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08-17-2015, 03:20 PM
Ranjiri
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"Grief never ends, but it changes. Its a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love."
It was a little bit of a relief to know that he'd had his second birthday in summer because that meant that we had some time. It wasn't like he was four getting ready to turn five, where his time was down to months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes. He still had two or so years to figure out what to do to fix it. And I'd already had an idea that I felt could work, but the trick would be ... well, actually convincing him to ask a God for help. But what other option was there? I didn't know of anyone that could enchant anything let alone fix something that was enchanted.
"I aint going nowhere near any hoof-licking know-it-all priests!"
See, that was the problem.
"Didn't you hear me? I won't ask any gods for anything! "
And that.
I sighed, my exasperation growing as I looked at him. "Do you have any ideas?" I asked rather pointedly. "Do you want to die just so you don't have to ask a God for help?" I'll admit that my frustration with him flared again. "Do you even want to help yourself? Or are you ready to accept your fate and lay down and die?" If that were the case then there was no point in me even trying to help him and it was sad.
He was going to let his pride kill him.
I rolled my eyes and I kept walking down the path. "Fine, don't ask the Diviner for help. Keep asking everyone that knows nothing about enchanted items, I'm sure you'll get somewhere."
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@Cathun
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