It's Christmas where I'm at now, so I thought I'd drop in and hand out a little gift to everyone who's been waiting so patiently for Aklon all this time (ack, the fifth year, I really need to get a move on). For those of you celebrating the day, have yourselves a Merry Christmas (and perhaps be reading this on Boxing Day), and for those who don't, enjoy a free random sneak peek.
We have here a little moment of personal philosophy between Aklon and Haer'Dalis, one of the set of banters I'm currently writing. There is a slightly extended version of this that may show up in certain circumstances, but I'm ust leaving you the basic one here. Hey, I have to keep a few surprises for you.
Haer'Dalis: Ah, behold, the hero, fierce of eye and stern of countenance as he contemplates the tasks before him. But no, no paint, no soot colours this hero's brow. What skill and art then, to draw such lines upon a face?
Aklon: Shall I assume from your gestures and accompanying attempt to locate paint or soot on my face that you are speaking of me?
Haer'Dalis: Aye, aye, my wandering heron.
Aklon: By no means am I a hero, Haer'Dalis. I am merely a man trying to make his way in the world.
Haer'Dalis: Perhaps 'twas an exaggeration that passed my lips in that regard. You cannot deny though, that the art to paint such a countenance is within you.
Aklon: The expression I wear is appropriate to the situation.
Haer'Dalis: The heron duels with his tongue as he does with hands and feet. I say your face is artful for 'tis a reflection not of what is within your heart, but the intent of your will. You paint your own face to deceive those who gaze upon it.
Aklon: The mere appearance of confidence can deflect trouble as surely as sword, shield or spell.
Haer'Dalis: And every day you craft your mask and step out, hiding yourself from the world.
Aklon: I find this an odd cast of conversation from you, Haer'Dalis. As an actor, your very craft is to walk the stage and to become, or seem to be, someone else.
Haer'Dalis: Verily, that is my talent, and my art. Upon the stage I wear my masks, and remove them when I step down. Your mask is donned as you wake and is not removed ere sleep takes you.
Haer'Dalis: Every day, the face beneath becomes a little more like the mask above and you might no more take it off than were it chained to you. Where my own true heart tastes free air each moment not on the stage.
Aklon: That freedom is one that few can afford, Haer'Dalis. It has a price all of its own, albeit a price you might embrace.
Haer'Dalis: Aye. And embrace it I do, with joy and enthusiasm. You have struck the chains from your wrists before, Aklon, why not strike the chains from your heart? [End]
Edited by BigRob, 24 December 2008 - 05:33 PM.