Difficult Choices

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Sejal was pouring over a collection of scrolls and trying to fingure out how to pronounce the Draconic. She SHOULD really have an easier time of learning it, after all she had more than enough dragons in her. Again she wondered WHY Madrelel would do that? Why not just have her dragon, a supposed being with a moral compass? But it was like the goddess - or goddesses - to giveher people a choice. After all, some people saw Madrelel and Rael as the same being, just different aspects of her. She wondered if she'd ever had a problem like Andarta? But no, she didn't think so, Andarta had reverted to - by all accounts, to an insane child driven to madness by the attrocities committed by her people. Maybe she had that wrong, but she wasn't about to have a long talk with Victoire about it. She sighed and drank a hard cider, then took a puff on her hooka. She didn't indulge very offen, but even her mother had enjoyed the occasional puff. Not the poppies, just normal tabacco. She sighed and put down the scrolls as the Draconic continued to crawl behind her eyes. ~Goddess, I am scared. I never thought I would take up the cause of my people again. Now the very Princess commands me to. Madrelel you have always been with me. How can I do all this? How can I please you and please them at the same time?~ She extinguised her hookah and finished her cider. She decided to give an offering at dusk and gathered up her scrolls carefully.