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02-06-2017, 07:05 PM
If she somewhere had hoped the summoner would have answers for her, she would have been disappointed. Instead Erthë found herself with more to consider, aspects of a different view that neither hindered nor helped. The issue, she realized, was not whether she ought to be forgiven or not, but rather whether she could accept her mistakes and move on. And this she would have to do regardless of whether or not her legs healed, something that would take far longer and more thought than a brief conversation with a spirit could give. Moreover, her issues with her past were her own, of little consequence to the doe (that was made painfully clear, and Erthë did appreciate the frankness of that message) or, for that matter, her herd. The Moon had once told her that she should not spend her life trying to please others, but somewhere that was still what she was doing; attempting to appease a dead mare's spirit, cowering because she thought others would frown upon anything less humble and self-deprecating... But if she still wanted to be pleasing to others, and thereby pleasing herself, would it not be better if she could serve wholly, fully, with all her body and heart? And she wanted it, and all of this was really nothing more than finding excuses again, and after teetering hesitantly on the brink of an answer Erthë finally nodded, desperately eager even though she still could not say that she had found an answer even for herself. "I just... But... yes. Please." Perhaps she did not have to find forgiveness at all. Maybe it would be enough to remember and regret, and swear to never be the cause of grief again. Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind |
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