2nd day of the First Astral Moon
It has been about a week since I had arrived to the Brotherhood of Ash, and I have begun to earn the trust of some of those camped here. There is still an undercurrent of tension in body language, at least, but the Amalj'aa who speak with me do so with a greater measure of ease. Their resolve has firmed in the face of the response of the realm's adventurers...and though there are still many who don't share their brethren's enthusiasm, results speak louder than promises do.
The heretic Amalj'aa, however, have proven to be a very stalwart and stubborn foe. For every three slain, another five seem to materialize, and their fervor to Ifrit and His power maintains. It has been an intense deadlock, but one that has provided a great deal of insight.
It is clear that direction is needed on my part...a point to bearing shield and armour that goes deeper than simple freedom, though that cause is no less just. My scope must narrow and focus. The engulfing flame of a forge can harden steel, but it is the focused blows of a hammer that give that steel its edge and its purpose.
We are closing in on Valentione's Day in the realm. I will break from camp soon to distance myself from the festivities and have a small meal with my husband near the church in Thanalan. I still do not know which grave is his, and so out of respect for those bereaved who are aware of where their loved ones are interred, I will dine with my White Stream just outside of the lichfield. I believe we will have a talk about what purpose is and what dying for that purpose means.
It has been about a week since I had arrived to the Brotherhood of Ash, and I have begun to earn the trust of some of those camped here. There is still an undercurrent of tension in body language, at least, but the Amalj'aa who speak with me do so with a greater measure of ease. Their resolve has firmed in the face of the response of the realm's adventurers...and though there are still many who don't share their brethren's enthusiasm, results speak louder than promises do.
The heretic Amalj'aa, however, have proven to be a very stalwart and stubborn foe. For every three slain, another five seem to materialize, and their fervor to Ifrit and His power maintains. It has been an intense deadlock, but one that has provided a great deal of insight.
It is clear that direction is needed on my part...a point to bearing shield and armour that goes deeper than simple freedom, though that cause is no less just. My scope must narrow and focus. The engulfing flame of a forge can harden steel, but it is the focused blows of a hammer that give that steel its edge and its purpose.
We are closing in on Valentione's Day in the realm. I will break from camp soon to distance myself from the festivities and have a small meal with my husband near the church in Thanalan. I still do not know which grave is his, and so out of respect for those bereaved who are aware of where their loved ones are interred, I will dine with my White Stream just outside of the lichfield. I believe we will have a talk about what purpose is and what dying for that purpose means.
