<strong>Shima</strong>at the tree<br/><br/>Shima had watched in rapt fascination as the men and the mermaid moved the tree, the hybrid forms causing a memory to surface but as always the vision swam out of focus and left her lost.  She sighed inwardly and faced the setting sun.  She blinked tears from her eyes, the light still bright enough to sting.  She began to feel a restlessness and a need to be useful.  It was as if a part of her was sleeping and stirring but not yet ready to wake.  Flipping back a handfull of silver locks, she smiled as the tree set into place as if there was something right about it.  Peace came over her as she watched the woman make a tool and began to dig into the rich earth.  She tentatively approached unsure how to present herself.  The woman seemed to be able to commune with spirits...perhaps she could help.  Squatting down next to the lovely woman she waited to be noticed but hers was impatient self and she spoke in a shy hushed tone.<br/><br/>"Excuse me...Catherine?  I...I was wondering...you are like a shamaness, yes?  Can you help me?  I seem to have lost something of myself and I don't know how to get it back," she said, though it came out in a rush.  She turned huge silver eyes on the woman and smiled.