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Mar. 22nd, 2009 01:09 am[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]
She invokes our sister's names, and it earns her praise and adoration. Yes, of course. She will mention Mother, and perhaps she is innocent. She may know nothing of why that she should speak the name of Laeleena of Atsir is perverse at best. In fact, I find it likely. She truly seems to love us, the poor, simple thing.
If she only knew.
Though I doubt she would believe.
I wish they could be scoured from the city, at times. Told in stern tones that they are unwelcome. To peddle their false salvation elsewhere and leave us to our grief. The grief I suspect their own enigmatic leader delivered upon us herself, somehow, with such unclear motives and so little remorse. The sheer insult of it is what galls me. That Laeleena of Atsir will be remembered as having taken her own life is an affront to her memory, to history as a whole.
These seeds have been planted. Every nomadic tribe I can reach, I will question. They will not know that it is I who has made the inquiry, but they will answer all the same. Someone, somewhere, will answer.
Tomorrow, I will address the city. I do not intend to allow the Prophet's daughter to use the anniversary of my Mother's death to her advantage.
She invokes our sister's names, and it earns her praise and adoration. Yes, of course. She will mention Mother, and perhaps she is innocent. She may know nothing of why that she should speak the name of Laeleena of Atsir is perverse at best. In fact, I find it likely. She truly seems to love us, the poor, simple thing.
If she only knew.
Though I doubt she would believe.
I wish they could be scoured from the city, at times. Told in stern tones that they are unwelcome. To peddle their false salvation elsewhere and leave us to our grief. The grief I suspect their own enigmatic leader delivered upon us herself, somehow, with such unclear motives and so little remorse. The sheer insult of it is what galls me. That Laeleena of Atsir will be remembered as having taken her own life is an affront to her memory, to history as a whole.
These seeds have been planted. Every nomadic tribe I can reach, I will question. They will not know that it is I who has made the inquiry, but they will answer all the same. Someone, somewhere, will answer.
Tomorrow, I will address the city. I do not intend to allow the Prophet's daughter to use the anniversary of my Mother's death to her advantage.
