Short little dribbles
23 Dec 2016 13:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
extrapenguinTitles as prompt from here.
How charged with punishments the scroll
Ma'aq did not need to listen, for she knew it already. The list of her failures and the accompanying lessons to learn. She did not object to her Empress' voice, for she had objected already of the failures that were beyond her control. Those that had been even partially her own, she admitted. If one blamed all one's failures on others, one lost every chance to fix oneself.
The Empress' voice, cold and forbidding like the Kararat mountains in winter, thawed with spring. Ma'aq's assignment. Punishment detail. Supervising the construction of a military installation, huge and sprawling, in Zakaariat sector's slumhole, Gheluis system. Succeed where others had failed, or sign her death warrant.
Ma'aq rose from the ground where she had prostrated herself, saluted, and walked out of the audience chamber, spine held straight and head held high. Failure would only cling if one let it, and Ma'aq had achievements to accomplish.
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age
The bureaucracy turned slowly. Another barrier struck down, another glass ceiling shattered. Reform was slower that revolution, but the public transit would remain reliable throughout, no-one would starve, and stability would make no-one panic.
How charged with punishments the scroll
Ma'aq did not need to listen, for she knew it already. The list of her failures and the accompanying lessons to learn. She did not object to her Empress' voice, for she had objected already of the failures that were beyond her control. Those that had been even partially her own, she admitted. If one blamed all one's failures on others, one lost every chance to fix oneself.
The Empress' voice, cold and forbidding like the Kararat mountains in winter, thawed with spring. Ma'aq's assignment. Punishment detail. Supervising the construction of a military installation, huge and sprawling, in Zakaariat sector's slumhole, Gheluis system. Succeed where others had failed, or sign her death warrant.
Ma'aq rose from the ground where she had prostrated herself, saluted, and walked out of the audience chamber, spine held straight and head held high. Failure would only cling if one let it, and Ma'aq had achievements to accomplish.
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age
The bureaucracy turned slowly. Another barrier struck down, another glass ceiling shattered. Reform was slower that revolution, but the public transit would remain reliable throughout, no-one would starve, and stability would make no-one panic.