Old King Cole
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When examining the tale of the chicken or the egg, one must also consider the strength of will required to peck one's way out of the shell.
It was easy to follow what Grandpa taught her. Iona's life was hardly precarious, anymore.
looks like we can't juxtapose, jump through hoops, and joy of creation our way out of this one boys
there's just something about having a big ponytail. and it's that you have a big ponytail. somewhat like a horse
"Look around wherever you want," Cole said. "I've got no secrets."
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
Quite fine in filigree indeed!
Cole's office ain't big enough for the three of them.
A galaxy with a penchant for forming and emitting self-destructive star, after star, after star...indeed, that's Mythra.
Mythra could see it so clearly in her mind's eye. It was beautiful.
Cole marks himself much too old to survive a lightning strike, but he's got no choice, now, has he?
Did they not all have a desperate desire to understand? Was that too base, too simple?
The relic reignited wonders.
Them's the rules, I'm afraid: no-account children have only one purpose, and it's to be loved.
I knew him well, and hath borne him on my back a thousand times. Continue to do so, in point of fact. We will not speak of such an end.
"I've got nothing to be afraid of."
"You're sure?"
"You're sure?"
"I cannot help my suspicion."
"I know. But I can."
"I know. But I can."
And I am simply ancient...!
So simple it doesn't need explanation. And on, and on, and on...
Business as usual, eh?
Hah, as if.
The unlikely (no, quite likely) Nia- pair are mischief and its maintainer - though perhaps not in the order you'd expect.
I could be wrong, but I'm not. Now tell me, what kind of love have you got?
"Addam, I'm dying."
There's a long silence.
"Well. That's a good thing, isn't it?"
#divorce
There's a long silence.
"Well. That's a good thing, isn't it?"
#divorce
Amalthus is, quite simply, not Minoth's favorite person.
...and other assorted ambitions.
Three very particular Blades were bastardized, even if quite unknowingly, by one wayward Quaestor. These are their stories.
Minoth, now Cole, thinks about things.
When the lonely, aging world is your only companion, you've got to look inward, haven't you?
A centuries-long learning experience, the Blade that was Minoth will be. The first lesson is today.
Like a snake, Amalthus speaks in silvered tongues, but it is only a very few, at the root of it, who are truly fooled. The rest of us...we all know.
"Grandpa, are you really going to write a play about Mister Vandham?"
Was it even a question?
Was it even a question?
They got a name for the winners in the world...I want a name when I lose.
"Hey, Cole, can I ask you something?"
Like Addam, are you? And so that's what it's about.
Like Addam, are you? And so that's what it's about.
The obvious composer buries his motives.
'Cause you were wrong and now, the best is yet to come.
"Y'know, if the Architect really does exist...I'd quite like to meet him."
Have I come to too soon for you?
"He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'"
(noun) the final part of a play, movie, or other narrative in which the strands of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved