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"All that you see is cast from yourself; the world is your mirror, and every gesture returns to you." Lava burbled at the flaked edges of the basalt earth, ash and soot sweeping across the desolate land in waves. Coppery, red-gold veins cracked the ground as it tremored, the glow of flows beneath his feet. Potential, he thought; like the fiery rivers that surrounded Alemdrom, these too would some day come to surface. “It has been long since I’ve done much of anything,” he lamented to himself. “And an idle mind is the devil’s workshop.” ✧⥼──────༺༻🔥༺༻──────⥽✧ •༺ ⚘ ༻• So, as he had often done when he was but a Herald, the winged man climbed, and climbed, and climbed the vast mountain their castle roosted upon. The white-gold light of the heavens he basked in as he reached the top. The rafts of pumice cracked and shifted like floes of ice atop the molten rock. “ ‘What is the difference between red-gold and white-gold?’ ” the Ordained recalled; an Um’ei he’d heard, pondered, but never answered. So fate had it he would, and so he did. The scorched feathers upon his back strained against the whipping wind. His aged limbs creaked as he stopped at the lip of the caldera, threatening to topple him over and down into it – momentum, a potential energy. What stopped the man from leaping into the caldera, then on? Knowledge. But from where did it stem? How could he know that it would burn, without having been burnt once before? And so, the epiphany came to him. ✧⥼──────༺༻🔥༺༻──────⥽✧ •༺ ⚘ ༻• [!] Within the library of Alemdrom, a new piece of parchment could be found with all the other Asioth-writings; perhaps an aid to others who sought wisdom on such a tricky matter. There is no action without vision. The strike of a hammer, and the hand that steadies it with its intent. Raw clay, and a sculptor’s palms which mold it. What moves the hand? What moves the mind? A river runs beneath the sky that guides it. Action and reflection, Creation and comprehension, Heart and mind. The river stops at the horizon. The sun rises from it. The creation of all things, and the end of all things. This is the difference of red-gold and white-gold. "Look again, and you shall find that every shadow is a reflection of your flame, a voice of your becoming."

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"May Fate strike true through you, Brother, Sister," an old Ordained hummed, his feathered wings dusting the ground as he moved to shelve an armful of books. "Truth Burns."

Helena rolls in her - not a grave, for she was still alive - something equivalent. Her bed, perhaps. Ledicort would get an earful about this from his wife later that night. "The Balianoids!!!" "I know we're Balianese! But they're ... you know ..!"

"Eeeedessaa sooo eeepic," Helena snickered in a bad Illatian accent. "Very punnable. But I like it," the woman grinned, nodding to her son, Ezra, in approval. At last, they could all move past The Horse Incident of 2054, whose perpetrator was surely was looking ... up ... at them now. @FireAGN

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Helena cast a side-long glance to her husband. "That didn't last long." @cadazio

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Helena recieved the letter with a tired smile. She'd been meaning to write to Leif herself; she knew how rough he'd had it lately with Circe, and with his own father - her husband. The boy could probably do with a peptalk. She had never grasped why the poor Whitewood was Ledicort's least favorite. "Letter, from Leif," the woman called up to her husband. "I'll, eh, tell you what it says." She read it, and her smile quickly fell. Helena sat there for a long while, silently weeping over the words. The shock of his death, namely. But the fact he had indeed considered her a mother. It was cruelly ironic how of all Ledicort's children, the one who had kept his late-wife's surname, and who looked the most like her, had been the least awful to Helena. There wasn't a night that she did not think about how all of Leif's sisters minus Arowyn, who she wasn't entirely sure really existed confronted her after the trial, and cursed her name. They had wished her dead, all except Leif. When the Chimera first came for them and Helena fought tooth and nail to protect those children, Leif had been the only one not to abandon her to bleed out. It was the very reason that every time Ledicort asked over the decades, each time more incredulously, which child was her favorite, Helena had always given the same answer. "I don't play favorites! ... But, if I did, it would be Leif."

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"It'll happen, again and again. Our people are a persecuted one," Helena Casimira Novellen had spoken at their family gathering. Little did the woman know how their heiress had been battered and brutalised by the inquisition, long before she was granted the mercy of death. If she knew, would she had reacted any different? "We simply must continue on. What she did was wrong, and I can only hope none of you repeat such a grave error," she said, stone-faced. How many of her kin would she watch die? Much like Lorena, the woman - both of them cursed - had many the same, horrific dreams that night. Despite her indifference, she could not sleep along the same street that had run with her child's blood.

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Helena knew something had occurred - not quite what. She woke to far too much commotion in their house, in the middle of the night. Something about treason, and death. Whose, but their daughter's, their heir's. She recalled holding Lorena's tiny hand as she walked her through Lemon Hill for the first time. How cold they must be, now. She sat back, and took a long, shaken breath. The Novellen lapsed back into her smoking habit that night, and sitting in a cloud of tobacco smoke, held her head in her hands. "Aurelia, Augustus, Lorena," Helena mumbled. "Never dropped the last two on their heads, or drank during my pregnancies ..." -- "Why have none of them come out anything more than faechking disappointments? God," she wept, alone for at least a brief time that night. "John, perhaps I ought to have died with you." And she sat there, alone, waiting until her only solace - her husband - would return.

"The FED'S HORSES are cheaper because they have Automaton listening devices in them . . . Like the birds ... these horses, on no account will a FED horse ever drink water, Ledicort . . ." Helena rambled to her husband @cadazio (who was most certainly a Fed). "Have you ever seen them drink water? Do you know about the fluoridation of water, Ledicort ..? It's what they drink, Ledicort . . ."