Role

Chapter 1

You find yourself once again flipping through a small diary of oiled
red leather. Many pages are blank, but the rest are filled with
figure sketches of extravagant dances, and various thoughts from the
author; all the notes are written in a very feminite and elegant script.
You stop flipping on a page adjacent to sketches of a dance that are
labeled "The Fan Dance" and begin to read the following words:
I know what I know. And I cannot waste time doubting myself. To do
this would be to anathemize myself from all I have ever learned. Doubt
and mistrust belongs with those, not myself, who have yet to prove they
are trustworthy. But... Are my actions true to my soul? The things I
do were taught, and have become habit, so they feel natural to me. It
is not unnatural to be polite... It is not unnatural to be meek. These
qualities are desirable and favored by the gods... Aren't they? I made
up my mind to join the Heralds because of the similarities they shared
with the purpose of the tea house. They are entertainers and great
minds, people who bring joy and inspiration to others around them. Of
course the Heralds are not paid for their services, but it is because
they offer them willingly, happily. WE offer them willingly, happily.
I am getting away from the subject, however. I mean that... Perhaps I
am not as free as I always thought I was. Mister Rixljyn... (Jynx, as
he prefers) has spoken to me once or twice on this subject... And I
have visited the home of his Lady, Shazirah. She seems to me to be
very wise and...very free. I cannot describe the feeling her home
gives me. It is a place that brings out something within me. It is
unfamiliar but seems as natural as all my planted habits.