*The woman's voice is dripping with frustration and comic sarcasm.*
I think I know whom I kill in Muaarga's vision, and his name is Saraphim...
What does he mean by telling me I'm not to swear!? He may as well tell me I'm not to breathe! "It's anger verbalized" Feh. I could swear harder than ever. That is... if Lawrence didn't so stubbornly stand behind him. Not that he particularly minds my swearing itself, but he's told me to listen to my teacher, and this is a matter of principle. F... Grrrr. I'm losing half my vocabulary, here.
....and another thing! Meditation. I need to do it. Three times a day. What? I've survived this long without contemplating the infiniteness of the grains of sand around me, and bigness and the smallness of the universe. Insert explitive here. NGGGG! STOPPIT! OH COME ON, THAT COUNTS?? *chuckle* Say hello to the guardian of my virtue. The most annoying sounds Lawrence can think of... ringing directly in my mind... whenever I stray from the path. You know it's for your own good, Nyx-Warda. That don't mean I have to like it. *She pouts with an exaggerated huffy sound, just like a little kid. He responds, with a chuckle* "Doesn't mean", dear. I hate you. *she says, in a voice that means "I love you". The sound of a little kiss can be heard muffled in the background. Soon, there's a sound of heavy footsteps leaving the room, and she continues he monologue in a more calm tone.*
How can I say no? Right? So I don't. I was told to take one thing and try to sense everything about it. So I did. I grabbed the first thing that came to my hand, which happened to be a cookiee. *groan* Yeah, well, nobody said it had to be glamorous. So I sat in my little room, and meditated on the infiniteness of a cookiee. Then I got bored.. and I ate it. *cough* Lawrence caught me in the act... and he says I had the best expression of guilt and innocence mixed together that he's ever seen. Now I know how the twins feel when I catch them trying to rock their cribs over in the night. Not by their own strength, of course, but they're figured out.. too soon if I might add.. how to make a big and reckless push with the force when the work together at it. Anyway, the result is.. messy... and dangerous.. and requires the cribs to now be bolted to the floor. Goodness knows what we'll do when they get absolutely too big for the cribs... but that bridge we'll cross when we come to it.
What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, the "joy" of meditation. Well.. with my last stunt, I'm sure my teacher would be ashamed. Lawrence just laughed at me again- the same way he laughed after he found out that I didn't meditate three times a day -then he found me something more suitable.... not to mention inedible... to practice on. It was an old book; one of my favorites when I had my sight. Now, he had introduced to me once a way to "read" a datapad by sensing some sort of light-pattern or signal-pattern it gave off. I didn't understand it then, and I've puzzled over it ever scince, but I've always wondered if I could ever reach a point at which I could actually do something like that. I kept that in mind as I meditated on the book, and soon enough, I started noticing some kind of irregular pattern within its pages. It wasn't the materials it was made of.. or the way its corners were disintegrating.. or anything like that. It was almost like sentience in a way, but only in a way. I looked closer, focusing only on a small part of it. I had found printed words. I focused to the beginning of the book, to a paragraph that I knew by heart. Sure enough, I could sense a sort of rythem with them- not like a light-pattern that made a picture, as I had first thought, but like the way I can sense a smile on someone's face though I can't see it. I... could I read? I don't know, but I do know there's definitely something there.
Anyway, it will have to wait until tomorrow. I need rest.. There are a lot of important things I've left out of this recording, but I can't do anything heavy right now. Those things, too, will wait until after I rest. I needed to record something light, and meanly funny, before I slept so that I could do so without worry. I cross my fingers that tonight will bring me the same blessed, dreamless sleep the last night did.
*END*
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I think I know whom I kill in Muaarga's vision, and his name is Saraphim...
What does he mean by telling me I'm not to swear!? He may as well tell me I'm not to breathe! "It's anger verbalized" Feh. I could swear harder than ever. That is... if Lawrence didn't so stubbornly stand behind him. Not that he particularly minds my swearing itself, but he's told me to listen to my teacher, and this is a matter of principle. F... Grrrr. I'm losing half my vocabulary, here.
....and another thing! Meditation. I need to do it. Three times a day. What? I've survived this long without contemplating the infiniteness of the grains of sand around me, and bigness and the smallness of the universe. Insert explitive here. NGGGG! STOPPIT! OH COME ON, THAT COUNTS?? *chuckle* Say hello to the guardian of my virtue. The most annoying sounds Lawrence can think of... ringing directly in my mind... whenever I stray from the path. You know it's for your own good, Nyx-Warda. That don't mean I have to like it. *She pouts with an exaggerated huffy sound, just like a little kid. He responds, with a chuckle* "Doesn't mean", dear. I hate you. *she says, in a voice that means "I love you". The sound of a little kiss can be heard muffled in the background. Soon, there's a sound of heavy footsteps leaving the room, and she continues he monologue in a more calm tone.*
How can I say no? Right? So I don't. I was told to take one thing and try to sense everything about it. So I did. I grabbed the first thing that came to my hand, which happened to be a cookiee. *groan* Yeah, well, nobody said it had to be glamorous. So I sat in my little room, and meditated on the infiniteness of a cookiee. Then I got bored.. and I ate it. *cough* Lawrence caught me in the act... and he says I had the best expression of guilt and innocence mixed together that he's ever seen. Now I know how the twins feel when I catch them trying to rock their cribs over in the night. Not by their own strength, of course, but they're figured out.. too soon if I might add.. how to make a big and reckless push with the force when the work together at it. Anyway, the result is.. messy... and dangerous.. and requires the cribs to now be bolted to the floor. Goodness knows what we'll do when they get absolutely too big for the cribs... but that bridge we'll cross when we come to it.
What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, the "joy" of meditation. Well.. with my last stunt, I'm sure my teacher would be ashamed. Lawrence just laughed at me again- the same way he laughed after he found out that I didn't meditate three times a day -then he found me something more suitable.... not to mention inedible... to practice on. It was an old book; one of my favorites when I had my sight. Now, he had introduced to me once a way to "read" a datapad by sensing some sort of light-pattern or signal-pattern it gave off. I didn't understand it then, and I've puzzled over it ever scince, but I've always wondered if I could ever reach a point at which I could actually do something like that. I kept that in mind as I meditated on the book, and soon enough, I started noticing some kind of irregular pattern within its pages. It wasn't the materials it was made of.. or the way its corners were disintegrating.. or anything like that. It was almost like sentience in a way, but only in a way. I looked closer, focusing only on a small part of it. I had found printed words. I focused to the beginning of the book, to a paragraph that I knew by heart. Sure enough, I could sense a sort of rythem with them- not like a light-pattern that made a picture, as I had first thought, but like the way I can sense a smile on someone's face though I can't see it. I... could I read? I don't know, but I do know there's definitely something there.
Anyway, it will have to wait until tomorrow. I need rest.. There are a lot of important things I've left out of this recording, but I can't do anything heavy right now. Those things, too, will wait until after I rest. I needed to record something light, and meanly funny, before I slept so that I could do so without worry. I cross my fingers that tonight will bring me the same blessed, dreamless sleep the last night did.
*END*
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