Ch1 - Morning Star

#Morning Star - Utahna

 Whispering Rock had wed the chief of the tribe, and together they were blessed with a daughter named Morning Star. Within her family, she is lovingly called Utahna. Much like her mother, Utahna has followed the sacred path of healing. Even beyond this she has surpassed her mother’s skill, becoming renowned for her mastery of the healing arts.

We find her now in the midst of a healing ceremony, tending to a sick child. Just as she prepares to begin, others quietly enter the space. She senses their presence, noting one figure in particular—but remains undisturbed. Her focus does not waver. With calm composure, Utahna begins to sing the healing hymn, the sacred words meant to awaken the power of the medicine and call upon the Great Spirit for aid.

Trained with care and precision by Whispering Rock, Utahna moves with confidence and grace, every motion deliberate, every word a thread in the tapestry of the ritual. Her voice, steady and clear, drifts through the room like a breeze through tall grass:

Little root, little flame,
Sleep now warm, breath is tame.
Fever go, breeze come near,
I sing away the aching fear.
Leaf and smoke, breath and pine,
Let the cedar draw the line.
Spirits kind, be still, be near,
Guard this child and hold them here.
I crush the mint, I boil the bark,
The sickness flees where the herbs embark.
Little hands, touch the sky,
You will run before you cry.
Mother earth, lend your ground,
Let the root and bark surround.
Sleep now, child, strong and deep,
The mountain watches. You may sleep.

As the final notes of her chant fade into the air, a hush settles over the space. The child’s breathing slows, growing soft and steady. Rest returns, and peace follows.

All those present exchange quiet glances of awe. Princess Utahna has performed the ceremony with unwavering devotion. It is clear to all that she pours her whole being into the care of others, into every act of healing she brings forth.