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topoiran[ The message begins with Xunxian thoughtfully staring out at the sky. ]
As having people of the earth to care for, in this place, I have taken to teaching them imagery to distract them after hard days at work, and I thought I might share this lovely piece with you all.
The wind comes and blows the leaves astir -
The wind leaves, and I fear the blowers have been harmed.
But their pink gleam is splendidly radiant,
Even more so when they capture the sun's rays...
Singing boys at dusk practice their tunes,
Wandering girls at night mend their robes.
How could I check my springtime tears
Which can so wound a loving heart?
[ The delivery is lively yet deliberate, with very, very suggestive pauses to emphasize just how very, very suggestive the poem is.
A moment, and his smile fades, his eyes slanting towards the device. ]
But while I have been teaching, I have been learning, also. I have made ... inquiries, after the memories that Master Wei shared. And, while I could find no knowledge of anything untoward with the crops, it seems in the last two years or so, a draught has began plaguing the farmlands. Not enough to lead to shortages, but more than enough to make far more work than the farmers can easily manage, to keep the crops sufficient.
So, under the initial direction of Caius Justus, the Hand have been aiding them with digging new wells, assisting the irrigation. But... I might be mistaken, of course, but it seems as though the provision of such aid followed, rather than preceded, a higher allocation of funds for the Hand.
I was... unable to verify in full if the waters have withdrawn or there has been some... trouble with them. But as the state of water has been frequently, in our travels this far, a sign or symptom of trouble, or a solution, I thought it might be important to let it be known.
[ The smile returns, although now it is much wryer, and he makes a graceful bow before ending the message. ]
As having people of the earth to care for, in this place, I have taken to teaching them imagery to distract them after hard days at work, and I thought I might share this lovely piece with you all.
The wind comes and blows the leaves astir -
The wind leaves, and I fear the blowers have been harmed.
But their pink gleam is splendidly radiant,
Even more so when they capture the sun's rays...
Singing boys at dusk practice their tunes,
Wandering girls at night mend their robes.
How could I check my springtime tears
Which can so wound a loving heart?
[ The delivery is lively yet deliberate, with very, very suggestive pauses to emphasize just how very, very suggestive the poem is.
A moment, and his smile fades, his eyes slanting towards the device. ]
But while I have been teaching, I have been learning, also. I have made ... inquiries, after the memories that Master Wei shared. And, while I could find no knowledge of anything untoward with the crops, it seems in the last two years or so, a draught has began plaguing the farmlands. Not enough to lead to shortages, but more than enough to make far more work than the farmers can easily manage, to keep the crops sufficient.
So, under the initial direction of Caius Justus, the Hand have been aiding them with digging new wells, assisting the irrigation. But... I might be mistaken, of course, but it seems as though the provision of such aid followed, rather than preceded, a higher allocation of funds for the Hand.
I was... unable to verify in full if the waters have withdrawn or there has been some... trouble with them. But as the state of water has been frequently, in our travels this far, a sign or symptom of trouble, or a solution, I thought it might be important to let it be known.
[ The smile returns, although now it is much wryer, and he makes a graceful bow before ending the message. ]