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The rat cowered. The rat begged. The rat pleaded. ‘If the heavens wished for you to live, then you would have not met me.’ The rat died.
The Master’s wrath was something that should not be roused, so she dealt with annoyances for him. He had more important things to do, like tending to his home and scratching her back. Yes! These are all worthy things for the Master to do.
The Master sighed. “Good, good. No serious fighting, either of you.” She was stuffed down her Master’s shirt and pressed against his warm body, with only her head peeking out. Bliss.
It was a tiger in the body of a cat.
she looked like she had gotten in a fight with a blender and lost. And a toaster, judging by the burns all over her body.
Our choices guide us. They forge us. We may make our choices, but in the end … our choices make us.”
To covet power was not the path forwards.
Like his Great Master said: Why claim the heavens when you could make your own?
He had grown greatly in power from this revelation, and yet— He disregarded his breakthrough. He had a moon to observe, and its soft and soothing light was much more important.
I think I just foodgasmed her, actually.
She was a lady. Her bites were precisely as big as they were meant to be, and her appetite within all reasonable realms. Everyone knew that.
“Joy helps bring back the sun. Joy, colour, fire. Little sparks that the sun can see, even when it’s so deep in its slumber,”
She entered her room and performed the most important action of the day. Eating lunch.
Destroy mountains? Nah, I could easily clean my clothes and heat up baths.
Bi De was ecstatic. He was being useful to Fa Ram—they all were. Even Wa Shi had his role—he had captured fish for their supper—and they were only slightly chewed on!
We give to the land, and the land gives back.
