Book of Hours by heget

Weaver of Time

Vairë

Vairë is the Weaver.

She is the recorder of history upon the loom of all.

Vairë is therefore Memory, the memories shared among people and one person’s silent personal recollection both. Of what her domain encompasses is the spoken and unspoken, not just the individual recalling experiences to use the knowledge to say if what faces them is familiar or to know with certainty it is not. She is also the memory of a people, of knowledge true that is passed from one to another, of experience shared and thus becoming more in the sharing. She is memory, knowledge, and lore, is history shared and history buried.

Both are the creation of tapestries upon her loom.

She is not instinct, not the unthinking woven bars of the song that guide reaction and follow seasons, though she feels it as the warp, as an element of the thread corded on the spindle of fate and possibilities. It is memory that makes the weft, actions and choices and consequences weaving through the lines of the material and orderly world of Arda on the shuttle of time. A choice is made; raise the heddles. A year, a yeni, a minute, a second, a filament of time measures once was not and now is and now was. One pass of the shuttle.

The loom is in constant motion; new tapestries will only cease to flow from its frame when the framework of this material universe falls.

There was nothing known as time before she entered Arda, there was no order as is now when she can look up and see the cloth woven and remember when it was once shorter, once less instead of more. It requires memory to think back, to recall the weaving at the beginning. And it is the act of sharing memory that gives the cloth she weaves a substance, for only in interacting with others is there mass and color and texture. Only with the existance of others does she even form that this is cloth, or a metaphor of cloth. Before the Children, before the entry into Arda, Vairë would not know the concepts of loom and spindle and thread, to use these objects and actions as a metaphor to order her thoughts into something that can be shared. Before the Children, the recording of past and present and memory was but instinct to her, something she could not quantify or explain. There was no time in the Timeless Halls. Only by entering Arda can Vairë weave it, can she share it.

Only in Arda can she be the Weaver.