Memoirs of a Morag Tong Assassin - Solstheim, Chapter One: Pure as Undriven Snow. Options

[Black Hand]

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[treydog]

Oh my.

Perhaps, one day, if I practice diligently- I will learn to pack as much into a "simple" post.

I could change roles like changing outfits. They were the skins that could be changed, the birds came to roost on my branches and flew away, but as the tree I remained.

Beyond the images this evokes- there is the sheer beauty of the writing itself. Economical, descriptive, showing perfectly how Seth "centers" himself, no matter which role he is playing.

...she pecked and patted at my hair in an apparent attempt to groom me.

"Really?" I asked.

"Well, if you're going to what could be your funeral, you may as well look presentable." She sent to me telepathically.

Speechless on that one- but it HAD to be highlighted, all the same.

And the discussion of Mephala and of the Morag Tong... again, insight into Seth and his dance with darkness.