My words are but the whisper of a forgotten wind. Let them be lost or found as suits the seeker.
Elder and wise, there is indeed, at least to my poor eye and wit, wisdom to your words.
And there is also not
.
But ere any take these words of mine amiss, then I shall speak further.
Ye speak of the draku, and ye speak of those of two legs. And then ye compare the draku and, as example, a Monk.
But draku are draku alone. And are two legs monk alone? It may be so, it may be no... but it is a thing of choosing. For there are many things the one of two legs may be, and if I may not be them, then I have seen some manner of them at the Lightning's side. For there is the Ranger, and there is the Sorceror... there is the Paladin and there is.... but no matter. There be many. And do these many also lack mystery and seeking?
Yes.
Yes, because there is little of the land to compare to the glory and trial, the complexity and struggle of the manner in which my kind seek wings. Yes, because there is little to compare to the Rift, and what must transpire within ere one comes to Ancient nature.
But also no. For there is the Burning Archer, for those that choose that path. There is the matter of keys and their making, for those that would Tinker. There is the seeking ( or was, at least... I am old and it may have changed in those tides since I knew of it
) the seeking of the Cyclone magery.
There are many paths the two leg may follow, and to me this is a right thing. There is but one draku nature, and this is also to me a right thing. And if one were to take and set side by side all those seekings a two leg may seek, and set them sister or brother to those a drake may, are we to simply count their number, and mark one greater then the other? Or take the majesty of one or two trials alone and find them greater than the other?
Pfah. And, if need be, pish I say, and tosh also
.
Ye speak of balance, wise one. And balance is indeed a thing good to seek. But shall we seek to balance the red between a strawberry and a lemon? And count the pea lacking for that? Or should we count the seeds twixt apple and strawberry and count the apple ill served?
A trial for any god this be, I think. For the only true balance is between two things that be both the same... two peas in one pod. And it would be an ill day to my mind when two legs and draku were but two gifted peas in Istaria's pod. And yet... thy words mark a matter dear to many, and thy words are no less of merit, at least to me, for the trial made whole by seeking their resolution.
For me... that which I am, I am. That which another is, for me again, is no give or take from the nature I bear. But for my own self alone I speak. The minds of others are theirs alone, and no place for me to claim my words are set
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My words are but the whisper of a forgotten wind. Let them be lost or found as suits the seeker.
Sephiranoth, called by some ShadowSeeker
Nobody and Nothing ever, save The Five do Feast
A Fool that walks among the Wise