Role

Chapter 3

I was wondering when you'd ask.

It was a whim, really. But as I've learned, the chaos of whimsy is more often
than not steeped in that most ethereal of traits: intuition. Good luck to
those who strive to secure, categorize and harness such a thing - because
those of such a nature are always too disinclined to abort their plans for
in favor of the serendipitous risk of happenstance.

And so the nature of water and of myself proved to be, naturally, most
key in my research of how to change the shape of things magically. I
was quite surprised when I noticed in my guild that my kind were indeed
allowed to focus on the forms of water despite our known hatred of
submersion, whilst felar could not. Perhaps a joke by those who make such
rules, perhaps an oversight. But jokes and errors are ever gateways to
new perspectives, and well, though such things can oft be frought with pain,
pain is still a currency of knowledge. You see?

You don't see.

Let me put it this way: I am an arial, understood to be a certain way. Now,
if you've been listening, you ought to know by now that there is nothing
more limiting to discovery than assumption. So, they tell us to be afraid
of this, or to trust that. Things are a certain way, and that is that.

Magic is the key, but our predilections... our assumptions of ourselves
and this world... we... we lock ourselves with our ideas of what we
believe can be.

So I sought to be of the water because I was supposed to not.

And mastering that, well, that's how I was able to accomplish everything
else.