A thousand miles seems pretty far
So many things yet to learn. It's plain to see. Making a marque quick, does not equate to sure knowledge of her arts, or that one is more learned than another. It means just, that I have had more generous patrons than others. I'm no more experienced, than one who it just nearing their 18th natality.
But oh the things that I am learning. Intentional or no. The trust, that others place in my when they call on my house, ask for me. When I step foot in another house, to see what they can offer. I come back again, to the Dowaynes words, inqueries to what I would do, when they finally limn the petals on my back. Go somewhere? Stay? Take a lover because I can? Well into my twenty years. I have traversed a great amount of this land that is our own home, gone further than any in the night court, and even the court of nobility has even gone. How many can say they stood atop the cliffs in Kusheth with a Shahrizai and felt the wave crash beneath our feet against the rock. An inspiring sensation, and something divine to be shared with who it was. Or to lay, on my back and floating in Lorraine, with snow falling above, melting before it can hit me.
Mayhap, I will find myself doing something in Hellas. Or in Aragonia. Somewhere. Just one place beyond this country.
So strange, to know that there is fears in others. Closely guarded they may be and spoken in assurance. I'll have to find someone, find the way to conquer that fear. So strange too, to see that look in his eyes. I never thought, that I would ever see that. Feel that. My heart takes on another, even as one leaves me. ever shifting and accomodating.
Fear and Faith. Both make things so beautiful.
But oh the things that I am learning. Intentional or no. The trust, that others place in my when they call on my house, ask for me. When I step foot in another house, to see what they can offer. I come back again, to the Dowaynes words, inqueries to what I would do, when they finally limn the petals on my back. Go somewhere? Stay? Take a lover because I can? Well into my twenty years. I have traversed a great amount of this land that is our own home, gone further than any in the night court, and even the court of nobility has even gone. How many can say they stood atop the cliffs in Kusheth with a Shahrizai and felt the wave crash beneath our feet against the rock. An inspiring sensation, and something divine to be shared with who it was. Or to lay, on my back and floating in Lorraine, with snow falling above, melting before it can hit me.
Mayhap, I will find myself doing something in Hellas. Or in Aragonia. Somewhere. Just one place beyond this country.
So strange, to know that there is fears in others. Closely guarded they may be and spoken in assurance. I'll have to find someone, find the way to conquer that fear. So strange too, to see that look in his eyes. I never thought, that I would ever see that. Feel that. My heart takes on another, even as one leaves me. ever shifting and accomodating.
Fear and Faith. Both make things so beautiful.