The Ones Who Write [open]
POSTED ON Mar 12, 2021 3:28:35 GMT
Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Mar 12, 2021 3:28:35 GMT
Marianne smiled. “As am I. Thank you for allowing me to talk with you awhile, Ana.”
The princess did not look at the Zora when they were speaking, although it was clear that she listened to their every words. Her eyes were left wandering the vista in front of them. Pondering. Thinking.
Searching.
She gave an appreciative chuckle at Ana’s words. “True. You are not much older than me. Yet I feel you are much in tune with yourself.” At this she glanced Ana’s way. “I admire you for it. I really do. Although perhaps it is impossible for me to know the truth.”
Her eyes once again returned to their ponderous state. She let out a sad sigh.
“What is…right, Ana?” She finally asked, huddling even close within herself, as if afraid, “How do we know if what we are doing is…right? How to define… right? Is-is following our heart is what is right? Or is it following our duty? Or our laws? Our destiny?” Her fingers gripped her body tighter. “Should a beggar who steals from his neighbor the baker… be sentenced according to law, or should he be released, that the judge knows he is starving when he… steals? Is compassion… right? Or is justice is the right thing? Should the beggar be left to die instead? Is it his mistake that she is starving… or is it his society’s mistake? What- what if he kills because he is starving? Or… should the leaders the ones being punished for letting one of their subjects starve in the first place? I don’t know…. I don’t know how to know if something is right or not…. I don’t know how….”
A single tear escaped the princess eyes, streaking down her cheek, though she tried her best to hide it. It seemed like she was venting a long-held frustration which had been gnawing on her for a long time, slowly destroying her from inside. On those small shoulders seemed to be a weight that was hard to fathom. And those were not the voice from someone who was merely theorizing. No. For good and bad, it seemed that this young woman had made decisions before, even those carrying a fatal outcome.
A sniff. “That is why… when I read about you I… I was intrigued….” She shifted her gaze towards Ana once again, smiling weakly. Her thoughts have returned from her earlier wanderings. “Ana… you said your reason for doing what you did was because you are a mender…. Why…. Why do you feel you have to be a mender? Is it your heart telling you? Or is it your duty or…something else?” Her voice was on the edge of crying. “I want to… I am curious to know…. I am sorry…..”