Volpin

It wasn't anything I had read, I just got mad seeing the machines rip up the woods.

It is said that every oasis is a dead god. Their decaying bodies so full of life, that it seeps out and brings life to even the most inhabitable corners of the world.

Some even say that the world itself is the body of an incomprehensibly large creature of old, giving birth to us.

And then there are demigods. Born for a purpose, or emerged by themselves to seek it. They are bound by duty either way. Either becoming terrible horrors, seeking to escape themselves or benevolent muses, seeking to help others escape.

My mother says that mortals are in many ways better off than Gods. Free to choose their own path, free of the responsibility of fate. It is said that I am special, that I walk the line between, forming a bridge to protect the land, protect the oasis. But I do not understand, how to protect something that can not be taken? How to take something that can not be owned?

You may think yourself an island, yet there are no islands. There are only coastlines in motion, only the sea in curious shapes.

It is what you look for, that you will find in the clouds.

When you are tense, the Trees look jagged and gray, the Sun feels harsh and blinding. Yet when you are at ease, even the cracks in the pavement have charm.

There is no such a thing as a reflection, without something to be reflected. ---------------------------------------

--Radiance-- God knows Something I don't I got a feeling I got a feeling And it ain't leaving No it ain't leaving Hard time believing If I don't see it Like a secret You'd lie to keep it Can we begin again? Just start all over I gave everything I can, oh I'm dying to live again

"Walking the halls of temples- Temples I build, knowing I will never worship in them- I come to realize that the darkness is not purged by the light- That light is not consumed by darkness- But they need each other to exist- I know- Like the clouds above, composed of millions of fragments- my mind is drifting in pieces- I know one day- It will all come crashing down on me- I know I have been your darkness- Now let me be your light- I know one day- We will meet- Where the colors bleed."

Comission for Noren!

Windchimes and Fruit and Spirit-Lures and Precious Metals. Tell me what a self-sufficient Tribe could possibly want to trade for? They have everything at their fingertips and decide they need more? The other figure gently shook their head: There is more to trade for than *goods*. The true strength of a secret society is that it can act without being seen, be daring without meeting resistance. The true weakness of a secret society is that no one will come to defend it, should someone want it gone. You may think exposing this place an act of foolishness, when the many eyes keep each other in check. No one would dare to lash out as long as the others watch. Do not think them foolish, their hospitable manners are underlaid with equal parts cunning and ferocity. And do not think for a moment that they would not be daring, despite resistance. Many have come before to take what they protect, the tribe always remained.

When you hear your name over the crowd, by an unfamiliar voice...

Worldbuilding exercise and big background practise piece to start working on the things I always avoided doing. Starting to fall in love with treating the world my characters are in, as a character in itself.