<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194985.msg9491453#msg9491453">Quote from: A Mighty Lion on January 22, 2014, 05:40:56 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ogun allowed Zeya to relax for a bit. The Gris-Gris was a small talisman made from blessed herbs, roots, oils, powders all wrapped in a colored cloth. It was worn in a way that it touched the skin and gave off it's energy. It had a bigger brother called a Ouanga. The Ouanga was also called a fetish. It was meant to sit on an altar or some area of the room where it could give off it's power. It had a spirit in it, a spirit who was birthed into the mix as the Ouanga was being blessed and prayed over. To use it, the owner of the Ouanga needed to speak to the spirit, just as they spoke to the Orisha/Loa when they needed help. Zeya would do well to get one made for her. They could be made for all kinds of purposes, even to represent one of the Orisha. Zeya could go to her local priest or priestess to have one made. She would need a few of them, likely.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Zeya put the bag on her thigh and reached for the leather tie that was around her wrist. Taking it off she pulled up her thick hair and tied it off of her neck. Her slender neck exposed to the slight breeze. It helped to cool her down. "Not that I am not grateful for you, Ogun, but why not send someone else to train me? I am greatly honored by your choice but I am not worthy to be trained by someone as mighty as you.