[87 (Send me a number 1-500 and my muse will anonymously talk about yours)]
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You will not meet many gentler of a soul than this one.
Whenever you go somewhere new, settle in a new life, and leave your old life behind—leave behind the good times, still carrying the pain, exhaustion, loneliness, and fears—it is never easy. Reaching out to try and make new friends in a new setting as a newcomer, a stranger in the community… it is not easy.
And those of some degree of renown or respect in the community can seem too important, too out of reach… unlikely to be interested in speaking to someone who admires their work.
But every once in a while, a lifetime, an age… miracles do happen.
What can be said of one who changes your life; someone who saves it from the darkness? How do you describe the hope given by those who see in you what you do not see, but you trust to be there because you trust them? How can any do justice to the warmth given by someone who carries an echo of the sunlight in years covered by thunderclouds? Is it possible?
It’s worth trying.
Being entirely alone against one’s choice is a… dehumanizing experience. For Man is a social creature. To be alone for too long makes one forget. It makes one survive, not Live. Other people become distant beings to observe, to watch with wariness, longing, and some sense of distrust. Distrust of self, distrust of the chance of welcome. It is maddening, wearing on the sanity, and saps at the will to continue when the sky is covered in clouds.
Imagine living like that for years. For three years, six years, eight years—pursuing bonds that inevitably crumble, or worse… go up in volcanic smoke.
How broken would one grow to be then?
Very.
Such eyes would have forgotten the light of the Sun, would have forgotten the world beyond their fortified den.
But then…
Light.
A kindness is shown, freely, unprompted—by a gentle soul of wondrous talent, greatly respected for mastery in their craft!
Such an experience is not forgotten.
One does not forget being brought out of the darkness and into new vigor of Life.
You learn what things mean: hope, friendship, kindness, mercy, reconciliation, joy…
It is people like her who restore one’s faith in humanity, and in kindness.
When one says, “There is good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for!”, I say this: she is one such person who embodies that goodness that we are called to defend, to protect, to turn back the tides of darkness! Such {[determination/enthusiasm/willpower/spirit/fire]} that burns in the need to see such a soul happy and well, safe and free!
Yes! Such a day shall come again, and until then, I fight for the sunrise: for all of us, and those halcyon days we shall someday once again share in peace!
When Auura saw Mr. Felix and Lady Sheba together she felt there’s something special about them. In her mind vision the woman saw rainbow colours of aura forming in harmony and bringing the light into the darkness. Looking at their expressions she felt there was no need to prove anything but for some reason Auura wanted to present them what she could see. [And even Great Master Hermit who can read human’s soul confirmed he felt the same.]
For@unluckyadept. [Personally I’ve never been a lighthouseshipper but in their story it makes sense ^^]
The (aquamarine) symbol of a (the, rather) Fish, with one line underneath, and an arrow pointing down on the left side… followed by a dash and then the numbers 77-1022.]
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Less than two weeks now to the {[Vernal Equinox]}. I plan to attend this year’s celebration, for at least as long as the council session. I have news to deliver regarding Xian, which they might not yet know about. Though I doubt they will be surprised…
As for other news… Suhalla has been reclaimed and largely repaired, and an armed garrison (of returned refugees and other brave souls) is now stationed there. We took advantage of the winter to do this, though it has proven a heavy strain on our supplies.
The greatest advantage we have over our enemy overall is resource availability pertaining to food in particular. This applies primarily with any detachment accompanying me specifically, as it is my Venus power that permits the easy growth of all manner of plants to full maturity within moments. This can apply to fuel as well, though making charcoal is a more tedious process. We also have the power of Djinn on our side, for those stationed with me; the defensive power provided by those Djinn who harken to my call has undoubtedly been a vital factor in a number of our victories by virtue of sheer survivability.
But bearing this much of a burden on my shoulders is difficult, and I caution others to not grow to rely on it. I can only be in one place at a time, and even I can be overcome in battle. Our enemy still has the advantage of personnel, and I dread to think what this year shall bring for us. The storm may have already broken in the East, but we are not to be exempt from wrath. Suhalla must be able to hold… if it cannot, I will be among the last to retreat, and that could cost us dearly.
I do not look forward to what is to come. I wish as longingly as ever that these days were behind us, and I could live with her in peace….
I must remember to ask the council what our options are. I want to be able to conclude the ceremony on our own terms, if at all possible.
Someday this darkness will end. And I have written of those days, for I truly believe they will come to us.
