Moth Sentry PENDING's Links
When I first laid eyes on the young man, he seemed immersed in deep contemplation, a hint of distress shadowing his expression. Taking a proactive stance, I chose to engage directly, sitting beside him. Despite the initial tension he displayed in my proximity, I assured him that my presence bore no threat and expressed genuine interest in understanding his concerns. It unfolded that the young angemo named Peter had incurred an injury at work, and to his dismay, his boss, questioning the authenticity of the situation, decided to dock his pay for that day.
The injustice of this revelation struck a chord within me, especially considering Peter's evident struggles with a visible brace. Our conversation delved into the deeper layers of his dissatisfaction with his current occupation, and as he opened up, I discerned the profound impact it had on his sense of self-worth. When broaching the idea of exploring alternative employment opportunities, his apprehensions shed light on the harsh reality that job prospects for fallens are far scarcer and more challenging to secure than I had initially perceived.
Leveraging my own standing, I sought to emphasize the intrinsic value Peter possessed beyond the confines of his menial job. I pledged my commitment to assisting him in finding more fulfilling employment and pledged to speak on his behalf. Before parting ways, I utilized some of my divine light to alleviate the physical burden of his injury, a gesture met with heartfelt gratitude. It's disheartening how our world can turn a blind eye to those whose brilliance shines so brightly just because of how they are born, and I couldn't help but lament the systemic challenges faced by individuals like Peter in their pursuit of a dignified livelihood.
I find myself harboring a certain envy for the luxuriously soft tail and resplendent feathers that adorn him. It's a visual spectacle that captures the essence of comfort. Furthermore, I appreciate the genuine regard he holds for his mortal counterpart, elevating the duty of guardianship to a level of sincere devotion. In a realm where overseeing mortals can sometimes become perceived as a monotonous obligation, his perspective is indeed refreshing. I extend my heartfelt wishes for success in all his responsibilities, whether they involve the meticulous care of himself or the devoted guardianship of his mortal charge.
This angemo peaks my curiosity. The prospect of juggling numerous professions intrigues me, given my own experience in a singular line of work. I frequently observe him diligently heading to various domains, his distinct scent acting as a distinctive marker of his presence. Although we haven't crossed paths personally, his face is imprinted in my memory, a recurring image that persists in my encounters. This leaves me with a profound sense of fascination and an eagerness to uncover the mysteries that envelop him.
I extend my sincere apologies for the inadvertent disturbance caused by the unavoidable clamour accompanying my armoured presence within her establishment. Despite my earnest efforts, the nature of my protective attire renders a certain audible intrusion that eludes my control. I entered her store with the intention of acquiring a book to occupy my time, yet the unintended consequence of drawing attention to myself became apparent as other patrons cast curious glances in my direction. Sensing the disruption to the serene ambiance, I hastened my purchase, opting for a literary choice divergent from my usual preferences. Her gracious demeanor amidst the unintended disruption did not go unnoticed, and I am genuinely appreciative of her understanding in the face of my unintentional imposition.
Indeed, he is a gracious angemo. Despite my lack of a visage and the inability to partake in sustenance, I have collaborated with him in the culinary arts.
His armor clinks like kitchen utensils, I thought he is good at cooking! He want to help me, so I teach him how I make bibimbap. It was very good, we should cook food together again 😊
This angemo and I found ourselves entangled in a conflict of sorts. Observing his destructive rampage within Peak, I felt compelled to intervene swiftly. Perhaps my approach was more confrontational than usual, but the sight of trampled and singed plant life fueled an unusual anger within me. Temporarily halting his destructive spree, I made it clear that he needed to comprehend the consequences of his actions. Despite possessing the ability to rectify the damage with my divine light, I believed it was crucial for him to actively participate in restoring the greenery he had disrupted.
Throughout the day, he begrudgingly assisted in replanting, hurling insults in protest. Despite the adversarial atmosphere, I aimed to conclude our interaction on a positive note. Treating him to a meal at a convenience store, albeit not of the highest quality as he'd burnt most of my spare cash, provided an opportunity for us to engage in conversation. In learning more about him, I discovered a pattern of destructive tendencies. I endeavored to encourage him to channel these urges into more constructive outlets. As we parted ways, it became evident that our encounter may not be the last, leaving me with a lingering sense of anticipation regarding the unpredictable path he might tread in the future.
As one dedicated to serving in benevolence, receiving such a grand gift was a cause for immense gratitude. The magic encapsulated in this form is undeniably divine, presenting an opportunity I would be remiss to ignore. Yet, despite the allure, uncertainty shrouds the path ahead, leaving me to ponder the unknown consequences that may unfold if I choose to harness this extraordinary power.
His kindness has woven a tapestry of assistance around me, for which I am deeply indebted. To repay him, I have bestowed upon him one of my divine lotus petals, a token of potential that may illuminate his path in the days to come.