnormalitity was the mother's fault. "I've disfigured her!!"

Not understanding Oonah's language but feeling the tiny healer's distress, Hestrey grew fearful and agitated, demanding, "What did she say?!" Looking between the two healers, the mother clenched her child more tightly causing the little girl to protest the only way she could, by crying louder. "What. Did. YOU. Say?!"

The tiny Tunawa fell to her knees, hands climbing to cover her face and head.

The door abruptly swung open and a large blonde man in sun-faded farmer's garb, Hestrey's apparent husband, stepped through obviously alarmed and bewildered. "Hestery!" The dead cat hung limp in his hands, "What happened to KatKi..."

His eyes grew wide at the scene - his agitated wife in full on momma-bear mode clutching a tiny crying babe to her breast, a small, stick-like figure kneeling as if prepared for execution, and another woman who didn't always seem to be there after he blinked.

All that mattered to him was the distress he sensed in his wife and newborn child. In a manly attempt to gain some kind of control, he all but shouted, "What in bloody, blue blazes is going on here?!"

As he swung about, the cat danced a macabre jig in his hands.

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"Tunäwä can naturally produce Ephemera for spirits to feed off of without realizing it. If they're happy they attract spirits of joy or spirits of sadness if they're going through a tough time. With all the spirits around a Tunäwä, one might find that people laugh harder around a more joyful tunawa or have a hard time restraining their anger around one that is upset . This of course, only occurs if the person in question is already experiencing these emotions, they are simply felt more around a Tunäwä. Unless blessed in some way, A Tunäwä cannot see the spirits they attract."

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