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Eight Sin - [Action/Voice/Written]
Mar. 18th, 2013 10:04 pm( A Routine )
[Written]
[Written in an elaborate form, this writing appears on the journal late in the evening. No effort is made to disguise the writer. It’s simply a tale, with a simple moral, that he recalls from his youth. Events of late has give him pause to consider it.]
My people tell a tale of a woman who became stranded in a desert oasis. Surrounded by desert for hundreds of miles, there was no journey to be made in which she would survive. But the oasis was not a terrible place to live. All she needed was provided to her. The water from the lake was refreshing and clear, and the plants bore the sweetest of fruits. In time, she knew, that she might find a way home if she waited for the time to be most opportune. The seasons would shift and the winds would change. Her people would come and would return her to her home. So she waited.
But trapped in her lonely oasis, she became enamored with the sun. Every day, she would look out upon the sky, watching as it rose and as it set. Every day, her oasis felt smaller and her ambition grew larger. She thought that if she could simply touch the sun, for just a moment, that she would be given the strength to wait. But even the tallest of the trees could not grant her the purchase she desired. So one day, she gathered all she could, and waited for the sun to rise in the east. She immediately set out for the west, quick as her feet could carry her. The sun rose across her back, over her head, and though she tried to keep up with it, it outpaced her and set in the west.
The next morning, she did the same. Over and over, she continued to try and catch up with the sun. But it was not meant to be. After the seventh sunset, she collapsed into one place to be buried by the sand, lost and forgotten. Two months later, the seasons shifted and the winds changed and her people found the oasis, but she was no longer there. She reached too far and for it, she was punished.
[Voice]
My steed has been returned to me. I require stables that he might be kept in. I understand that there is now ample space in a new set of stables. I desire to make use of them and would speak to whomever is most involved with them.
[Written]
[Written in an elaborate form, this writing appears on the journal late in the evening. No effort is made to disguise the writer. It’s simply a tale, with a simple moral, that he recalls from his youth. Events of late has give him pause to consider it.]
My people tell a tale of a woman who became stranded in a desert oasis. Surrounded by desert for hundreds of miles, there was no journey to be made in which she would survive. But the oasis was not a terrible place to live. All she needed was provided to her. The water from the lake was refreshing and clear, and the plants bore the sweetest of fruits. In time, she knew, that she might find a way home if she waited for the time to be most opportune. The seasons would shift and the winds would change. Her people would come and would return her to her home. So she waited.
But trapped in her lonely oasis, she became enamored with the sun. Every day, she would look out upon the sky, watching as it rose and as it set. Every day, her oasis felt smaller and her ambition grew larger. She thought that if she could simply touch the sun, for just a moment, that she would be given the strength to wait. But even the tallest of the trees could not grant her the purchase she desired. So one day, she gathered all she could, and waited for the sun to rise in the east. She immediately set out for the west, quick as her feet could carry her. The sun rose across her back, over her head, and though she tried to keep up with it, it outpaced her and set in the west.
The next morning, she did the same. Over and over, she continued to try and catch up with the sun. But it was not meant to be. After the seventh sunset, she collapsed into one place to be buried by the sand, lost and forgotten. Two months later, the seasons shifted and the winds changed and her people found the oasis, but she was no longer there. She reached too far and for it, she was punished.
[Voice]
My steed has been returned to me. I require stables that he might be kept in. I understand that there is now ample space in a new set of stables. I desire to make use of them and would speak to whomever is most involved with them.
