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The Wodhewyzer wanders through the Land, having of it what it gives to him, what comes, to see and hear and smell and taste and feel. And this settles in his mind and in his marrow and brews a mead that seeps through his flesh and wants to go forth to drench the Land and all its kinds, and it sweats out and breathes out and as the Wodhewyzer walks, he sheds this drench, this bletsing, and with his fingers he flicks a mist of mead upon the luft, and the ground and the leafage, and all about him shines with the farben of Twyrymet. And there can be read many things that come not freely to the mind, like the mode and will of the Land-dragon, who shimmers half-seen in the bush, and the feelings of the kinds- growers and goers upon the Land. And he hears the song of the Land, so still on the luft.
And this is what the Wodhewyzer gives back to the Land. And in his wake you may catch slightly a trace of this shine about you, if you walk his way.
Wodhewyzer= inspired sage.
kinds= species.
drench= fluid.
bletsing= blessing.
luft= air.
farben= colors.
Twyrymet= space blended of Edhli(Nature) and Immynd(imagination)= Edhli-immynd.
mode= inner feeling of heart, soul, spirit.
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