Water is not of my Sephirah.
Nay, but I wish that it were: The glistening of pearls, the myriad colours of fish, the gentle waving of the anemones. I have sat in this tree this past day watching it all. Splendour, thy name is sea.
But after this, I greet my garden again with love.
Private to Vimes
Commander Vimes, now that the water has seceded and there is a brief lull, I echo the call I see the Phoenix makes thee: What wilt thou have me do in thy "police"?
[[ooc: Uriel is sitting in a tree watching the water gradually recede, with an air of serene happiness and crystal rose bound in his hair.]]
But after this, I greet my garden again with love.
Private to Vimes
Commander Vimes, now that the water has seceded and there is a brief lull, I echo the call I see the Phoenix makes thee: What wilt thou have me do in thy "police"?
[[ooc: Uriel is sitting in a tree watching the water gradually recede, with an air of serene happiness and crystal rose bound in his hair.]]