“I was taught that what you approach your work with, it will be infused by. Food made with love, clothing woven with care.
“I think I may have too much fury in me to make what is good for others, for all I care for them.” -- Weirdlet
Rage. Wrath. Fury. There is not much time between when I wake and when I encounter something to be mad about. Not that I'm looking for it, it just... happens that way.
News from the criers, gossip in the streets, seeing someone I know being speciesist against a passing traveler.
Yes, of course I chew them out about it, but it just gets me the title of Village Curmudgeon. I'm grumpy. I can't let anyone have any fun. I just want to be miserable all the time. Screw them. I have basic empathy and they don't.
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