Matthew 6:26 (NLT) - Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to Him than they are?
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Matthew 6:26 (NLT) - Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to Him than they are?
Matthew 6:26 (NIV) - Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
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17 - A description of your OC’s family by a future historian
The people of Manlaavhen, like many Dalish clans, raised their children as a whole rather than each parent individually looking after a child. Because of such it’s difficult to trace who is legitimate kin and who simply earned title out of AFFECTION.
If I’d not (quite literally) floated into their homes it’s likely I, and many others, would have continued to assume the Inquisitor a product of everyone yet no one among her peoples. After a brief time among them I was able to learn of her blood relatives.
Mother and father, huntress and healer respectively, thrive among their kin. It also seems the Inquisitor is not an only child but the youngest of three!
The eldest sister, HAREA, was hard at work over molding ore and bone to weapons and tools alike. A focused, eccentric woman who was quick to send me elsewhere with my curiosities (not without an interesting new bone pen).
Second eldest was RASHA, their brother who seemed to prefer the weapons themselves rather than the means to make them. A hunter through and through, it seemed. Wielded a spear large than that of most human men as if a twig. Grim faced and stern I’d little reason to think him the culprit of letting loose scuttling crabs inside my still drying trousers until I leapt outside to the sound of his HOWLING laughter.
All in all it’s of little surprise where our Lady Inquisitors generosity originates. Though my happening upon their camp was an accident born from an accident it was not at all unpleasant nor the peoples who sent me on my way with enough coconuts to bring down Adamant fortress for a second time.
sss ooooOOOO I finally finished the first book in the Legend of Drizzt after about a year of possessing the goddamn book and I cried real tears
and then I've started the second book and I just adore jarlaxle already