Post by Ledaal Giminagi on Nov 14, 2015 21:55:02 GMT
Giminagi grinned. It was about time he visited the supposed decadent jewel of the east. After a rather dull trek through the territories of Lookshy, he had found that while he was given some respect here, he was still far from trusted. He could not rely upon his charter from house Ledaal or his family name to save him here--plenty of Dynasts ended up in chains here. He smiled warmly. It was a fascinating group, by any measure, but it was his group. Wheelers, dealers, scholars, players--these streets meant he could forsake his vaunted nobility and just be another mad adventurer. He loved it.
He sat on the bench absentmindedly, strumming his sanxiang as he got a crow to form in the streets.
"Here lie s the tale of old Li Shen,
Who's mother kept him like a Hen
And kept hism safe from fear and fire,
He never wanted for desire...."
An old sad ballad, the Tale of Old Li Shen. A story about a boy raised so protectively, only to be cursed by his own family's arrogance. No man could be safe from all things. No man could be protected from everything. Was that the moral? Or was it something else. Well, that depended on his ending the song.