Are all visions worth investigating? Some do not do you well to investigate, Scribe.
REALITY IS BUT A VISION YOU CANNOT LOOK AWAY FROM. STARE BACK, FOR IT SEES YOUR SOUL.
"Tell me of the child's vision," Mari inquires slowly, "At that age... The rawness of it can be very helpful. Even to a...
This word suits you, Scribe.
YOU ARE EXACTLY WHAT THEY SEE YOU AS: TRIBELESS.
Though, perhaps that may be your greatest strength?
NONSENSE. TO BE ALONE IS TO BE ISOLATED. TO BE ISOLATED IS TO BE VULNERABLE.
Vulnerability can be made into a knife, just as much as any other quality. Will you grasp...
TWO ANSWERS.
Neither excludes the other.
TRUTH CAN COME FROM MULTIPLE ANGLES.
It is the simplicity in which the angles intersect that fills you with dread, is it not?
THE SCRIBE IS NOT INTERESTED IN THE SIMPLICITY.
No, the dread comes from the intersecting angles of wildly varied stances. Of raw...
"Why thank you!" Mari said with a short nod. The others followed suit, and it was a short walk to a fairly simple-looking yurt. Walking inside, Mari noticed that the rest of the group took care to avoid stepping on the thresh hold. She followed suit, and was beckoned to a table. Surprised by the...
Mari smiled to the child, then the mother, as she bared the conduits a little more. As the conduit ran along her forearm and terminated on the back of her hand, where smaller conduits seemed to funnel a glowing liquid to her fingertips, she willed it to cycle power. Since the cabin was...
The rattling of atmospheric entry eventually stopped, and it became a slow descent to the surface that lifted Mari's stomach. She saw from her peripheral that the others were grabbing their things. A man approached them, asking a few questions in private. She took the opportunity to connect to...
YOU CHOSE THE TORCHBEARER.
Good choice! Some decide not to choose, as if that is a decision all its own. You're smart. You chose to choose. Better than expecting ME to choose. I don't like to choose for the indecisive. It sucks.
But is this choice the wisest?
Disregard everything they say...
THE CASCADING CACOPHONY
PART ONE: A Table of Dolls
"INTRODUCTIONS AND REVELATIONS"
...you are staring at another doll with a hinge on its back. Its paint is old and faded, proof you are not the first to see it. Growing more frustrated, you open it and you find...
I AM TRUTH, AND I SPEAK...