Welcome to my Mind

I explained my reasoning in thinking why this place would do for now, but he was right.

"Trust no doubt, and trust certainty even less."

He puzzled me, to say the least. Why so torn when I was actually worth helping, but after ye see me removed from grace are ye so eager to jump to help now? What is left now, no longer Chosen, that is worth salvaging? He certainly must have realized that's what happened..he was there.

Ahh..As always 'favors' do not come at some sort of a price. Apparently I am very useful, though, if even Sijavi seems to want to use me for some purpose or other, like Narus. What do I plan to do now? Adjust to this new way of life. I've been too busy trying to forget the past to be thinking about the future, Sijavi. Though ye seem to have thought it out for me. Tell...Enlighten me.

And like Narus, he gave me a lesson...

{A weathered, narrow-eyed man raises his hand, as though to forestall her anger. "The will of the Gods is paramount, yes. But here, I will teach a lesson..." he steps forward, to the edge of the rug, to a stone holding the rug down to the dirt and rock floor. With his toe he flips the stone over, and beneath it a wriggling mass of insects scurry away, fleeing their sudden exposure. Reaching down he finds one beetle, shiny and black, picks it up between thumb and index finger and raises it before his eyes, no more than handsbreadth away from his face. "...to this bug." Staring imperiously at it, it's little bug legs kicking futilely in the air. Suddenly his arm snaps back. "Kill Nybrylla, bug!" he shouts, and launches the tiny projectile at the Tiress. Half way there, a sudden stuttering sound erupts from the beetle and it abruptly loops away, flying to the safety of a crevice in the wall. a weathered, narrow-eyed man follows it with his eyes, mock anger in his face. "You cannot do this one little thing? You are worthless bug! You are nothing!" he shouts.

He falls silent. Looking down he flips the overturned rock back into it's original position. He remains looking down at the rock for a few moments, then raises his steely-eyed gaze back to Nybrylla. "Even if you fail the will of giants in your life, you still have the ability to fly higher than any else of your stature." a weathered, narrow-eyed man turns then, and walks toward the entrance flap.}

And like Narus, another lesson was repeated...

"You aren't this weak, Nybrylla. Revenge? Spite? These are petty things, creations of the frustration you feel in your breast. Do you think these driving forces will sustain you? They will destroy you, Nybrylla, and everything you hold dear."

OOC Note: Regents rocks my socks so hard that I had to include some of his emotes word for word so all (who don't already) will know how much he reeks of awesomeness.