Post by elliemental on May 24, 2006 17:25:18 GMT -5
I don't know why you care but I'm not afraid or ashamed to tell.
I'm a dwarf and a druid, I'm short and people say I smell.
There's living things in caves just as there are outside, aren't there?
So I'll tend the bats and the bugs and the rats with pride and just as much care as a unicorn or an oak tree and if living wild makes a stink well I'm sure you'll forgive me.
Loving all of nature can lead you to forget your own and it's true to say I've come far from my home but the caves and names given me were never ones I chose.
I've only turned my back on them to see what else there is; to travel where I want to go and do the things I please which is not fighting elves or working in the mine or grumbling over plans for the stronghold of the nine.
I've left the high forest though maybe not for good and I've let my stout feet take me wherever they would. Along the way I've spent my time with animals and plants and had them teach me things that gold and jewels can't.
That's not to say that I don't care for comforts and for wealth but I value them for what they let me do and not just for themselves; there's no point in being rich and bored or burdened by the things you've bought - I'll get the things I can afford, use them as I go along and not think or care about them when they're gone.
I won't dress myself up, even if people look down their noses, frown and clutch their posies. I'll wash in streams or in the rain and if that goes against the grain of those who think themselves civilised I'm not surprised or offended but these are my ways and while I'm happy they'll not be mended.
I'm a dwarf and a druid, I'm short and people say I smell.
There's living things in caves just as there are outside, aren't there?
So I'll tend the bats and the bugs and the rats with pride and just as much care as a unicorn or an oak tree and if living wild makes a stink well I'm sure you'll forgive me.
Loving all of nature can lead you to forget your own and it's true to say I've come far from my home but the caves and names given me were never ones I chose.
I've only turned my back on them to see what else there is; to travel where I want to go and do the things I please which is not fighting elves or working in the mine or grumbling over plans for the stronghold of the nine.
I've left the high forest though maybe not for good and I've let my stout feet take me wherever they would. Along the way I've spent my time with animals and plants and had them teach me things that gold and jewels can't.
That's not to say that I don't care for comforts and for wealth but I value them for what they let me do and not just for themselves; there's no point in being rich and bored or burdened by the things you've bought - I'll get the things I can afford, use them as I go along and not think or care about them when they're gone.
I won't dress myself up, even if people look down their noses, frown and clutch their posies. I'll wash in streams or in the rain and if that goes against the grain of those who think themselves civilised I'm not surprised or offended but these are my ways and while I'm happy they'll not be mended.