>>6323961“Hmmm.” There is that satisfied glint in her eyes again. “Wonder if you have indeed started thinking with your own head back then.”
“It was probably a stupid decision.”
“So is every decision,” Lithala of the Night Lands shrugs. “Have you ever watched ants at their labour, Argia Candente? No decisions for them. They are just part of something larger, which thinks for them, and as such they are blessed cogs in a machine larger than they could even imagine. A state that is so pleasant, so comforting, most Mannish souls would do anything to go back to it. To being a babe attached to their mother, asked only to feed, and stay quiet, and be content.”
“And this would mean…”
“… a bad decision is its own reward. In learning and in liberty.”
[red]It feels… strangely reassuring. You allow yourself a little smile, knowing that the value of that moment was not lost. Your trust in Ansàrra was true, at least then.[/red]
[blue]It would be better if it was Ansàrra telling you this and not Her Adversary, and yet that moment stands as the pivot around which everything else orbits…perhaps an anchor point for the uncertain future.[/blue]
[green]You nod. Yes. She is right. And the fact that Bragia Lacresta (no, Lithala) is giving you praise once again is enough to make you feel giddy. Like you drank from a phantom bottle of wine.[/green]
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>updating this site on iPad is a lesson in the futility of mannish desires. Thanks for playing. 