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Shadyn accepted the critique wordlessly, then joined Brandon in enjoying the view. Brandon Blackwing…two names. Since it’s obvious he isn’t and Endal, that means he must not be an Inarta, either. That explains the lack of concern for the caste system and his more quiet manner.
The night was beautiful, Leth being only a few days from his full glory. Here they were far enough from the glow of torches in the city that every last tiny star was shining brightly. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“It’s funny…I know the name of every single star and constellation up there that has a name, and even created my own names for a few that aren’t named. I’ve spent far more than my share of hours staring up there, thinking, pondering…guess that’s what happens when you’re a misfit. Thing is, though, I’ve always thought of it as a good thing. I’ve learned to admire Leth and all the lesser host of the heavens in a way that all of my peers haven’t. While they wasted their time on harassing dek and chasing women and drinking themselves silly, I was learning. Hehe…Not that I was this empirical about things when I was a Yasi or a new Endal. But…I don’t know. The way I figure it is that if I am not accepted because of who I am, then it’s up to me to earn honor and respect by what I do. Amazing the philosophical moments you can have when you start star-gazing, really…but…I’m probably boring you, though. Forgive me for waxing loquacious.”
As the silence wore on, he began to think about things more. He wondered if Xhyvas would be proud of him for his aspirations. That was the only god he had every really paid much attention to in class, aside from the gods who ruled aspects of nature. Perhaps, with time, he truly could become better than he was, more than he was…It mattered little now, however. Life changing matters such as this were better left for when he was alone, not in another’s company, even if they were as meditative as himself.
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Shadyn accepted the critique wordlessly, then joined Brandon in enjoying the view. Brandon Blackwing…two names. Since it’s obvious he isn’t and Endal, that means he must not be an Inarta, either. That explains the lack of concern for the caste system and his more quiet manner.
The night was beautiful, Leth being only a few days from his full glory. Here they were far enough from the glow of torches in the city that every last tiny star was shining brightly. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“It’s funny…I know the name of every single star and constellation up there that has a name, and even created my own names for a few that aren’t named. I’ve spent far more than my share of hours staring up there, thinking, pondering…guess that’s what happens when you’re a misfit. Thing is, though, I’ve always thought of it as a good thing. I’ve learned to admire Leth and all the lesser host of the heavens in a way that all of my peers haven’t. While they wasted their time on harassing dek and chasing women and drinking themselves silly, I was learning. Hehe…Not that I was this empirical about things when I was a Yasi or a new Endal. But…I don’t know. The way I figure it is that if I am not accepted because of who I am, then it’s up to me to earn honor and respect by what I do. Amazing the philosophical moments you can have when you start star-gazing, really…but…I’m probably boring you, though. Forgive me for waxing loquacious.”
As the silence wore on, he began to think about things more. He wondered if Xhyvas would be proud of him for his aspirations. That was the only god he had every really paid much attention to in class, aside from the gods who ruled aspects of nature. Perhaps, with time, he truly could become better than he was, more than he was…It mattered little now, however. Life changing matters such as this were better left for when he was alone, not in another’s company, even if they were as meditative as himself.
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