#nimisms

HC#2 The Isle of the Blessed was not so long ago an island thriving with life and magic. It had places for Priests and Priestesses and others to live, a temple, forests, orchards, fields. It was beautiful and the shadow of it that we see on the show is nothing compared to what it was, what it could be again. Nimueh misses it, she used to climb the trees and lay around in the sun when she didn't have lessons or other work to do.

HC Mordred

Ingebjorg: "Eh eh... Why it has to end?" Nimlith: "So it can begin again."

Elgaraen: You speak too much in riddles, fair elf. Nimlith: Am I? I speak only the truth. Nimlith: But what the truth is, is like this water. Look! Elgaraen: The water merely exists. Nimlith: The water is the water, and it does not care who you or I are. Nimlith: But if I look into its mirror, I see myself. And if you gaze into the same water, you will still not see me. You will only see yourself. Nimlith: Which of this is the truth? Nimlith: And the answer is: It is all the truth. But still we see different things.

None know wholly what the future will hold; and thus we have Hope.

All rivers sing their own song, and all rivers find the sea, in the end. Thus the sea sings all their songs, and more.

Gualric: I have trouble hearing sometimes. Gualric: The world can be too noisy. Nimlith: Then listen to the silence, not the noise. Nimlith: Listen not to your ears, but your heart. Nimlith: Find the song that is in you... and sing it.

Clill: Anor makes the flowers grow... Nimlith: But so does the rain, and good black earth. Nimlith: Everything grows. Everything is one.