#qa'dojo

The twelfth night. 

grandma appreciation time! :~)

there he go

In a stroke of serendipity, I chanced upon a Khajiiti monk outside, whilst I hurried to the meeting with the class held in some excavated ruin. His name is Qa'Dojo, and I find myself already rather fond of him. He says he was on his way to Azura's shrine, and will be happy to show me the way there once my College business is done for the day. We spoke at great length on the subject of faith and the structures of our religion. His views are curious, even perhaps somewhat naive, believing there to be no real difference between the Aedra and Daedra and worshipping them all as a means of cosmic balance. I do not follow his philosophies, though I can understand his logic; what are the Aedra but stasis, and what are the Daedra but change? The two together maintains the flow of the world, too much power from one side or another destroys it. All very well for the world, but he is curiously silent on the subject of what is to become of his soul. Daedra are not known generally for their capacity to share. Still, he remarks on Dunmeri religion favorably, and that is unusual at best for a Khajiit. He says his moment of illumination that set him on this path of his was a head injury; I am polite, but it is hard to draw no connections between a concussion and, shall we say, an overly optimistic view of the et'Ada.

I may have spent last night as a emotional wreck