The Spile and the Sigil Tree

Gonyaul stopped by the farm and double checked to see if there was anything that needed his attention pertaining to his duties. Seeing nothing noteworthy, he proceeded to his shelter. He prepared himself a small cloth bag full of dried nuts and berries, grabbed a small ceramic pot (about the size of a coffee mug) he kept alongside the garden, some string, a spile, and proceeded to his forest haven.

He spent the walk mainly daydreaming and enjoying the sights and sounds of nature. He would invent how the things in the world worked. Like why do flower bloom for example. Unknown to him a few time his conjectures were actually close to the actual science, but the majority of the time his imagination was far from reality. The smells were rich, like having a conversation with the air. The sights were relaxing. The sounds were stimulating. The feels of the cooler air was invigorating. He was pleasantly entertained by his hike and it made the time pass swiftly.

Upon arriving to the tree, Gonyaul took out his carving knife and drilled a hole to the best of his ability. While carefully doing this he would inspect his surroundings, occasionally glancing at the original sigil and the copies he made too. Everything seemed normal. Once the hole was started, Gonyaul inserted a spile at a downward angle and gently tapped the tapered end with a nearby rock. He had collected sap from jungle trees plenty growing up and this wasn't much different; save having a different form of bark to get through. It wasn't long before the sap began to run and a drop appeared at the tip of the spile. Gonyaul, pleased with the insertion, took the small ceramic pot and secured it to the tree right beneath the spile tip with some string.

With the sap collection underway, whereby patience was the only thing required at this point, he moved on to his hidden campsite. He would come back in a little bit to check on the ceramic pot. Once at the camp site, he reconstructed his campfire area first. Then he pulled up the net from the stream and to his good fortune found a decent size fish and a smaller fish trapped inside. He released the smaller fish, but kept the larger of the two.

He went to work starting a fire. Then cleaned his carving knife blade in the stream before sterilizing it in the flames of the fire. Using a flat stone from the river bank, his normal cutting board, he gutted and cleaned the fish in preparation for a mouthwatering meal later. While the fish was cooking on the fire, he cleaned himself up very quickly in the stream. It was mighty cold, so he felt wide awake afterwards and was swift to get all the layers of clothing back on.

Gonyaul savored the delicious fish alone, saving the nuts and berries he packed for a later time when other food alternatives might not be available. Once done he cleaned up after himself, making it look as if no one was there to the best of his ability. Then he went and checked on the ceramic pot on the tree.

It was about 1/4 full of the luminescent sap and from the looks of things not much more was going to flow out. He covered the pot with its lid and removed it from the tree. He next removed the spile and made his way back to the campsite. Based on the height of the sun, he decided it was best to just stay the night.

He secured the ceramic pot in the storage box he installed up in the tree. As the sky's canvas was awash with brilliant hues of color he practiced Vauxian martial arts, all the movements were done slowly as a form of meditation. Once finished he found his way up into his treetop hammock, wrapped a cloth around his eyes and tried to just feel the raw sensation of existence.

It was dark and time for sleep.