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Perceptive Friend,
Perceptive Friend,
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SpoilerI will definitely love my father every moment I am alive,but there might be some debate on rather I value him. I ran away from home, you see, and didn’t tell him anything about where I was going. I left him a note, but it was a small one, and I think it hardly counts. I wonder if I had been left such a terse note if I would be happy to know that my daughter had not been kidnapped, but instead ran away, or if I would be insulted by the brevity of the note’s contents. Probably it would be both.
I believe that somewhere inside him is the wonderful fatherwho raised me, but he’s changed so much and I don’t believe it was good for me to stay there. I talk big about being a hero and helping those in needs, but I fear I ran away from the person who needed saving the most. But I don’t feel like this is a time to spill my regrets onto paper! I just met you! I should talk about happier things!
Ah, so you did have to hone your ability to smell. I’llreveal a part of my identity here: I’m a Wildwood elezen. At least I think I am based on appearance. My father (who I assume adopted me though he claimed differently) is a hyur man and I was not raised among the elezen. I am mostly grateful for the life I’ve lived, but I do wonder sometimes what I might have been like had I grown up in the elezen culture. What skills would I have learned then? What values would I have? Certainly I can still learn the skills, but it’s fascinating to me to think about how I might have been different in a different environment.
Growing up I didn’t do much but read. I read and read andread and read and… you get it. Most of the books were children’s tales: epics of great heroics and beautifully illustrated fairytales. It is because of those books that I read voraciously that I so desired to become a “hero†(which I translated as “paladin†but could really be any person who struggles to be the best that they can for the sake of others). Yes, I’ve been told numerous times and have slowly also come to the conclusion that there might have been something a little naïve about that goal, but it’s still very much ME and I refuse to let that dream die. Had I grown up in a different environment perhaps I’d have read different books and had a different motivation! What if I grew up reading How To scrolls and books on becoming a villain instead (Do such things even exist?)! I’d wear dark armor, brood, scheme and smile, no, smirk! in  secretive, plotting, wicked manner. That’d be a lot different from the current me!
It’s taken me awhile to conclude that helping others whilehelping myself is the worthier and, often times much more difficult, goal. I’ve felt a bit nervous sharing that viewpoint with others because part of suspects that the assumption is that we should say, without thought, “I’d die for you!†It was actually someone declaring that for me, saying that their purpose would be to die for me and my cause should it come to that, that made me realize just how horrifying a statement that is. I do not want people to die for me. I want people to live for me or, better yet, live for themselves. I worry what might happen to my convictions if I discover that other people are dying for them. Will it make them stronger or weaker? Once I realize that people are dying for my cause, I worry that I am not strong enough to consider that a sign of my right and will instead become weak from constantly mourning the loss of loved ones. I think this might mean that I’d be terrible in a position of power where such sacrifices are common place…
You said such nice things about my being a paladin. And mademe curious about this woman with red hair! Does she have a name? Wait, of course she does and of course you have no obligation to tell me it. But now I will look at every female paladin I meet and if she has red hair I will think, “Is it you?†which is sort of a fun game all on its own. Thank you for that gift!
I am fascinated with Dragoons! To tell the truth, a part ofme very much wants to be able to study such an art but I am much too cumbersome. I’m a bit slow and heavy on my feet, so I think I’d be absolutely terrible at it! I have a pathetically small hop… I’d be not much good at legitimate jumping.
That prayer was absolutely beautiful. Thank you! I don’thave anything remotely similar to share with you. I guess I can tell you another secret, an artistic one, in place of that. I do not have the skills required to be a bard, but I do love music.Â
Some time ago I bought a harp and alute and I have been practicing nightly on them in hopes that someday I might be brave enough to perform something on my off days (not that I get many of those). I’ve been working on composing my own song and while it’s not much yet, I believe one day it could be! I think of strength and loss as I write it, but I have not been able to think of a name yet. Perhaps I’ll call it “Keeper of the Moonâ€.
You’ve made me want to turn this into a game! I’m going todab this letter with the same cologne and hide it somewhere nearish the Blue Badger Gate, but not at all right next to it as last time. This one you’ll find high up in a tree nearby! If it is still there in a few days I will move it of course…
-Saachi
I believe that somewhere inside him is the wonderful fatherwho raised me, but he’s changed so much and I don’t believe it was good for me to stay there. I talk big about being a hero and helping those in needs, but I fear I ran away from the person who needed saving the most. But I don’t feel like this is a time to spill my regrets onto paper! I just met you! I should talk about happier things!
Ah, so you did have to hone your ability to smell. I’llreveal a part of my identity here: I’m a Wildwood elezen. At least I think I am based on appearance. My father (who I assume adopted me though he claimed differently) is a hyur man and I was not raised among the elezen. I am mostly grateful for the life I’ve lived, but I do wonder sometimes what I might have been like had I grown up in the elezen culture. What skills would I have learned then? What values would I have? Certainly I can still learn the skills, but it’s fascinating to me to think about how I might have been different in a different environment.
Growing up I didn’t do much but read. I read and read andread and read and… you get it. Most of the books were children’s tales: epics of great heroics and beautifully illustrated fairytales. It is because of those books that I read voraciously that I so desired to become a “hero†(which I translated as “paladin†but could really be any person who struggles to be the best that they can for the sake of others). Yes, I’ve been told numerous times and have slowly also come to the conclusion that there might have been something a little naïve about that goal, but it’s still very much ME and I refuse to let that dream die. Had I grown up in a different environment perhaps I’d have read different books and had a different motivation! What if I grew up reading How To scrolls and books on becoming a villain instead (Do such things even exist?)! I’d wear dark armor, brood, scheme and smile, no, smirk! in  secretive, plotting, wicked manner. That’d be a lot different from the current me!
It’s taken me awhile to conclude that helping others whilehelping myself is the worthier and, often times much more difficult, goal. I’ve felt a bit nervous sharing that viewpoint with others because part of suspects that the assumption is that we should say, without thought, “I’d die for you!†It was actually someone declaring that for me, saying that their purpose would be to die for me and my cause should it come to that, that made me realize just how horrifying a statement that is. I do not want people to die for me. I want people to live for me or, better yet, live for themselves. I worry what might happen to my convictions if I discover that other people are dying for them. Will it make them stronger or weaker? Once I realize that people are dying for my cause, I worry that I am not strong enough to consider that a sign of my right and will instead become weak from constantly mourning the loss of loved ones. I think this might mean that I’d be terrible in a position of power where such sacrifices are common place…
You said such nice things about my being a paladin. And mademe curious about this woman with red hair! Does she have a name? Wait, of course she does and of course you have no obligation to tell me it. But now I will look at every female paladin I meet and if she has red hair I will think, “Is it you?†which is sort of a fun game all on its own. Thank you for that gift!
I am fascinated with Dragoons! To tell the truth, a part ofme very much wants to be able to study such an art but I am much too cumbersome. I’m a bit slow and heavy on my feet, so I think I’d be absolutely terrible at it! I have a pathetically small hop… I’d be not much good at legitimate jumping.
That prayer was absolutely beautiful. Thank you! I don’thave anything remotely similar to share with you. I guess I can tell you another secret, an artistic one, in place of that. I do not have the skills required to be a bard, but I do love music.Â
Some time ago I bought a harp and alute and I have been practicing nightly on them in hopes that someday I might be brave enough to perform something on my off days (not that I get many of those). I’ve been working on composing my own song and while it’s not much yet, I believe one day it could be! I think of strength and loss as I write it, but I have not been able to think of a name yet. Perhaps I’ll call it “Keeper of the Moonâ€.
You’ve made me want to turn this into a game! I’m going todab this letter with the same cologne and hide it somewhere nearish the Blue Badger Gate, but not at all right next to it as last time. This one you’ll find high up in a tree nearby! If it is still there in a few days I will move it of course…
-Saachi
