((I've been fighting a really nasty cold lately... sorry for the delays! *gets cracking*))
<<Kiht>>
With a resigned sigh and a tired smile, Saachi looked up at the roof in question, the top of the Carline Canopy. She WOULD get up there and she WOULD stick the letter under a bit of thatch. She rubbed her sore backside and stated, "...At least you should get an interesting response from this..."
<<Kiht>>
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SpoilerWorthy Challenger!,
I want to say: “Oh, I’m the most well-trained climber youwill ever meet†and “I have studied the art of tree climbing for yearsâ€, but that’d be a lie. I try to keep my lying to a minimum and I already met my quota for it when I tried and complimented a sandwich that a little girl I helped today made for me as a thank you present. I’ve recovered from the stomach ache and think I have room in my belly for food made of more than…whatever that was. But I don’t have room in the day for more fibbing so it is with a heavy (or at least amused) heart and flimsy pride that I admit: I fell out of that tree twice! I must have been a real spectacle to behold! The first time took me entirely surprise as the branch was unable to maintain my weight and I went crashing to the ground. But I am the stubborn sort and got right back up there. The second time I tried to maneuver myself so that I’d land on my feet and look “coolâ€. Nope. I still landed on my butt.Â
My stomach is feeling better now, butmy tailbone is less enthusiastic about its current condition! Gridania must have been terrified. “Is it raining elezen now??†That would be a very awkward and ungainly weather event…
About my father… There is no doubt in my mind that we loveone another. But that’s really the problem. Ew, that’s not to say there’s some sort of weird, incestuous thing going on there: there definitely is NOT. It’s just that as I grew older he became, I feel, far too over-protective. Without going into too many details about this, I ran away. Sometimes I feel excited that I did. I think: Finally! I’m living the life I chose for myself and there’s nothing to keep me down! And other times I am wrecked with guilt and wonder how I could have done that to the person I love most. I don’t know what the answer to that conflict is. For now, I’m still just going to keep trying to be my own person. Maybe one day I’ll be able to face him again and explain. But I won’t be able to blame him if he does not forgive me.
Do I find the urge to be arrogant while I loom over people?Hmmm… Let me consider that! Ah, yes, you know… I think you may have helped me out here! Just the other day I recall towering over some person or another (the race is not of note as it was not an elezen as myself). I remember pointing out my various talents and mocking their religion. I said something like “Blah blah dragons, blah blah outsider blahâ€. Does that sound about right? God above! I AM Elezen after all! Haha. Just kidding, of course (about the arrogance… I’m still fairly sure I’m elezen.)
Yes! I never knew how to phrase that before. But, yes! Theway I choose to live for myself is by giving back to others. I want to live my life helping others live the lives they want as well. That’s very important to me. I want the world to see all the opportunities there are and if it’s not enough I want to show them they can make more of them. I want to believe we have everything we need to make sure this the world we want it to be… and I stubbornly want to believe that more of us want that world to be a good thing than a terrible one.
I can’t tell you just how much your Matriarch’s wordsresonated with me. I’ve been struggling lately with myself and this internal conflict I’ve had between killing and sparing lives. I’m fairly good with a sword. I LIKE fighting. I want to get stronger and better at it. But every time I kill someone that I think I could have defeated in some other way, I find myself horribly depressed. “Victoryâ€, after all, shouldn’t just be the end of someone’s life. It should be, in my mind, something that makes a difference. If you can spare someone’s life and convince them that living a different life where they do more for the world is a more worthwhile endeavor then you’ve added something to the world. The story ends when you kill someone. You may have saved the community from one life that was harming it, but you haven’t added anything back. But I’m not so naïve as to believe that every life can or should be saved either. Sometimes killing IS the right answer. I struggle with figuring out, situation to situation, which is which. I’ve never been someone to just choose to take the easy way out. If I were I would have given up on climbing that blasted tree!
…I am very touched that you will add me to your prayers.Having met someone new that I can share my thoughts and feelings with, honestly, through letters has meant so much to me. One day if we meet I will play the song for you! Hopefully you like it, or, if you have not yet met YOUR quota for lying you can pretend you like it more than you actually do!
I’d love to learn more about your culture. It soundsbeautiful.
I wonder how long it will take you to find this letter? Imade sure to dab more cologne on it this time than the last few times because I hid it further away. I am sorry for what that might have done to your sensitive nose once you had it in your hands! I am imagining you now holding it far, far away from your face like a far-sighted old woman, your nose in your shirt as a makeshift mask and your brow furrowed with irritation at me! Still, I’m having fun with this game and I hope you are too!
<< there is a mediocre drawing here of Saachi on topof a roof, looking down at the ground below and thinking: “…Falling off here is going to hurt…â€>>
-From: Your friend who KNOWS she’s cute: Saachi <<she draws a messy picture of hergrinning face>>
I want to say: “Oh, I’m the most well-trained climber youwill ever meet†and “I have studied the art of tree climbing for yearsâ€, but that’d be a lie. I try to keep my lying to a minimum and I already met my quota for it when I tried and complimented a sandwich that a little girl I helped today made for me as a thank you present. I’ve recovered from the stomach ache and think I have room in my belly for food made of more than…whatever that was. But I don’t have room in the day for more fibbing so it is with a heavy (or at least amused) heart and flimsy pride that I admit: I fell out of that tree twice! I must have been a real spectacle to behold! The first time took me entirely surprise as the branch was unable to maintain my weight and I went crashing to the ground. But I am the stubborn sort and got right back up there. The second time I tried to maneuver myself so that I’d land on my feet and look “coolâ€. Nope. I still landed on my butt.Â
My stomach is feeling better now, butmy tailbone is less enthusiastic about its current condition! Gridania must have been terrified. “Is it raining elezen now??†That would be a very awkward and ungainly weather event…
About my father… There is no doubt in my mind that we loveone another. But that’s really the problem. Ew, that’s not to say there’s some sort of weird, incestuous thing going on there: there definitely is NOT. It’s just that as I grew older he became, I feel, far too over-protective. Without going into too many details about this, I ran away. Sometimes I feel excited that I did. I think: Finally! I’m living the life I chose for myself and there’s nothing to keep me down! And other times I am wrecked with guilt and wonder how I could have done that to the person I love most. I don’t know what the answer to that conflict is. For now, I’m still just going to keep trying to be my own person. Maybe one day I’ll be able to face him again and explain. But I won’t be able to blame him if he does not forgive me.
Do I find the urge to be arrogant while I loom over people?Hmmm… Let me consider that! Ah, yes, you know… I think you may have helped me out here! Just the other day I recall towering over some person or another (the race is not of note as it was not an elezen as myself). I remember pointing out my various talents and mocking their religion. I said something like “Blah blah dragons, blah blah outsider blahâ€. Does that sound about right? God above! I AM Elezen after all! Haha. Just kidding, of course (about the arrogance… I’m still fairly sure I’m elezen.)
Yes! I never knew how to phrase that before. But, yes! Theway I choose to live for myself is by giving back to others. I want to live my life helping others live the lives they want as well. That’s very important to me. I want the world to see all the opportunities there are and if it’s not enough I want to show them they can make more of them. I want to believe we have everything we need to make sure this the world we want it to be… and I stubbornly want to believe that more of us want that world to be a good thing than a terrible one.
I can’t tell you just how much your Matriarch’s wordsresonated with me. I’ve been struggling lately with myself and this internal conflict I’ve had between killing and sparing lives. I’m fairly good with a sword. I LIKE fighting. I want to get stronger and better at it. But every time I kill someone that I think I could have defeated in some other way, I find myself horribly depressed. “Victoryâ€, after all, shouldn’t just be the end of someone’s life. It should be, in my mind, something that makes a difference. If you can spare someone’s life and convince them that living a different life where they do more for the world is a more worthwhile endeavor then you’ve added something to the world. The story ends when you kill someone. You may have saved the community from one life that was harming it, but you haven’t added anything back. But I’m not so naïve as to believe that every life can or should be saved either. Sometimes killing IS the right answer. I struggle with figuring out, situation to situation, which is which. I’ve never been someone to just choose to take the easy way out. If I were I would have given up on climbing that blasted tree!
…I am very touched that you will add me to your prayers.Having met someone new that I can share my thoughts and feelings with, honestly, through letters has meant so much to me. One day if we meet I will play the song for you! Hopefully you like it, or, if you have not yet met YOUR quota for lying you can pretend you like it more than you actually do!
I’d love to learn more about your culture. It soundsbeautiful.
I wonder how long it will take you to find this letter? Imade sure to dab more cologne on it this time than the last few times because I hid it further away. I am sorry for what that might have done to your sensitive nose once you had it in your hands! I am imagining you now holding it far, far away from your face like a far-sighted old woman, your nose in your shirt as a makeshift mask and your brow furrowed with irritation at me! Still, I’m having fun with this game and I hope you are too!
<< there is a mediocre drawing here of Saachi on topof a roof, looking down at the ground below and thinking: “…Falling off here is going to hurt…â€>>
-From: Your friend who KNOWS she’s cute: Saachi <<she draws a messy picture of hergrinning face>>
With a resigned sigh and a tired smile, Saachi looked up at the roof in question, the top of the Carline Canopy. She WOULD get up there and she WOULD stick the letter under a bit of thatch. She rubbed her sore backside and stated, "...At least you should get an interesting response from this..."
