Mortonia
First Post
Walking through what was once called home, her eyes rest on the message board for a moment. With a soft shake of her head she moves closer to read the notice and the string of attachments that have been added.
"Typical," she mutters under her breath, glad for once that she will not be present to witness this latest batch of would-be chaos mongers going about the business of making people's lives miserable. Still, she should do something she supposed.
She dug under her robes and produced a small nib pen, blotting the original note once before beginning to write.
There is a proverb that says, Be careful what you wish for. You would do well, I think, to heed this advice. A rule of fear rapidly becomes a rule of nothing. Nothing built on an empty emotion can last - not even fear is eternal, and it is often replaced with anger.
She shrugged. She had done what she felt she must, and she turned away, continuing her walk.
"Typical," she mutters under her breath, glad for once that she will not be present to witness this latest batch of would-be chaos mongers going about the business of making people's lives miserable. Still, she should do something she supposed.
She dug under her robes and produced a small nib pen, blotting the original note once before beginning to write.
There is a proverb that says, Be careful what you wish for. You would do well, I think, to heed this advice. A rule of fear rapidly becomes a rule of nothing. Nothing built on an empty emotion can last - not even fear is eternal, and it is often replaced with anger.
She shrugged. She had done what she felt she must, and she turned away, continuing her walk.