#huck arcane

i drink the honey

Perpetual relief. I find myself clear, mind unperturbed.

A handful of days ago, a pilgrim has reached our commune. I have greeted her, but she regarded me with suspicion and disdain, same with my peers. She said she barely recognized me, and she was ashamed of what has become of me; I do not know who she was. I can't decipher what she meant. My previous life was full of fraud, bribery, theft, black market dealings, fear and hatred for myself and others. There was nothing honourable about the life I lead. I escaped that life whenever I could, escaped in the tall glass and in the purple droplet under my tongue.

Perhaps that is what she detested. The escape. She rested with us, received some fruit for the road, but then left again, her wounds unhealed; she saw what the Herald was capable of, but she let fear cloud her judgment and she rejected a blessing. I do not understand. Is a life without pain not what everyone dreams of? No sickness and no desires, no pain or longing or fatigue. We hold hands in perpetual bonds, knowing our lives are saved.

My mind has been cloudy lately. But it does not matter. I focus with the aid of the Arcane, I let it lead my hand. I come to pray at the Herald's feet, and His blessing reinvigorates me. I used to live the life of lack, of the constant hunt for the next purple droplet, but today, I am filled with sacred light.

Huck: tell Vi I'm sorry