I do not think that I am in need of any sort of lesson from you, nor do I appreciate the condescening tone that you use to speak with me, but since I am young, naive, brazen and an ass beyond measure, that's all there'll be to that.


Do you think I care about Grace?
About appearing stupid and clumsy, and crude?

I could not care in the least about that, I'll speak my mind when it feels like I should, using whatever unrefined language may come to mind at the time, because the value of what I might eventually say does not depend on fancy words, or some dumb "graceful" appearance.

I am not looking to empower myself by speaking, I do not look to be showered with titles for it, and the notion that I do so to make myself feel more important than i truly am, while perhaps carrying some truth with itself, is one that i am going to reject regardless.

We're beings of desires, entirely removing ourselves from things like Pride and Desire, from Wealth, or Power, is not possible.

Now, where that leaves us?

It leaves us with my Anger, Mathonwy, that is all that I am able to offer, Anger, and my opinion on a situation, bound together like some crude, terrible, self destructive alloy.

My attempt is unpolished, it's impure, it's made up of the hundreds of gripes and frustrations that I've endured over my life, of my worries for my friends, and the hatred of my enemies.

Perhaps I will prompt people to pursue similiar ideals to my own, but that will be something they've decided not because I am offering them the promise of godly powers, while I radiate with birth-given power, but because they've felt a stir within their own hearts.

Perhaps I'll lean into being a "demagogue" then, You who see promise within my words, so I can spite the likes of Mathonwy. Come with me, let us take our frustrations and angers, and smash them all together, until we have a crude, clumsy and terrible pole to shove down their entitled throats, oh, grand-standing as I am, naive as I may be.


We all are naive, we're mortal, dumbass.


--Meloi

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 897 AF.