I'm ordinarily an obsessive-compulsive saver and operate off my own machine. When I post Redux while I'm working freelance, however, I'm usually posting on a computer at a public library stuff that I've scribbled on a sheet of paper that occasionally gets saved but mostly gets stuffed in pockets and washed. The past week had me doing a very important freelance job that I was basically focusing on, and saving Redux was the last thing on my mind... ah, well.
Here's some stuff to tide you over while I finish the bit with the summit. It's experimental and may or may not go into the final version. I only have a few minutes, so here ya go -
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Interlude: SINDELL
I know the dear, terrible secret, and I fear that it will someday kill me. I am not of that new generation. I am Anla'shok, but yet I bleed.
I know the dear, terrible secret. I am one of only thirty who do. The Grey Council. The Council of the Anla'shok. The clan leaders of Mir, Chu'domo, Fara. We are the last; we are skin, drawn over bone and tissue. We are the last testament to the Minbar that was, just as those that train below my feet right now - the young fire, the quick-moving spring gale, the Human and Minbari joined in combat against the darkness - are the first testament to the Minbar that will come.
I draw my breath in the morning, looking over Tuzanor - my heart aches - my lungs ache - I move slowly - can I be called one of the Anla'shok, when the dark places are now not in crevice and crack, in Shadow and enemy shore, but in my own soul?
I know the dear, terrible secret...
Too many know.
I ache for Minbar.
Here's some stuff to tide you over while I finish the bit with the summit. It's experimental and may or may not go into the final version. I only have a few minutes, so here ya go -
-- -- --
Interlude: SINDELL
I know the dear, terrible secret, and I fear that it will someday kill me. I am not of that new generation. I am Anla'shok, but yet I bleed.
I know the dear, terrible secret. I am one of only thirty who do. The Grey Council. The Council of the Anla'shok. The clan leaders of Mir, Chu'domo, Fara. We are the last; we are skin, drawn over bone and tissue. We are the last testament to the Minbar that was, just as those that train below my feet right now - the young fire, the quick-moving spring gale, the Human and Minbari joined in combat against the darkness - are the first testament to the Minbar that will come.
I draw my breath in the morning, looking over Tuzanor - my heart aches - my lungs ache - I move slowly - can I be called one of the Anla'shok, when the dark places are now not in crevice and crack, in Shadow and enemy shore, but in my own soul?
I know the dear, terrible secret...
Too many know.
I ache for Minbar.