Though the North has called for many years it is only now I choose to listen and begin to hear.
Becoming what I have become was meant to prepare me for the North and yet fear paralyzed me. I could not - I would not. Yet now I will. Another has joined me, clinging to my head, another who reminds me of myself or who I see myself to be or who I was meant to be. With them, I will not be alone, I need not fear, the North will, must take us both.
Why does this matter to you?
I shed that which now means nothing, freeing myself to Seek and reach my fate. Fate, the pertinent word.
Before I go North I would like to pass along a few hundred Fate I’ve absentmindedly acquired.
And that’s how you rid yourself of 600 Fate in less than 24 hours. The practice I had circling the well hundreds and hundreds of times assuredly assuaged any reticence.
Congratulations to the one person who correctly interpreted my ravings and to the one person who exploited my fondness for urchins. May you never seek the Name.
My thanks to those who messaged and I pray you will be generous when your own opportunity arises.