small rant
So what have I found since I've started? I haven't really been in this area for that long but I've already made a few friends, its just really disturbing that I haven't seen many that I actually recognize, and even fewer that are of the same kind as me. This is isn't of too much concern to me since I am quiet use to being alone.
*sigh*
I did see SirFratley, but he seems too engrossed in other things to give me much time to speak of, which I can't say that I don't understand. I tried to find Freya too but she seems to be quiet absent ((read defunct)).
I think back on things and I wonder sometimes how it came to be this way. I remember back in Cleyra I didn't have a care in the world, and I honestly thought that it would be that way forever. I look back on myself and quiet frankly it turns my stomach. We were always too 'good' for everyone. I mean we were nice on the surface, but underneath all we could think about was our superiority.
Oh, we're so good, we don't sink to the level that our kin in Burmecia sink to when they fight. Look what happened to Burmecia because they were so warlike?
And then what reward for our beleifs, the faith we put in our deities, and our own blatant conceit? We got a worse fate than Burmecia themselves. I mean at least they have something to rebuild, we don't have one single piece of our city left proped up against another, it would be impossible to build *anything* where Cleyra once stood.
It makes me... so angry to think about it. And so sick at those Cleyrans who continue to carry the torch thinking that everything will just go back to the way it was if we try hard enough.
*sits and wipes her tears*
*sigh*
I did see SirFratley, but he seems too engrossed in other things to give me much time to speak of, which I can't say that I don't understand. I tried to find Freya too but she seems to be quiet absent ((read defunct)).
I think back on things and I wonder sometimes how it came to be this way. I remember back in Cleyra I didn't have a care in the world, and I honestly thought that it would be that way forever. I look back on myself and quiet frankly it turns my stomach. We were always too 'good' for everyone. I mean we were nice on the surface, but underneath all we could think about was our superiority.
Oh, we're so good, we don't sink to the level that our kin in Burmecia sink to when they fight. Look what happened to Burmecia because they were so warlike?
And then what reward for our beleifs, the faith we put in our deities, and our own blatant conceit? We got a worse fate than Burmecia themselves. I mean at least they have something to rebuild, we don't have one single piece of our city left proped up against another, it would be impossible to build *anything* where Cleyra once stood.
It makes me... so angry to think about it. And so sick at those Cleyrans who continue to carry the torch thinking that everything will just go back to the way it was if we try hard enough.
*sits and wipes her tears*