Posted March 14, 2023, 3:32 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Unpacking More Than Books -
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Unpacking More Than Books -
Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Unpacking More Than Books -
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The message had been sent and Karilan breathed out a sigh of relief. She was ok, and she asked if they would come over and help sort and display her books.Karilan told the store they would be gone for the next day or so, but to contact them if the staff needed anything. They went to the basement, picked up their good toolkit, and then made their way to the apartment building of the Lieutenant Governor… their friend Eela Dasca.
When they arrived, Security was a bit more ‘thorough’ in their assessment and then paged the Lt. Governor’s Security Detail, who cam down and escorted Karilan up to Eela’s door. Karilan knocked and waited.
Massat, Owner, Quill and Parchment Books
The door opened and Eela stepped aside to let Karilan in. “Hello, come on in,” she said with a genuine, if weary, smile. Dressed casually in black leggings and a stretchy purple top to her thighs, those that saw her frequently could tell she was a bit thinner. “Apologies for the extra hassle. Security is understandably a little bit twitchy. But I’m really glad you’re here.”
~Eela
Karilan stepped inside, placed their toolkit on the ground, and the wrapped Eela up in a massive hug. “I was so worried. I am glad you are better.” They intentionally chose not to say ‘ok’, because they knew their friend wasn’t. “And I brought you a present.” they added, but didn’t let go of the hug.
Karilan
Eela held onto Karilan tightly and breathed out something of a sigh. “You did? I thought you digging through my crates hunting for my father’s book and sending my ingredients was a pretty lovely gift all on its own.” Finally she let go. “Thank you, by the way. I hope it wasn’t too awkward? I would have asked you directly but I was… not in a good place to be making calls to anyone.”
~Eela
Karilan took her face in their hands and said “You can always call me, Eela. No matter what.” They let her go and opened the toolbox and took out a transparent aluminum square with a very old sheet of paper encased in it. They handed it to her and said “For you.” On the papge, in flowing script, was written:
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have found the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.Karilan said softly “It is form a collection of poems called ‘The Prophet’ by an Earth author from some centuries ago named Khalil Gibran.”
Karilan
Tears sprang to her eyes as she read, overcome as she read the words aloud, letting them seep deeply within her. She set the poem down carefully and hugged Karilan again, kissing their cheek. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’ll go by my desk where I see it regularly.”
Laughing lightly (at herself), she sighed. “I feel like my emotions are on a hair trigger and sometimes that’s unnerving but at the same time I’m starting to realize how little I’ve actually allowed myself to feel these last years. So I’m warning you it’s a little all over the place.”
~Eela
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