"Others have stepped forward to share stories that have touched them and inspired them to share with us all this even. I ask Lady Edda to please step forward and share hers."
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Edda Eglantine fidgets nervously. “Th-thank you... Pray forgive me everyone, for I am not much of a speaker, nor storyteller. I would be honored if you all were to listen, to this tale I was told as a young child, about the gifts of the Goddess that watches over us all.†Before starting, she sighs.
“Long ago there lived a trader in Eastern Thanalan. He was simple, well-to-do man that made a humble living traveling to the far reaches of the Shroud to bring back and sell food and supplies that were not so readily available in his hometown. It was a full sun’s journey he made each day as he travelled on foot. Though his feet cried out in protest each night at the end of his route, he was a man of great ambition and not so easily deterred.â€
“On his way home one sun, the trader stopped to rest in a flower bed at the edge of the forest. It was there he noticed a large, budding briar rose, and peeking out from the bud was a small spindle of golden yarn. Surely thinking it to be a gift from the Gods, the man removed it from the flower and made his way home. He set the spindle on his nightstand, and that night he had a very strange dream.â€
“In his dream the man saw the entirety of a sun stretched out before him, from when he woke, to when he fell asleep. It was a normal sun, and unlike one he had ever had before, and so when he woke from his dream he was very puzzled indeed. Yet as he rose and went about his business, the man found that the events from his dream were exactly as the ones he was now living. Realizing he had seen the future, the man hurried home at once to dream again."
“And so the man would dream the future of the next sun as he slept. It was a wondrous thing to him at first, but he became quick to use his dreams to his advantage – what would sell the most, people and areas to avoid, and so on. He quickly became complacent, and soon there was nothing that could surprise him.â€
“Walking home from the Shroud one evening, the man saw a young female trader, whose goods had spilled out of her cart and onto the road. He had not seen himself helping her the night before, and so the man passed her by without a second thought. Seeing this, Nymeia became angry, and as he slept she frayed the end of the woolen spindle, with two distinct strands breaking off.â€
“As the trader slept he had not one dream, but two – and both vastly different. But as there are only so many bells in a sun to sleep, each dream was cut short, and the tail end of his route in each dream was absent. He awoke in a fret, unsure of what to do. He became frightened, and in that fear he holed up in his home, unsure of what to do.â€
“That night, Nymeia frayed the thread again – now countless strands branching from the end of the yarn. The man saw many dreams that night, and they only lasted until he set his foot out of the door in the morning. As he awoke, he was even more afraid, and could scarcely decide what to eat. He starved himself of sleep that night, to avoid seeing so many dreams.â€
“As the night went on and he fought to stay awake, Nymeia appeared before him, taking pity on him. She said nothing as she looked on at the trader, and so he spoke to her, angry: ‘Why have you polluted my dreams so? At first you had shown me my fate without fail, and now you taunt me with false paths!’â€
“’I have shown you nothing false, trader,’ Nymeia said. ‘Each dream was true, and no matter how different, they were all your fate. The future is not constant. There are as many paths in your future as there are on the end of a frayed rope. It is your choices that decide your fate – not your dreams.’ Nymeia left him there, and as sleep overcame him, the man no longer dreamt.â€
“It was with uncertainty that the man left to work the next sun. He was not sure if Nymeia appearing before him had been from lack of sleep or not. But he set off, and there were many things that day that surprised him. On his way home, he saw the female trader from two suns past, who had fallen on the side of the road. The trader did not spare a second thought. He approached her, and held out his hand.â€
Edda gives a nervous, sweeping bow. "Th-that's it! It's an abrupt ending, I know... Thank you for listening!"
“Long ago there lived a trader in Eastern Thanalan. He was simple, well-to-do man that made a humble living traveling to the far reaches of the Shroud to bring back and sell food and supplies that were not so readily available in his hometown. It was a full sun’s journey he made each day as he travelled on foot. Though his feet cried out in protest each night at the end of his route, he was a man of great ambition and not so easily deterred.â€
“On his way home one sun, the trader stopped to rest in a flower bed at the edge of the forest. It was there he noticed a large, budding briar rose, and peeking out from the bud was a small spindle of golden yarn. Surely thinking it to be a gift from the Gods, the man removed it from the flower and made his way home. He set the spindle on his nightstand, and that night he had a very strange dream.â€
“In his dream the man saw the entirety of a sun stretched out before him, from when he woke, to when he fell asleep. It was a normal sun, and unlike one he had ever had before, and so when he woke from his dream he was very puzzled indeed. Yet as he rose and went about his business, the man found that the events from his dream were exactly as the ones he was now living. Realizing he had seen the future, the man hurried home at once to dream again."
“And so the man would dream the future of the next sun as he slept. It was a wondrous thing to him at first, but he became quick to use his dreams to his advantage – what would sell the most, people and areas to avoid, and so on. He quickly became complacent, and soon there was nothing that could surprise him.â€
“Walking home from the Shroud one evening, the man saw a young female trader, whose goods had spilled out of her cart and onto the road. He had not seen himself helping her the night before, and so the man passed her by without a second thought. Seeing this, Nymeia became angry, and as he slept she frayed the end of the woolen spindle, with two distinct strands breaking off.â€
“As the trader slept he had not one dream, but two – and both vastly different. But as there are only so many bells in a sun to sleep, each dream was cut short, and the tail end of his route in each dream was absent. He awoke in a fret, unsure of what to do. He became frightened, and in that fear he holed up in his home, unsure of what to do.â€
“That night, Nymeia frayed the thread again – now countless strands branching from the end of the yarn. The man saw many dreams that night, and they only lasted until he set his foot out of the door in the morning. As he awoke, he was even more afraid, and could scarcely decide what to eat. He starved himself of sleep that night, to avoid seeing so many dreams.â€
“As the night went on and he fought to stay awake, Nymeia appeared before him, taking pity on him. She said nothing as she looked on at the trader, and so he spoke to her, angry: ‘Why have you polluted my dreams so? At first you had shown me my fate without fail, and now you taunt me with false paths!’â€
“’I have shown you nothing false, trader,’ Nymeia said. ‘Each dream was true, and no matter how different, they were all your fate. The future is not constant. There are as many paths in your future as there are on the end of a frayed rope. It is your choices that decide your fate – not your dreams.’ Nymeia left him there, and as sleep overcame him, the man no longer dreamt.â€
“It was with uncertainty that the man left to work the next sun. He was not sure if Nymeia appearing before him had been from lack of sleep or not. But he set off, and there were many things that day that surprised him. On his way home, he saw the female trader from two suns past, who had fallen on the side of the road. The trader did not spare a second thought. He approached her, and held out his hand.â€
Edda gives a nervous, sweeping bow. "Th-that's it! It's an abrupt ending, I know... Thank you for listening!"
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