Do our daughters not know our shared-memories of when the Vu came to this world? The burning of land and sky? Our sacrifice to turn back that evil?
Do they not grieve as our faith wavers at the rending of our ranks? And yet, do their tears not dry when the One’s comfort moves among the Tisshe?
That those mournful days lie ages beyond what any mere human remembers is of no consequence.
Would the Tisshe not offer themselves up once again?
Do our daughters not know our shared-memories of when the Vu came to this world? The burning of land and sky? Our sacrifice to turn back that evil?
Do they not grieve as our faith wavers at the rending of our ranks? And yet, do their tears not dry when the One’s comfort moves among the Tisshe?
That those mournful days lie ages beyond what any mere human remembers is of no consequence.
Would the Tisshe not offer themselves up once again?
. . . into this darkness of despair, the One called forth the Tisshe.
. . . into this darkness of despair, the One called forth the Tisshe.
Of what consequence is a single Tisshe? Can she move the mountain facing her family? Can the sacrifice of her dignity, even her very life, fill the chasm blocking their path?
And yet, did not a company of our sisters rely upon the One and break the Vu legions at Chalwes Fields?
Of what consequence is a single Tisshe? Can she move the mountain facing her family? Can the sacrifice of her dignity, even her very life, fill the chasm blocking their path?
And yet, did not a company of our sisters rely upon the One and break the Vu legions at Chalwes Fields?
How could a Tisshe forget that blessed day when she first met her precious family?
Happiness? Bliss? Exquisite rapture? Are not these words a filthy dry rag compared to the pure ocean of joy surrounding her?
How could a Tisshe forget that blessed day when she first met her precious family?
Happiness? Bliss? Exquisite rapture? Are not these words a filthy dry rag compared to the pure ocean of joy surrounding her?
Use great care to not keep the thoughts of the wicked among your remembrances.
Their supposed wisdom always leads to ill consequence.
Use great care to not keep the thoughts of the wicked among your remembrances.
Their supposed wisdom always leads to ill consequence.
Though the intrigues of Man seem as child’s play to a Tisshe, do not underestimate their danger nor the adverse consequences they may unleash.
Though the intrigues of Man seem as child’s play to a Tisshe, do not underestimate their danger nor the adverse consequences they may unleash.
What defines an accident, a happenstance? Does such truly exist?
What defines an accident, a happenstance? Does such truly exist?
Does death diminish significance or merely immediacy?
Does death diminish significance or merely immediacy?
Must a Tisshe be a Tisshe? Could she choose to not care for her family? To abandon her union with the One? Can memories of this unfathomable be shared?
What could be does not explain what will or must be. This is known.
Must a Tisshe be a Tisshe? Could she choose to not care for her family? To abandon her union with the One? Can memories of this unfathomable be shared?
What could be does not explain what will or must be. This is known.
Is not the narrow and winding path of consequence a mysterious journey through both the obvious and uncertain?
Where the steps will pass cannot be known, not even by a Tisshe. This is understood.
Is not the narrow and winding path of consequence a mysterious journey through both the obvious and uncertain?
Where the steps will pass cannot be known, not even by a Tisshe. This is understood.