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[Sept. 10] [Original] Simcha's Philosophy
Title: Simcha's Philosophy
Day/Theme: Sept. 10, 2009 "grow up and blow away"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Simcha, Saselia, Bashir, Fado
Rating: G
The landscape slid by, a mixture of tilled fields and tended orchards interspersed with farm houses and hamlets, stone piles made by travelers to pacify local spirits, and empty stretches of tall grasses or scattered trees. Bashir continued to lag behind, the slowest of their group, relying heavily on his staff. He suspected that the break they took for lunch was especially long for his sake, but he didn't comment on it, trying to silently pick up the pace to make it up to them.
"Hey, hey, who wants to go see the indigo dying?" Simcha piped up, pointing toward a deep blue sign by a gravelly path that broke away from the main road into a copse of elms.
"I thought that was a big industry in the northwest around Glasera," Bashir remarked. "I always liked the idea of the ships sailing off to Tezmifor and Feysan with huge sails of blue and white."
"Yeah, they have plenty of fields of indigo in Glasera, you're not mistaken. There are just lots of places that they dye indigo in Silesia State too," Simcha explained. "Really, there are interesting things all over this country if you just know where to look for them."
"And you're an expert at that, aren't you, Uncle?"
"See, it's like this," Simcha continued, veering off onto the side trail, "You grow up in some little town and if it's nice maybe you could spend your whole life there, never going anywhere exciting or seeing anything strange that isn't brought right to your doorstep."
Fado smiled indulgently at his friend's "I'm giving you kids some advice" tone and looked up to see several crows perched in a tree above, fighting over a shred of something. He couldn't see clearly enough to know what and, since crows would eat anything, it was impossible to guess.
"Sure, you could do that, fine, it's what some people do," Simcha rambled on, "But I don't think you're getting the most out of your life that way. You really never know when your time's gonna run out, so you need to be like a Ghiran tumbleweed, blowing here and there, taking your roots with you as you go."
"You know that those tumbleweeds eventually stop and settle in somewhere, right, Uncle?" Saselia inquired. It was the truth about the tumbleweeds, but it was also a little jab at the way his life seemed to be headed. ...And for all Simcha's talk about the things he'd learned on the road, there was still the possibility that he really didn't know about the tumbleweeds.
"I know that, I know that," Simcha mumbled, not immediately catching onto the secondary meaning of this statement.
Fado cleared his throat and Bashir began to smile as Simcha's eyebrows jumped halfway up his forehead. "Hey! Hey, hey!" the merchant accused his niece, "You did that on purpose!"
"Just sayin'," Saselia shrugged and skipped along playfully.
Day/Theme: Sept. 10, 2009 "grow up and blow away"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Simcha, Saselia, Bashir, Fado
Rating: G
The landscape slid by, a mixture of tilled fields and tended orchards interspersed with farm houses and hamlets, stone piles made by travelers to pacify local spirits, and empty stretches of tall grasses or scattered trees. Bashir continued to lag behind, the slowest of their group, relying heavily on his staff. He suspected that the break they took for lunch was especially long for his sake, but he didn't comment on it, trying to silently pick up the pace to make it up to them.
"Hey, hey, who wants to go see the indigo dying?" Simcha piped up, pointing toward a deep blue sign by a gravelly path that broke away from the main road into a copse of elms.
"I thought that was a big industry in the northwest around Glasera," Bashir remarked. "I always liked the idea of the ships sailing off to Tezmifor and Feysan with huge sails of blue and white."
"Yeah, they have plenty of fields of indigo in Glasera, you're not mistaken. There are just lots of places that they dye indigo in Silesia State too," Simcha explained. "Really, there are interesting things all over this country if you just know where to look for them."
"And you're an expert at that, aren't you, Uncle?"
"See, it's like this," Simcha continued, veering off onto the side trail, "You grow up in some little town and if it's nice maybe you could spend your whole life there, never going anywhere exciting or seeing anything strange that isn't brought right to your doorstep."
Fado smiled indulgently at his friend's "I'm giving you kids some advice" tone and looked up to see several crows perched in a tree above, fighting over a shred of something. He couldn't see clearly enough to know what and, since crows would eat anything, it was impossible to guess.
"Sure, you could do that, fine, it's what some people do," Simcha rambled on, "But I don't think you're getting the most out of your life that way. You really never know when your time's gonna run out, so you need to be like a Ghiran tumbleweed, blowing here and there, taking your roots with you as you go."
"You know that those tumbleweeds eventually stop and settle in somewhere, right, Uncle?" Saselia inquired. It was the truth about the tumbleweeds, but it was also a little jab at the way his life seemed to be headed. ...And for all Simcha's talk about the things he'd learned on the road, there was still the possibility that he really didn't know about the tumbleweeds.
"I know that, I know that," Simcha mumbled, not immediately catching onto the secondary meaning of this statement.
Fado cleared his throat and Bashir began to smile as Simcha's eyebrows jumped halfway up his forehead. "Hey! Hey, hey!" the merchant accused his niece, "You did that on purpose!"
"Just sayin'," Saselia shrugged and skipped along playfully.