A poem found on my adventures, though I can't say I wasn't surprised. In all my research and meandering around Aerwiar, have I ever found a ridgerunner like penmanship as this. Not only does the author dare scorn his own kind and accuse them of great sin but he also dares the reader, whoever they may be, to put aside their horrible ways and give into love. What kind of love exactly, I can't be sure. However, I have a theory. I believe the ridgerunner was speaking about the Maker's love, not fragile human love or weak broken ridgrunner love. No, this creature spoke with great passion about a love he himself had tasted for himself. How I wish I could of met him! He seemed like such a wise little fellow. I must investigate to see if I can not find more works of his. For now, I must share my findings.
~ Raign Jalsend, local librarian and adventurer of Anneria
True Fruit
by Zarabean the Ridgerunner
"In all the time since the first Epoch Ridgerunners scorned but never squawked Betraying the few friends we knew Because our loyalty was never true
Is life all about fruit? Scavenging, stealing, sneaking for loot? Or could it be something sweeter? Something better than being a cheater?
My friends, there's a better kind of fruit One that comes from better roots A kind that's enduring until the end One that makes a forever friend
Love is the real fruit worth it all It's the only one with a deeper call Something much more valuable is at stake Will you mend what's been broken or will you break?"
Fruit is better!