Tales-of-Ocean-Heart

These beloveds of mine wend their way through minefields of learning, dig through layers of deadliness for you. Me, too blinded still by the glitter of my tripwire, I dance along the edges of these cliffs believing there is an invisible bridge, casting sand out into the sky, ready to run along the glimmer of walkway it reveals, assume there is no bottom to this gorge, launch off and grow my wings as the wind hits me in the face and think I have help to give to my beloveds. Maybe the difference is that I have left the ground, and they are still pushing poles into the next bit of dirt, mincing toward the next buried mine.

Father took me hunting again today. I have been getting better at hunting in our last few outings. Father is so proud of me - it's clear they want me to follow in their footsteps as a hunter. I would take offense at my path being chosen for me, but I do like this path - the thrill of the hunt not only excites me, it suits me in some way I cannot yet claim I understand, so I feel only pride. Something puzzles me, however. We have been passing over the few yeru and rock boar I see passing by in the badlands of Shalekesh, and when I turn to stalk one, I see father pass their gaze over me, slow and disapproving. Are we seeking larger prey? It s