Some thoughts of no import

“ 10:00 – The meeting’s appointed hour has come. So far, I, Berrington, Lawful, and Gertrude are placed at our regular seating. None of the dignitaries and court officials for whom this meeting has been scheduled have arrived. 10:07 – Gertrude has been staring at the gardener through the window for some minutes now. He’s looking a bit uncomfortable, as I would in his situation. Once you’ve earned Gertrude’s attention, it’s difficult to lose it. I suspect that in fact she’s looking on in approval of his masculinity, but I’m not confident enough in this to reassure the poor gardener. 10: 10 – Eddre has just walked in with a plate full of what seem to be jam pastries. Upon seeing the rank of the assorted company, she’s making an attempt at escaping without taking excessive attrition to her stores of carbohydrates. 10:12 – Eddre has been successfully lured into conversation with Berrington, his tactics unknown to me. Perhaps I’ll endeavor to learn something this time. After I’ve take...

  “We have each been blessed or perhaps cursed with those talents and proclivities that the goddess has seen fit to bestow upon us. Some have struggled deeply with this as a problem in our natures, for what if our callings are doomed? Does it not seem that some are prophesied to obscurity and yet thoroughly blessed in all they do? I see no reason to struggle or grapple with these questions as though they bear some deep significance to our beliefs. When the time comes, we must each do our duty to ensure the fulfillment of prophecy, and scorn those who will not do their proper part” Remarks on the Sebastopol schism, chapter 14 line 778, Eato the half heretic   The screeching was getting louder. It had been doing so for some time, though Wicker couldn’t tell just how long. She tried to scrape her brain for some hint or explanation, some aide or support. Nothing. A dull scraping sound gradually gets louder behind her. Scolded, that’s what’s going to happen. She’s going to be...