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No...but, is it really that vital for YOU to know?
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Perhaps tonight, or Monday? It -has- been forever and a day since we've spoken...when would you like to meet, Lady Karis?
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Plain, no-nonsense wood, with rounded corners and smoothed edges. Might have one or two carvings, none too ostentatious. Little things, like herbs and birds and tiny people. Inside...hm...an old whittling knife, folded poems, dried bundles of plants, beach sand, a hawk feather, apples, and one round, smoothed stone, large enough to fill a hand.
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Somehow, I think the question would be better answered by those who survive me. They would know better than I what I left to this world, and what it's worth is.
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Half empty one day, and full the next?
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Guilty, as it no doubt should. And yet...I trust Aji. He'll pull through.
Without you. -
Why, home, of course! Theryn's teas and herbal draughts are amazing, and it's all I can do to imitate them; in this place, I don't have a -fifth- the herbs she has in half her garden.
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My life. It's a wonder to possess, and all the better for the sharing of it.
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Well now, that's a simple one. Mea and I had the same naming day, only a few years apart. We often joked that we were each other's gifts; she really might as well be my sister.
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The hardest thing? Recovering from my fever and accepting my new limitations.
A week ago, practicing self-restraint leaps to mind. -
Each has a place in my heart, but if I must...the Harvest Festival. Back home, we would bring in the last of the field's harvest and start preparing for the twilight of the year. There's just something about hard work, good food, and loving company, I suppose.
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Always. Round an' round an' round. Worst of all, the view never changes.
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Love. If you look around and listen, you'll find it's on most everyone's lips.
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I tend to make a fool of myself if I open my mouth overmuch. So, I try to listen as much as I can get away with.
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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough!
To my mind, I sorely need to learn discipline in all things. Or, rather, relearn it. -
Why, at home, I'd never heard of poetry having any one school over another, or any at all. Apologies!
Inspiration...hm. Almost anything under the sun, and some things that aren't, friend. -
Instinct. Instinct over reason, always.
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A want is something you can live without.
A need is something you require to live.
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...Only you, Ghurab.
Saying that I would be disturbed is putting it mildly; and, as for the other question, no. -
-Never-. I would rather walk a mile on broken glass.
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Ruecien Greywake
Silvermoon City
Ruecien Greywake’s Bio
Rural lad, Poet, Lover (no Fighter!) and hopeless mistake-maker.
