Nuala
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Post by Nuala on Feb 4, 2009 14:47:50 GMT -5
Nuala's expression had changed now, subtly, not into something reminiscent of pain, but near enough. Perhaps it was only brief, flickering, and likely to vanish as easily as surprise, but it might not have been. It was nothing he'd said, and nothing in him, but rather, something that she'd thought of suddenly at what he'd said.
One must strive to recreate it if deemed necessary... Wasn't that precisely what Nuada wanted to do? And if he tried, or set in motion any attempt, he would doubtless perish in the process. This thought distressed her greatly, but if she and he needed to be on one extreme each, there was nothing she could do to stop it without upsetting her own personal balance.
"I am Nuala," she replied after a moment, taking a breath almost at the same time. "I am not certain we can be anything but complacent; it may be a part of our natures. When nature is volatile - as it is on occasion - " Her breathing seemed to be a little sharp and difficult, her mind on a specific metaphor - "it does damage to the rest of nature, does it not?"
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Post by Figwit on Feb 4, 2009 14:54:09 GMT -5
Figwit caught her expression, as he caught most things, by observing it and letting it go. He did not think it was about him, nor seek to press her about it.
"But complacence--in our case--has led to volatility. My people have become more like Men every year that they walk among them. Their emotions, their customs, their habits... in every way, in our acceptance of what the world brings us, we mirror it. Men rule, and shape the earth to their whim, and so now do Elves become like them. And if that is our nature, then it is our nature which has done the damage. To our world and ourselves."
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Nuala
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Post by Nuala on Feb 4, 2009 15:07:30 GMT -5
Nuala's expression of startled dismay was impossible to hide now, though it was hardly a change from her other open-eyed expressions, and so, if it changed in a second, it wouldn't be easily readable as dismay. But as it did not, it very much was.
"I think," she said, almost faint-headed, "that perhaps you are correct." Very slowly, Nuala's knees folded, and she knelt on the damp grass, as though no longer able to stand. "Yes. But perhaps there was always complacence and volatility, and they have existed together, and you are only better attuned to one at one time, rather than aware of both at once."
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Post by Figwit on Feb 4, 2009 15:17:20 GMT -5
Now Figwit's smooth brow furrowed somewhat in concern, and he sank to his knees in a form of unconscious politeness, a need to see her on her own terms.
"Forgive me," he said, his voice soft. "I did not mean to disturb you; these thoughts run through my head almost constantly, but I was, in a sense, created for that purpose. The problem is not impersonal to me, but I have been known to be..." He paused, seeking the correct word. "Distant... in my contemplation of it." And in all other things. This distinction would not have been noticeable, did not exist, amongst his people in days gone by. But compared to that which he called his family, he was indeed lacking in "volatility." And sometimes forgot that those topics upon which he could converse rationally, without the sort of pain which would induce him to stop, might cause discomfort in others. "But I have hit upon some pain of yours, and for that I am sorry."
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