Wherein the old ways are expounded upon (Ch. 25)
“Trust not the old to be wise, nor the young to be pure. Do not heed the whispers in the wind, but do not scorn them either. Trust that tomorrow will be as today, until it is not. Respect the stars, for they are ancient, and respect the beasts for they are vigorous. Trust the word of your father, listen to the word of a shaman, and never trust a brown cloak” Excerpt from “The tragedies of the toll”, Jennept’s archive of northern stories Chy was out cold. A friend would’ve been worried. A companion concerned. A passerby compassionate, or perhaps merely curious. Opal was overjoyed. She found herself overjoyed at most everything that happened to her. So powerful was this joy that she found it necessary to explain it to the unconscious Chy. After all, had he been awake, he’d surely have had some suitably dampening reply. “I’m like a long-lived yellow tail, aren’t I Chy? Look at me! I radiate glory in the summer sun! I bring joy, I pique fascination, I entice, I taunt. I’m t...