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Feb. 21st, 2021 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iniquiticityI have not watched yesterday's episode yet so... you should write astrid just after graduation trying to overcome the weakness of caring about it
Out of all the exercises Master Ikithon had taught them, Astrid tended to fall back on the breathing one the most. When her thoughts were spinning and her head was pounding and her heart was racing, she could close her eyes and focus only on her her in her chest. Breath in - one, two, three, four. Breathe out - one, two, three, four. So simple and yet it steadied her. There were mantras, for when it wasn't enough. My duty is to the empire and I serve so they can live in peace. My service is to the people. Weakness can never stop me from my work. For every death there is a life.
How her mother had looked, spittle bubbling from her lips. Her eyes had turned red and tears had started to stream down her face. For every death there is a life.
How her father had looked. His hands had started to shake from the poison - rattling their cutlery first, knocking over his cup, the washcloth, the plate, and then himself, rattling to the floor. For every death there is a life.
She needed to fill her thoughts with the master's soft, spidery voice. When he touched her shoulder it was easy to remember her purpose, her destiny. That she was chosen. He had left her alone now becuase she needed to learn to be strong on her own. Eadwulf did. Bren --
Weakness can never stop me from doing my work. Weakness can never stop me from doing my work.
They were in the master's estate. The room was dark and quiet, with only the soft whisper of the air over the window. Where Bren (weakness can never stop me from doing my work) had burned had been dressed and barely hurt at all, though she was sure the herbs would wear off soon.
My duty is to the empire and I serve so they can live in peace. My service is to the people. Weakness can never stop me from my work. For every death there is a life.
Out of all the exercises Master Ikithon had taught them, Astrid tended to fall back on the breathing one the most. When her thoughts were spinning and her head was pounding and her heart was racing, she could close her eyes and focus only on her her in her chest. Breath in - one, two, three, four. Breathe out - one, two, three, four. So simple and yet it steadied her. There were mantras, for when it wasn't enough. My duty is to the empire and I serve so they can live in peace. My service is to the people. Weakness can never stop me from my work. For every death there is a life.
How her mother had looked, spittle bubbling from her lips. Her eyes had turned red and tears had started to stream down her face. For every death there is a life.
How her father had looked. His hands had started to shake from the poison - rattling their cutlery first, knocking over his cup, the washcloth, the plate, and then himself, rattling to the floor. For every death there is a life.
She needed to fill her thoughts with the master's soft, spidery voice. When he touched her shoulder it was easy to remember her purpose, her destiny. That she was chosen. He had left her alone now becuase she needed to learn to be strong on her own. Eadwulf did. Bren --
Weakness can never stop me from doing my work. Weakness can never stop me from doing my work.
They were in the master's estate. The room was dark and quiet, with only the soft whisper of the air over the window. Where Bren (weakness can never stop me from doing my work) had burned had been dressed and barely hurt at all, though she was sure the herbs would wear off soon.
My duty is to the empire and I serve so they can live in peace. My service is to the people. Weakness can never stop me from my work. For every death there is a life.