Part 1: The "Great Riddler"
Around and above and through. Below and between and behind. All and none. Never and always. Beginning and ending. Nothing becomes. - the "Great Riddler" Albashion
"Everything has always been, Albashion. Has always been and never was."
Albashion tried his best not to glare at the Headmistress as she recited the lore as handed down from mother to child for generation upon generation. All of it seemed rather useless. He would much rather be outside the nest learning how to best other males than inside it learning theorums of magic. How was he supposed to be much good at it anyways? He was a violent purple like his father Theshkathe but had quite a bit of his mother's darker coloring.
"I wish you would brood this hard on any of the questions I've posed you over the years." Albashion focused on her face finally and lowered his head, abashed. "You have more potential than any other male child I've taught for many a year, including your father, despite your dark markings and darker brooding sessions. Riddles are to focus your mind into a tight pattern. Eventually all of them make sense." With that she tapped him on the end of his snout.
"But why must it be soooo boring most of the time?"
Headmistress Sshassae smiled and coughed out what ammounted to laughter. "Because your soul grasps the picture in its entirety without noting the parts wilst the mind must struggle to see from one loop to the next and can never make the parts a whole."
"So the mind..."
"Go on."
He bit his lip as he tried to phrase it as she would. "The mind is like a sparrow on the branch or on the wing. On the branch it can't see the forest for the tree. On the wing, it can't see the tree for the forest."
"Just so, just so. The stooping hawk can see and understand both." Another bark of laughter. "Ah, you've earned your bit of rest away from me today. Tomorrow you are to study the meaning of a circle and recite an original, original mind you, rhyme on the twists you make in a nodus of one line on the next."
Power the lad had indeed, read in every line of him from snout to tailtip and from wing to wing and between as he lilted off to torment one of his clutchmates. No wonder none of the mothers wanted to foster out this one. Likely by the time he became adult they would have his harem and malemates all chosen out to his benefit. Perhaps they would allow her to stay on with him as Headmistress to his future clutches. She was definitely out of breeding age and the experiences she and her haremmates had gone through need not be repeated by the next generation.
"Everything has always been, Albashion. Has always been and never was."
Albashion tried his best not to glare at the Headmistress as she recited the lore as handed down from mother to child for generation upon generation. All of it seemed rather useless. He would much rather be outside the nest learning how to best other males than inside it learning theorums of magic. How was he supposed to be much good at it anyways? He was a violent purple like his father Theshkathe but had quite a bit of his mother's darker coloring.
"I wish you would brood this hard on any of the questions I've posed you over the years." Albashion focused on her face finally and lowered his head, abashed. "You have more potential than any other male child I've taught for many a year, including your father, despite your dark markings and darker brooding sessions. Riddles are to focus your mind into a tight pattern. Eventually all of them make sense." With that she tapped him on the end of his snout.
"But why must it be soooo boring most of the time?"
Headmistress Sshassae smiled and coughed out what ammounted to laughter. "Because your soul grasps the picture in its entirety without noting the parts wilst the mind must struggle to see from one loop to the next and can never make the parts a whole."
"So the mind..."
"Go on."
He bit his lip as he tried to phrase it as she would. "The mind is like a sparrow on the branch or on the wing. On the branch it can't see the forest for the tree. On the wing, it can't see the tree for the forest."
"Just so, just so. The stooping hawk can see and understand both." Another bark of laughter. "Ah, you've earned your bit of rest away from me today. Tomorrow you are to study the meaning of a circle and recite an original, original mind you, rhyme on the twists you make in a nodus of one line on the next."
Power the lad had indeed, read in every line of him from snout to tailtip and from wing to wing and between as he lilted off to torment one of his clutchmates. No wonder none of the mothers wanted to foster out this one. Likely by the time he became adult they would have his harem and malemates all chosen out to his benefit. Perhaps they would allow her to stay on with him as Headmistress to his future clutches. She was definitely out of breeding age and the experiences she and her haremmates had gone through need not be repeated by the next generation.
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