Esk Tales {TWWM-ARPG Writings Collection}

Majanthi Prompt #4- Lesson

Lesson
- Wanderer Prompt -
{Majanthi #4}

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This was not the first creature coming to her for guidance and knowledge, and it certainly would not be the last... but it was one of the few Majanthi had ever come across that was so truly obedient.

Most that sought her out endeavored to be obedient, of course- and many were able to manage it for the most part as well. Most she met did as she asked of them with patience and temperance, and few ever complained- after all, it wasn't often Majanthi did or asked anything that would truly exasperate another. And any times of her actually doing so were usually reserved to those she had decided to take under her wing and to teach...  but even then, she never intended to exasperate at all (though perhaps she did at times without realizing it). Everything she did, she did with purpose and thoughtful care and planning- a good nurturer ought never to do things without thinking them through, and should never do harm in anyway, intentional or otherwise. There was already enough unrest and ill-will in the world without her adding to it, and so she always did her best to be kind and gentle and to never stir up any unease or anger between herself and the other living things she endeavored to serve.

But perhaps for the first time, she was pondering on doing the opposite- but what other choice did she have?

This creature- this small, sturdy, common ram- this one had been constant.

Most creatures that chose to follow in her footsteps and study her teachings found some way to be persistent, even as she moved from place to place and without end. But they usually only reconnected with her months, or even years a time between her moving on and so forth.... few ever found the tireless energy needed to seek her out in all corners of the land, and fewer still had the wish to do so at all. But this ram?

This ram had found her constantly, making it's way across lands and leagues and never wavering as it sought out rumor of her passing, and her work. No matter how far it was, or how long the journey would take- or even if she was gone before it reached her, the distance never seemed to matter.

Constantly Majanthi would look up from her work and found the ram waiting there among the other onlookers, enraptured in every little detail of her movement and her technique- and still remaining even as things wound down and she began her march anew. In the trail of critters and creatures of all shapes and sizes following her lead, Majanthi would glance back and more often than not recognize this particular ram among the many. And still find it following even as the ranks thinned and the journey became too long or too hard for many others.

When time permitted, the ram approached her with questions and inquiries and always with something knew it wished to know or to learn. Majanthi was no stranger to the questions, and she was happy to pass on what she knew when asked- but usually as time dragged on, the interest weakened and the thrill of learning faded too... but not for this one.

The interest never faltered, and the delight never peaked- this stout, tireless little ram remained a dutiful follower and was ever willing and wanting to learn more and more. It took everything she had to teach it to heart, and it seemed to devote it's every waking moment to her teachings and her craft- almost with a tirelessness and selflessness that would rival Majanthi's own. No matter the task she gave it, or the lesson- it never complained, and it did as she asked with focus and precision and the utmost patience she had ever seen in any one living thing- even herself.

In many ways, this little ram was so much like Majanthi herself, sometimes she felt as if she were looking into a mirror image of herself.... and perhaps seeing some of the least desirable traits she had within that ram too.