Vesper III - Evening's Prayer

[Lammy]

 

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The swift planet.
Likely to grant intellectual capacity.

 

"Vision: 50% and decreasing. Blurriness: 75% and continuing.  Blurs of light that turns to darkness increasing. I just wonder when the last twinkle comes... before... dammit."

"Just... write it down."

"Whatever the situation of my existence is, I am not the smartest. My mother would really consider those words and think that I should consider myself higher, but I would rather face it as it should -- I make a lot of mistakes. I will continue to make those same mistakes as well until I can’t anymore. Though, in hindsight, I probably should’ve considered my options a long, long time ago -- have the celestials say it, It’s one of those lives.
 
However, I don’t believe that these same mistakes are the works of the concept of ‘Destiny’, I believe that destiny is what I make of it, and can be changed and coursed through on a daily basis like a river. A single rock can change the course of the flow and have it end up in another section that was previously not there. While it may mess with the ecosystem that is in support of that precious water, there are always those that may need it more.
 
… I’m rambling again. I’ve always talked too much. My mind always tells me to say something when I probably shouldn’t say it. Speaking out of term was always a situation of mind that I could never stop myself from. Even when I had the option to say my piece, I would often say nothing and only speak when the topic was sensitive to me and me alone.
 
Maybe, in some respect, that is why I’m in this situation. Maybe, if I learned to speak when I should speak, I would be able to have done things differently. I may have even been able to set a few qualms I had with people straight. Neoi knows that I could’ve done a lot of things different, but here I am now, and I can’t say I’m not comfortable.
 
Though, perhaps I should be more honest with people when it comes to these conditions of life. I shouldn’t have to hide my situation from people that I work for, or for those I sworn myself under. But, then again, it isn’t like they really care for someone like myself, right? A life of servitude, I wonder how long that would last when it comes to this grand scheme that they have.
 

Do they consider it a blessing or a curse to have me around?

  
After all, I am simply an artificer. My family had me study the bare-basics of the runes and taught me how to use an anvil and forge for a while. Even though I never saw what it was like on the outside, I know that it is just animosity and monsters out there with human skin. Some with animalistic ears, and some that simply say ‘hello’.
 
Cynical, I know, but when the light is dimming ever so slowly… who am I to rely on anything else but this family, my instincts, and my wits?"