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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 4:17 am
Azarax nodded as he listened, glad that she shared his thoughts and feelings. Yes, perhaps there was nothing all that special about Finar-si. Perhaps she was just a story. And if stories were just that and nothing of any consequence, then were they not all just lies, told by parents to their unsuspecting children? Such was the way such folly was taken on as truth, and there remained little more than lions who were sturggling to reach out to a creature of fiction.
He looked across at her then, taking a moment to ponder her words, and then shook his head slightly. "I don't think slavery is a lie," He said. "Perhaps it is, in the ultimate sense of the word, but... I think it's a truth, just because we have made it so."
But then again, who was to say whether or not it was? Perhaps slavery was only a truth because, as he had said, it had been made that way by the creatures of the savannah. Because if one did not enslave another, and one did not succumb to life under the rule and order of another, then how would slavery even exist? So it was a truth, perhaps one shaped by the way animals behaved.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:38 am
"Then maybe it should be unmade..." She shook her head, ears going back. Then she wouldn't feel cursed by Finar-si... After a moment, blue eyes looked up, staring almost unseeingly across the sand.
"How hard would it be, though? To undo all that's been done, to right the wrongs and fix what appears broken?" She looked at Azarax. "Or is it all even broken in the first place?" Her tail flicked in thought. "Maybe everything that's happened and is happening... Was supposed to happen." Now she was starting to think a bit much, even by her own standards.
She sighed, then rose. "I should get back... Mother will be upset I was away." And talking with a slave as if it were just another member of the Blood, no less. The white cub looked at the pale sandy juvenile, thinking a moment. Nodding, she started back towards home. "It was good talking, Azarax."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:49 am
"I suppose you're right," He nodded his head in agreement. What would life be like if everything that had gone wrong could be fixed in hindsight? Their home would be a paradise. That was what.
"Change..." He murmured, staring off across the sand, as if looking out after Savitri to see whatever it was she had been seeing in her mind. "Too much change." For there was no way for any of this to be undone, unless all of a sudden the world as they knew it was tipped upside down. Smashed open and then repaired again from the inside out, by different beings than those that had originally created this world that they lived in.
A small smile ghosted across the young lion's muzzle. He nodded. Meeting Savitri had made him think. What if such change did indeed come to pass? It was hard to imagine life different from the way it was lived now. But perhaps it would happen.
"And you," He said as she headed away. "We'll meet again, perhaps." He added softly, but perhaps if she was listening she might have heard. And yes. Perhaps they would find time again someday, and sit and have another talk.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:59 am
She paused, looking back at him. The truth of her blood caught in her throat, her mind teetering on the idea of telling him she was one of Kimeti's grandchildren. Instead, she nodded, then continued on her way. She'd have to find him again, to talk more. Around the right lions, she worried less about her pelt, less about what she didn't look like, and more about the topic on paw. It was good for her.
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