A Story About Decisions: Chapter 1 by FeathersNFur, literature
Literature
A Story About Decisions: Chapter 1
Two years later
Tabian glared against the harsh light of the sun, pulling his hood up in an attempt to shade his eyes. He watched the scenery around him continue to gradually disappear as the caravan he rode in moseyed down the faded forest path. “Must you be so harsh, Pakhotis?” Tabian questioned to the sky, picking at his thick robes. “And why are these damned paladin’s robes so hot? The garb of my apprenticeship was better than this.”
The tinkling melody of a lute pervaded the silence following Tabian’s complaints. Shortly after, a musical voice sang:
Years you spend toiling away for title of respect
A Story About Decisions by FeathersNFur, literature
Literature
A Story About Decisions
In life, we face diversity. We face it in the people we meet, the places we go, and the ways we are treated by others. And as a result of experiences in diversity, we can transform ourselves into entirely different people from who we once were.
If we choose to.
There are people out there that push away change; they hold it away from themselves with an eleven-foot pole. And when they do, they automatically avoid diversity. Whether or not change is good or bad is not to be decided by any one person. Avoiding change, however is always neutral because nothing changes: nothing good or bad happens.
Here is a story of diversity, wherein there
A Story About Decisions: Chapter 1 by FeathersNFur, literature
Literature
A Story About Decisions: Chapter 1
Two years later
Tabian glared against the harsh light of the sun, pulling his hood up in an attempt to shade his eyes. He watched the scenery around him continue to gradually disappear as the caravan he rode in moseyed down the faded forest path. “Must you be so harsh, Pakhotis?” Tabian questioned to the sky, picking at his thick robes. “And why are these damned paladin’s robes so hot? The garb of my apprenticeship was better than this.”
The tinkling melody of a lute pervaded the silence following Tabian’s complaints. Shortly after, a musical voice sang:
Years you spend toiling away for title of respect