safrin
"I will tell you this, Sage, for I have lived more lives than you could even fathom. When you die, you will be mourned like fall leaves tossed into a fire. Brightly at first, but the flash and heat of it will be quick. Oh, there will be those who carry your memory longer, but you humans are capricious and short-memoried. The point is this, so hear it well: you can achieve more in life, than you ever will in death." Rolling her eyes a touch at his poetic interpretation, Safrin merely shakes her head. "You mention thanklessness as if it's a validation. It's thankless because it isn't needed, Jigano. You mention beauty as if it is a thing that matters when it comes to purpose. Those you 'help' have already had their chance at life, and now you waste yours tending to their needs, ignoring the living."
With a grin that was both haughtily amused but genuinely enticed, Safrin raised a brow, more than happy to rise to his little challenge. "Well I'd not strip you of all the things you've chosen to be, for one. Sage. Loreseeker. Teacher. You quietly seek power though don't want to be boastful in your wielding of it. You want to help, but not overstep. You have the capacity to rule and lead, but don't want to step on toes."
So what was it she was offering?
"I would make you not unlike an oracle, not tethered to any one land, but a servant of all. Access to my books and crypts, to the lore of this world...Loreseekers in all realms, networks to share information, and you at the centre of it all, like a beacon. Not a lantern in a world of darkness, but a lighthouse whose brilliance comes not from hubris, but from me."
With a grin that was both haughtily amused but genuinely enticed, Safrin raised a brow, more than happy to rise to his little challenge. "Well I'd not strip you of all the things you've chosen to be, for one. Sage. Loreseeker. Teacher. You quietly seek power though don't want to be boastful in your wielding of it. You want to help, but not overstep. You have the capacity to rule and lead, but don't want to step on toes."
So what was it she was offering?
"I would make you not unlike an oracle, not tethered to any one land, but a servant of all. Access to my books and crypts, to the lore of this world...Loreseekers in all realms, networks to share information, and you at the centre of it all, like a beacon. Not a lantern in a world of darkness, but a lighthouse whose brilliance comes not from hubris, but from me."
