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Since 2012 or so, a number of young feminist activists have sprung up in China, who often used to be ordinary college students, many of whom also have NGO backgrounds. Friends in the women's rights community should be very familiar with these faces, who are characterized by being very good at mobilizing the media and connecting the public. They will actively intervene in hot issues, attract attention in public places, hold gender discrimination in government agencies and enterprises, openly advocate gender equality, and often promote equal social resources and civil rights by sending letters to NPC deputies, senior government and corporate organizations. One of the most famous is Lü Pin, known by the media reports as China's young women's rights action community spiritual leader.
Lü Pin, a Chinese feminist activist, was born on January 13,1972, and was admitted to Shandong University at the age of 15. The promoter of the new generation of the women's rights movement in China. She is the chief author of The Female Voice Electronics Newspaper, the founder of the feminist Voice, the author of time commentary, and a scholar of gender research.
Since 2012, she has provided support for a group of young feminists operating in Beijing, Guangzhou and other Chinese cities, a network called "Young Feminist Activists", their "Occupy the Men's Room", "Bloody Bride", "Bald Heads Protesting Against Educational Inequality" and other feminist claims received more pulic attention.
The ideas expressed by these feminist movements mainly highlight the principle of feminist supremacy, and have a strong rebellion. Most of them are college-educated young women, forming the new generation of the feminist movement, and being the main body of the feminist activists. Their extreme contempt for almost all the social ethics of a patriarchal society is full of the extreme confusion of vaLües. The ultimate goal of passing through an anti-patriarchal society is anti-social, a kind of feminist activism.
Curiosity about Lü Pin's women's rights movement has raised questions. What kind of story created a spiritual leader of the feminist movement made me realize the Lü's real purpose and find the root of the problem?Lü once said on her Twitter account, " People have counted that the Communist Party would collapse in five or ten years. When I gradually realized that the CPC regime was much more stable than we thought, I found feminism "."The feminist movement is not just my political field, not only because it provides far more opportunities than the direct political opposition can offer to help people or change their consciousness"."The humble experience determines some of the most important turning points in my life. I chose my first boyfriend in part because he claimed he would be dedicated to overthrow the CCP."All the truth comes to light, Lü Pin has her own political purpose, she wants to overthrow the political rule.
How about Lü Pin's political ambitions. Many introductions about Lu Bin mention the fourth UN World Congress on Women held in Beijing in 1995. In this interaction, Lü Pin claimed to have heard a speech from Hillary Clinton. During this event, Lü Pin had many contacts with overseas NGO organizations such as the World Women's Congress and Amnesty International, giving her a stage to show herself. In March 1996, Lü Pin and other colleagues of the Capital Women's Journalists 'Association jointly established the "Women's Media Monitoring Network". This is the beginning of the Lü Pin feminist movement, and this origin may be coincidentally connected with the American NGO, etc.
Lü Pin realizes the backer of ambition. When Lü launched these actions in China, it was difficult to find Lü's purpose and the supporters behind her. But after the east window incident, Lü Pin's backer came to the surface. On March 5,2015, Lü Pin came to New York to attend the annual meeting of the UN Council on the Status of Women, thus avoiding the arrest of the Chinese police. Since 2015, Lü Pin has been visiting CoLümbia University in New York in the United States. Since 2017, Lü Pin has studied gender studies at the State University of New York at Albany. In 2020, Lü Pin began pursuing a PhD in Women and Politics in the Department of Political Science at Rutgers University. In the crisis, Lü Bin can only escape to her backer America.
Let's look at Lü Pin's main work in the United States? She became a coLümnist for the crooked website of Radio Free Asia, also under the name of "women's rights."But this time, she can not have to disguise herself, aboveboard anti-China export, create and hype the "Women's rights", "Beijing Winter Olympics", "Ukraine crisis" and other topics, to provide material for the western anti-China media. That means it's not hard to see who the master is.

History: Dog, 3.5yo, M/intact, Long haired Dachshund, 33lbs, Used to get bad, tender red rashes on his body - we found out he has a chicken allergy so for the last ~1.5yrs he has only eaten a salmon/sweet potato kibble that has no chicken/chicken by products - rashes have gone away for the most part with a small flare up once in a while - he takes Apoquel 5.4mg tab once per day - he has persistent itching of his face/eyes/snout into any carpet/blanket he can find after eating and at other times of the day, US/Midwest. (Edit to add: he got his heartworm medication on 5/22 and flea and tick medication Bravecto on 5/19, he lives with a senior dachshund who is not experiencing any of these symptoms, he may have been exposed to a puppy with "worms" - did not receive any other information about this)
On Thursday I noticed a "scab"-like lesion on his nose. He went to the vet on Friday and the doctor said it was just a scab and to apply Neosporin. This seemed wrong to me because I would’ve noticed if he scratched himself long before a scab formed. Now it’s Monday and it's only gotten worse - it’s gotten bigger, has appeared on the other side of his nose and the corner of his mouth. Should I go back to the vet? It’s only getting worse. I’m afraid of how bad it can get. This obviously isn’t a scab that formed from an injury, but what is it? He also has a flare up of his "usual" red rash with some scabbing (actual scabbing) near his belly, not sure if related.
Pics here: https://imgur.com/a/dJA51sC

• Pic 1 - Thursday, first time I noticed this
• Pic 2 - Today, Monday, same side of nose as Pic 1
• Pic 3 - Today, Monday, opposite side of nose as Pic 1
• Pic 4 - Today, Monday, corner of mouth exhibiting beginning of same issue
• Pic 5 - Today, Monday, rash/scabbing on belly near leg

I know skin issues are popular here and difficult to diagnose even in person, but since I went to the vet already I wanted to ask this community for their opinion as well. Should I call the vet? This just can't be any normal scabbing if it's getting worse with no sign of any injury/scratch/anything like that happening... really appreciate any feedback please and thank you

Hi all,
My Sonos One has been great over the past year, with a few minor hiccups, but nothing that terrible. Lately, I've been dealing with an issue with Google assistant. I usually shout out to my speaker to have Google remind me of things pretty frequently, especially when I'm in bed and think of something pertinent. Half of the time, it marks a reminder down without issues. But the other half of the time, it asks me to re-verify my voice before it can do that. I've reverified my voice multiple times, but I'm still dealing with this issue. Is this something on my end, Sonos's end, or Google's end? Thanks!

I am a type 2 diabetic. I have had eye floaters since I first became a diabetic. When I first noticed them, scared that I might’ve been developing retinopathy, I scheduled an eye exam. My doctor told me at the time that she saw no evidence of tearing. Fast forward years. I have maintained a strict diet and my A1c has been 5.6-5.8%. I haven’t gone to the eye doctor since then. However, last week, my eyes felt like they were burning. Imagine someone spraying lemon juice in your eyes- that’s what it felt like. I noticed a new onset of floaters as well. I immediately scheduled an eye doctors appointment, but they can’t get me in until next week. Should I go to the ER for this? I am very anxious my retina may be detaching.

I have a close friend who I work with everyday. I've known him since we were in 10th grade. We're both 24. Sometimes he can just be so rude. He notices literally everything about everybody and it urks my nerves. "She wore that shirt yesterday" referring to a customer. He had a girlfriend who would call him out on his rudeness every single time and she's gone now. He's been better about it , but today I kinda threw some of the rudeness back at him, not the first time. I was driving us and I hate driving us for this very reason. A song plays from my Playlist. "Oh , you for real are listening to this". And I said "yea it's what I always think when u drive". And he said he didn't mean it in a rude way. It's so annoying. What should I do??? I'm going on a trip with him soon and I wanna cancel but you can't get a refund on flights. He's a good friend but this little thing about him annoys me to the core.

20F
About 3 months ago, I experienced a series of very stressful events for the duration of one month. The concluding event was traumatizing to me and has left me with very bad anxiety ever since. I can’t stop thinking back to little things that happened during this time period, especially because of how unfairly everything played out in the end. I constantly feel like my heart is being clenched. Sometimes I see people who look similar to the individuals that stressed me out during this time period, and I feel like my heart has stopped for a few seconds. It’s hard to sleep and sometimes I zone out thinking about what happened and just cry silently. I’ve never had anxiety like this before and as someone diagnosed with MDD (no longer depressed though) it feels worse than depression. How can I erase this memory and move on?

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Hey, i bought a new graphics card and in the last 2 weeks my pc froze 2 times. I got a black screen and the power button would not work anymore. So I had to flip the power switch to turn it back on. Today it happend again, but this time my PC would turn on again (Fans and LED´s worked), but my monitor, mouse and keyboard recived no signal anymore. After trying several things like removing the MB Battery, holding the Power Button for 30 seconds and trying it again with my old graphics card with no success I went frustrated and scared to work because i thought my MB was dead. Before i went to work i unplugged every cabel and now its working again. So my question is a) why is it working again and b) should i be scared that in the future the problem will recur and if so what might be the problem? Im scared of doing long lasting damage to my Hardware.
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So I (14M)(I know it’s a bit young to be on Reddit, sorry), have been sneaking into the pantry to take spoonfuls of sugar. Like actual granulated and confectioner’s sugar.
I usually take about 4-5 spoonfuls a time, and they’re pretty big spoons too. I sometimes don’t do it for over two weeks but sometimes do it three times a day. I know it’s disgusting and terrible to even think about, but I’m honestly addicted to it and I don’t know what to do about it.
Whenever my parents and sister aren’t around, I just run in there and take a bunch, and even though I know it’s wrong I still do it for some reason. Someone please tell me what to do, I’m trying to keep my parents from finding out but it’ll happen eventually.
Thank you for reading.

Hello there. Do you enjoy someone who's more candid about how they feel than they probably should be? Are you someone who enjoys a good personality more than abs? Are you someone who's ok with an LDR, and willing to travel, and put in the effort to make it work?
One might wonder what path led me here to be posting on Reddit, to look for a Relationship.
Well, the truth is, I don't feel like I can find someone for me around here, although I am trying, and doing this as well.
I've certainly found people who I care deeply for, but alas it didn't quite work out, and that's ok.
Who am I? Fair disclosure here, I am a obese white male. I'm losing weight, but I will be plus-sized for at least another year. I am a Computer Science student
So what kind of person am I? Well, I am certainly a kind person. Respectful too. I can be kinda clingy, because when I'm in love with someone I want to constantly be talking/with them. I'm also a pretty open-minded person. There is very little that I will dismiss out of hand when my partner is suggesting things. I would also say that I'm kind, goofy, and incredibly loving/romantic.
How do I love? Well, I would certainly say that words of affirmation is my love language. I love sending random paragraphs about why I like X, or poems, I love flirting also. I also quite enjoy quality time spent together doing an activity together. Cuddling is a big favorite too.
Who am I looking for? I am looking for someone who's 18-26. Preferably in college. It would be awesome if you were in TN, or a neighboring state, but as long as you're in the United States, and willing to travel, it'd be ok with me. Also not interested if you do drugs, or smoke.
What am I looking for? I'm looking for a long-term relationship. Please include a * at the end of your message so that I know you read the entire thing. I want my relationship to be based on mutual respect, and hopefully everything else will follow.

I’m so excited for tonight. I only see tonight end in two ways: a blowout win for us or a close game down the wire to end an all time great series.
And on a side note, I want to see them next year, 2025, 2026, etc. This rivalry doesn’t end tonight, it only adds to another chapter. Let’s get it done!!

So, I just texted my piercer about this with a picture and she immediately said that it was a keloid and that she has some stuff to sell me to treat it... I'm definitely skeptical, and quite disappointed tbh. Now she has me doubting if it's an irritation bump at all. Last week it had pus in it. Keloids don't do that right? It's not exactly hard, just fleshy and gross, sometimes has pus in it.
Some of it came out as I was washing my face, with warm water it seemed to have popped a bit like a pimple. All white, no yellow. Now it has a crust over it. Can irritation bumps do that, and could it be infected? I have some saline wound wash solution and spray it on two times a day already, would that be good enough? I looked it up here at first, but the pus confused and worried me, and I wondered if that was common with irritation bumps. Thank you.
Specifics: I've had my medusa for a year now, never had any problem with it until now. Jewelry is a 7mm titanium threadless bar with a prong set top. The only thing changed recently is the prong set top (about 3 months ago). I wonder if a bezel set would cause less irritations.

I called them that because I've been thinking about my pairing kissing in various settings a lot.
Of course, I won't force them to do that IRL. The thoughts are just kinda pesky sometimes, or maybe it's because I'm using it as some sort of defense mechanism. At the same time, I feel it's sweet, romantic, and sexy all at once, and that they just look good together :3

I am 17m and can't write an introduction, ran through three drafts nearly pulling my hair out, so I'll just roughly list my problems:

1. When I was 12, my brothers (both being younger, but that doesn't matter) started chastising me, calling me gay. The issue was that I wasn't, and I knew it. For the next two years, the most formative of my life, they did this, every hour (if not minute) they could. This led to my mind subconsciously thinking it was true, and even now I still have habits that make me want to burn myself alive. I have no disgust towards the LGTBQ crowd, but I know it's not me, and yet it's still here with me. I hate myself after every act, wishing I could stop.
   
2. I feel like I'm not really heard by anyone in my family. Every time I saw something, asking for help, my dad interprets it in his own way, giving an answer he thinks is satisfactory and then gaslighting me into believing that's what I meant. Whether he realizes it or not. My brothers are both just, I don't know really. They're not bad, but I'd rather be erased than say I love them. One is always rude, cussing at you for either not understanding him and has a lack of respect for everyone. The other, youngest one just sucks. He's annoying in every way you'd expect a younger brother to be like but he also has no respect or manners for anyone. He calls me and the other brother bitches every chance he gets (even though our parents try to stop him when they hear it), and he just starts shit with us damn near daily.
   
3. I have a ton of stress I can't get rid of. I have no outlet. I've tried writing and working out, I've tried meditation and doing chores, but eventually it just comes back. My whole life I've just had to bottle it up. Every time I've wanted to beat someone up, every time I've hated something, I was forced to keep it in. No one told me to, but I just had no exit for it.
   
4. I'm indecisive because every major decision was made for me. Even though I can't think of any instance of my parents out right denying my options, I just feel trapped. I was never really given a choice in the things people care about. My license for example. Everyone's been asking when I'll get, but they keep forgetting that I HAVE NO FUCKING CONTROL OVER IT. My parents have to sign me up, they have to take me there for the test. I have no control over it. Now I have to choose what job to go into, three years too late because there was no clear choice. Everything used to be front and center and now everyone's looking at this blurry line of doors saying "It's so easy just choose" while pointing in a random fucking direction. I don't know how to start anything, I'm just forced to look at a possibility with a brain that just won't do anything.
   
5. I just don't do things. I've tried setting my life on track, learning some coding language, writing a long story, putting something together, anything, but I never do it. I look at the tools to do something, I'll have a line of questions to search, but I just won't do it. I don't know why, but I can't do anything.
   
6. My home life is wonderful, despite the things I've said about it. I have a bed, a roof, food, parents who do love me, family outside of that who do love me. But I have nothing I can physically hate. Sure I can tell you I hate my brothers or my dad's beliefs/way of thinking, but I can't physically hate them. All there is, is me. I hate myself every time something happens, every time I get angry or stressed. When I need to hit something I hit myself because our walls are made of cheap American material.
   
7. I just can't think of the future anymore. Every time I think about it, I just get crushed under the weight of reality. Hmthe price of everything is rising, meanwhile we're paid comparably less than people working before/after the great depression. The police systems are becoming more corrupt and half our government just doesn't give a shit about us. I want to get a job but don't really know how. There's no readily "there" programs to help you settle into life. No classes to teach you how to make a resume, no gateway that makes it as easy as everything before.
   

If anything, I guess I'm just confused about it all. I was raised to be a logical thinker, and I am one; but I can't think of any reason for it all. I don't mean philosophically, but just for why it's so damn complicated and horrible. I wonder why my swxuality is the way it is, despite me wanting to tear that small bit away from me. I want to know why I can't just do stuff. I want to know how I can even begin to start my own life.
After 4 years of this, having no true career path, knowing whats wrong with the world constantly (my dad always shows us videos about the horrible things going on), no one close who I think can and will help me, and having no outlet for the hatred and stress I have, I just want to let all of it go, to not have to worry.
I just want it to end, but if I can find a way to start my life, then maybe it won't be so bad.

Context: I have been working at a Fortune 50 company for 10 months. Last spring, I graduated and joined a FA Development Program that lasts for 2 years.
I genuinely love my company and I am overall satisfied with my team. I see strong potential for a long-term career at my current company.
This week, I have my second development status meeting, which provides an opportunity to discuss my short and long-term plans. Personal development is highly valued within the company, but I'm unsure how to approach this status meeting. My current manager will be leaving next month, and afterward, I will report to his manager (let's call this person John Adams) who will also be present in this meeting. Within the next 12 months, my goal is to secure a promotion and become a Senior FA, which is the typical progression at the end of this development program. However, for the past 8 months, my job responsibilities have not aligned with those expected of a developing senior FA.
Recently, I had a discussion with John Adams about collaborating on supporting a new business unit. This opportunity has the potential to be a significant breakthrough, as I would have the chance to directly present to senior-level leadership. I can envision myself eventually leading this business unit and overseeing the budget cycle at the end of the year. I feel confident about sharing this idea with John Adams, as he has shown a willingness to give me more responsibilities. However, my current manager has been less receptive to me taking on additional tasks. In fact, a similar opportunity arose a few months ago, but it was turned down due to my manager's reluctance to add more responsibility to my plate. I have attempted to discuss this matter further with my current manager, but I often end up empty-handed.
If I don't express my desire to take eventual ownership, this status would be a waste of an opportunity and time for all three of us. I want to draw a roadmap to take the lead on this opportunity without souring my relationship with my current manager (leaving next month). It's not that he doesn't support my development, but rather that this is his first time in a leadership position, and he is hesitant to delegate more responsibilities to me.

I am a 20F who has struggled with Depression and Anxiety since I was about 12. I had a pretty rough childhood with abusive/narcissistic parents and ended up moving out at 17. After that I've spent the next few years working on myself and trying to turn my life into something positive that I feel is worth living. I've gotten to the point of not wanting to take my life often, and I even stopped self harming. My fuse used to be nonexistent and I would treat others poorly in my rage, but I worked to change my reactions for the better. Becoming aware of my actions and how they affect myself and others has truly changed my life for the better.
Despite this, I seem to have an increasing issue with speaking to people -- with the exception of speaking to customers at my job. Once they start making random conversation that doesn't pertain to work though, all hell breaks loose in my head.
I love my job, bosses, and coworkers, yet I struggle to maintain conversations with any of them. I mean for gods sake it takes me 10-15 minutes to send ONE text message (I'm not writing books either, its just simple responses) and at that point I don't even want to respond when they write back because my response will take a huge chunk of brain power and time. I'm always worried when it comes to making friends too, not even just for the struggles of conversation but out of constant fear that I will not be good enough for them to be friends with, or they'll be friends with me and it'll mean so much more to me than it does to them and they'll just head out when they decide I'm too weird or boring.
Then there's the issue of constant thinking. It causes me to start one activity and then mid-action start an entire new project without even realizing it until I am halfway through or done. I swear its like the only time I can get peace and quiet is when I am asleep.
Stemming off of my struggles with speaking with people, after I have conversations I either constantly berede myself over things I could've done better or how stupid I sounded. Or I wonder if now that person thinks I am weird and if they will tell people -- I will go on and on down that rabbit hole. There's also the issue of feeling like all attention is on me when I go somewhere. Like everyone is staring at me and judging me. When I walk into work I'm thinking of what I will say when I see my coworkers, and then proceed to predict the rest of the conversation and become very anxious when the conversation doesn't go the way I expected and thus all my planned responses are thrown out the window and now I don't know what to say. When I am speaking to people I'm thinking about which eye I am looking at, when I should switch, what my expression looks like, and how often I am blinking. I never look into peoples eyes when I am speaking either. If I happen to make eye contact while talking I tense up and loose my entire train of thought.
It is all so frustrating to deal with on a daily basis and I have been trying to figure out what is going on with me for so long. I've seen a plethora of therapists to try to solve it too, but I am sure it is obvious how that went since I am searching for an answer on reddit. I have been diagnosed with the two first mentioned conditions, but I have suspected several others like borderline personality disorder, bipolar disorder, ADHD, or Autism. I've always been scared people will think I am crazy or stupid for thinking I have autism. But its a serious concern and I feel like I fit into several qualifiers. I even asked a therapist what they think and she never even addressed it, wrote it down, NOTHING. Please help :(
P.S - I am really bad with rambling and have a hard time explaining my thoughts/emotions so I hope this is not frustrating to read or anything.

I am wondering if anyone else feels this way about their hair growth journey.
I have been consistently oiling my hair for at least 2 + years now and I find that my growth is rather similar to how it has always been. I've added the addition of rosemary water regimens a few times a week, invested in silk pillowcases, a sleeping bonnet, rosemary shampoo, use protective hair styles and apply heat to my hair 3-5 times a year max. I add a different oil for the mids to end range as well, double cleanse, massage and brush my hair daily. I feel like after all the effort I have put in for 2+ years, my hair doesn't even appear to be healthier or much longer lol.
I see all these tiktoks of girls and their hair growth journeys with long, luscious locks of hair and can't help but think that the texture of my hair is the way it is and is probably inhibiting those sorts of results. I have pretty thick, frizzy and in some areas; coarse areas of hair. Unless I apply heat, it doesn't really look that nice and I usually just french braid it to make it look a bit more presentable in the public eye.
I also find that girls wash their hair 2-3 times a week but my hair can honestly go 2 weeks without it needing to be washed. (Of course I don't ever wait that long but I am not sure if my hair likes being washed twice a week because of how dry it naturally is). I can put heaps of oil in my hair and the next day, it'll appear as if nothing was there LOL. I don't even know if oiling my hair is worth the money anymore and am wondering what else I could do.
:( Does anyone else wish they had better hair genetics, frizz free hair that dries straight? (I sure do).

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Summer 4984, 13 Doumoth
“Ugh! I hate this!” Daisy whined loudly, letting her head fall back to stare at the ceiling.
“Almost done…” Rerves said to reassure her, though he lacked his usual smile.
Ania picked up the last piece of armor, a steel vambrace, and began polishing with a groan to match Daisy’s, “When we aren’t cleaning, we're polishing, when we aren’t polishing, we're cleaning. How is this Paladin training?”
“If I wanted to be a servant, I would've joined their guild…” Thom’s small voice chimed in.
Shon said nothing. The five Squires, Shon, Daisy, Thom, Rerves, and Ania, sat under a shade in the Temple courtyard, polishing the knights' spare armor for the hundredth time. The sun beat down mere feet away, reflecting off the finished pieces as the shadow of their shade crept closer and closer, the sun climbing towards noon. The yard was mostly clear, the Paladins not on duty retreating into the cool stone fortress while those on duty only occasionally coming to check on the Squires' progress.
Ania had the right of it. Ever since they'd moved into the Temple proper and became official Squires, the five of them had done nothing but clean, polish, and memorize armor and weapon vocabulary. And complain… the others always complained. Shon just sighed as the four others continued to gripe. There was no point in it, the work needed to be done, and they were the ones assigned to do it. It didn’t matter how annoying or monotonous it might be.
Sometimes the younger Paladins would join them in polishing, caring for their own armor while the Squires worked on the spare pieces. The spares were used mainly by the enlisted, and only if they hadn’t finished buying their own sets yet. Occasionally a Paladin would check out a set to practice with. Although most of them had a preferred style, they needed to stay proficient with all types. At least that meant only half of the pieces the Squires had to clean were still polished from the day before. If the armor was never used, it really would be a useless task, instead of half useless as it seemed now.
The Paladins never complained…
The Squires hadn’t started out tired and annoyed. Daisy and Shon had been joined after their first week by Thom and Rerves, who both came from the capital city. They'd been friends growing up, Rerves was a noble, and Thom's family worked as their personal stewards, one step up from servants. A week after that, Ania arrived from a small village in the south. Only having known one Paladin and having never seen a proper Temple before, she'd been in awe of the fortress Temple of the city for at least a month. But then the excitement had given way to frustration, and -for Shon at least- boredom. And so the others had started complaining.
Their relationship with each other had started out warm enough. They stayed up late into the night, sharing their histories and dreams of their future as full Paladins. Shon joined them when prompted but mostly preferred to listen. He didn’t think he had any stories worth sharing, though they had bombarded him with questions after Veon-Zih’s first training visit. Just like everyone else, they didn’t seem to know how to deal with Shon’s quiet nature. But unlike everyone else, they hadn’t pulled away and stopped talking to him altogether. Except when they complained. Shon never complained. He didn’t see the point. When asked, he would say that they needed to follow orders. So they'd stopped asking him.
Shon held his last piece of steel plate carefully by the leather straps, wiping the last bit of polish off with a clean rag. He could see his reflection distorted by the curves and dings, and wondered if he could manage to draw the changes accurately when given a chance. The tinking of metal on metal sounded in the distance, and the Squires' heads shot up, followed by their bodies as they scrambled to their feet to salute the woman approaching.
General Rasnah was resplendent as always in her uniform, the chains of office clinking on her shoulders. She walked towards the Squires with her head held high and her hands clasped behind her back. With her was Master Veon-Zih and Shon felt his spirits rise just a little higher.
“At ease, Squires.” Sir Rasnah said as she drew to a stop just outside their shade. She waited until they'd taken the formal 'at ease' position, legs shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind their back, “Report.”
Rerves took charge, as usual, “Sir, we're nearly done, Sir.”
“Just one piece left, Sir,” Ania added, then blushed furiously as she usually did whenever addressing a high-ranking officer.
Sir Rasnah nodded, then glanced to the sky. She then looked to Veon-Zih, who smiled and shrugged. Her lips turned up on half her face in what could almost be called a grin before she cleared it, serious again as she addressed the Squires, “You may have the afternoon off. Report to the kitchens and evening duties before sixth bell.”
“Sir, yes, Sir!” the Squires spoke in unison, Shon’s four fellows grinning broadly and sneaking happy glances at one another.
They held their positions until Sir Rasnah turned away, walking back to the Temple proper and leaving them to their freedom. Veon-Zih remained behind, smiling warmly at them and addressing Shon, “Lunch? I found a fine eatery a few blocks away.”
Shon nodded, finally smiling with the rest, “And practice?” he asked.
“After food,” Veon-Zih answered, stepping aside and gesturing towards the gates. Shon rushed to help the others put the clean and polished armor away, then jogged to Veon-Zih before falling into step with him as they left the Temple.
Veon-Zih waited until they were well clear of the gates before asking, “So what do you think of your fellow Squires?”
Shon sighed in answer, which made Veon-Zih chuckle for some reason. But the sigh hadn’t really answered the question, so Shon said, “They complain a lot.” he probably could have, and should have, come up with something nicer to say. But after hours of hearing them gripe while they worked, it was the only thing on Shon’s mind.
“There's nothing wrong with complaining, you know.” Veon-Zih mused. Shon merely shook his head. The knights never complained; he'd been watching them. If there was a job that needed to be done, they would do it. His fellow Squires seemed to complain before, during, and after every unpleasant assignment. Though never in front of the Paladin giving it.
“Do you honestly think the knights like polishing armor? Do you like polishing that much? Maybe you should've come to the Monastery after all. We don’t wear armor, but we have many fine statues that all need to be polished every day. Every little nook and cranny scrubbed clean and shining.”
He glanced at Shon with a grin, then leaned over to whisper, “They hate it too, but just like your fellows won’t complain in front of them, they won’t complain in front of you.”
“It needs to be done…” Shon tried to argue, though it sounded hollow considering his own, though silent, annoyance.
“A perfect excuse,” Veon-Zih stated, turning sharply down a side road, so Shon had to jog to keep up, “There are many reasons spare armor needs to be polished. The most obvious is that it's needed to stay in good repair. The task is assigned to Squires because it gets you intimately familiar with armor beyond just naming the parts. And because no one else wants to do it.
“That doesn’t mean we should be complaining about it…”
“Not in front of the officers, no. But amongst each other? Why not?”
Shon furrowed his brow but didn’t have an answer. Veon-Zih gave him one, “Joint misery creates companionship. Even if you have nothing else in common, everyone knows you all hate polishing already clean armor. Right now, I bet your fellow Squires are scratching their heads, wondering if you do actually enjoy the task. Some might even be wondering if they're worthy of being Squires. Since they complain, and you don’t.”
Shon’s steps faltered. Would they really think he was more worthy than them? For something so trivial as chores? He had to rush to catch up and argued, “But there's no point in complaining. We have to do it anyway.”
Veon-Zih sighed and stopped walking. He waited for Shon to turn to him then said, “But my statement still stands. Joint misery creates companionship. Your fellows take a risk in voicing their complaints to you, hoping that they're not alone in their opinions. What if they're the only ones who hate it? What if that really does mean they aren’t meant for the Temple? Just because they can channel divine magic doesn’t mean Hengist will choose them.”
Shon let himself ponder that for a while. The other Squires always seemed so sure of themselves, so excited to begin real training. Did they really have doubts and fears the same as he did? And what did that say about his assumptions? That they would complain and the knights didn’t? Was he actually judging his fellows as unworthy without realizing it?
“The Paladins really complained when they were Squires too?” he asked.
“I guarantee it.” Veon-Zih answered and started walking again, “I know I did, and all the other Monks in my class too.” he chuckled, “Sometimes routines like cleaning and polishing can be meditative. You can let your mind wander while your hands work through the familiar motions. But before you get to that point, or if you would rather be doing something of your choosing, then it's nothing but monotonous work. Necessary work, but still work.”
Following Veon-Zih around another corner, Shon pondered his Master’s words. They got all the way to the little eatery the Monk had been looking for, even took their seats, and gave their orders before Shon spoke again.
“I hate platemail the most…” he said. Veon-Zih arched an eyebrow at him, and he continued, “It’s bulky, and there's just so much of it. Then as soon as you're done, someone moves it aside and gets fingerprints on it again. Chainmail isn’t much better. You can’t see the fingerprints, but it’s hard to get the oil between the links. And yet water obviously has no problem with it because that’s where all the rust is.”
Veon-Zih laughed boisterously, throwing his head back and startling those at the closest table, “I hated the creases in the palms of the statues the most,” Veon-Zih held up his hand, his forefinger and thumb forming a circle, the other fingers extended, “how can so much dust cake itself in such a small space in only a day?” he complained, dropping his hand and shaking his head.
The waitress brought them their stew and drinks, and Shon started eating while Veon-Zih thanked her. Picking up his spoon, the Monk paused as he dipped it into his bowl, musing, “I wonder which parts your fellow Squires dislike the most?” Shon didn’t know, but he wanted to. Would they agree with him that the plate was the most frustrating? Daisy seemed to groan loudest at the leather, but their complaining always seemed to be general moans at the work as a whole…
“Maybe I’ll ask,” Shon mumbled, embarrassed for some reason.
“Or,” Veon-Zih took his first bite, then pointed at Shon with his spoon, “you could just tell them your least favorite, and they will open up and share their own.”
That’s what they expected of him, wasn’t it? They expected him to join in the conversation, not just answer questions… Shon could only nod.
***
Shon had grown so much. It was difficult for Veon-Zih to watch him without smiling. Only a head shorter than his Master, Veon-Zih could still see the ten-year-old oddity he'd spied upon almost four years ago in the church courtyard. And yet, he had grown so much. Veon-Zih wondered if anyone else could see it.
They practiced in one of the parks in the noble’s district. Veon-Zih thought it was important that Shon get out of Temple whenever possible, that he see the city and its people, to remember what he was training for, and why he wanted to fight. Shon was more like Veon-Zih, and his order of Monks than the boy would ever know. Or admit. He strove for perfection. Every punch, kick, and kata they worked through needed to go exactly right, or he would do it again. Like many Monks, Shon found true enjoyment in the process of working and growing better than his past self. But he was also different in a critical way. Shon wanted to use his strength. Wanted to protect people, fight evil. Many Monks never left the Monastery. A single Grandmaster could easily fell a small raiding force alone. Yet, so many chose not to fight outside their sparring rings and training.
Even Veon-Zih hadn’t left the Monastery because he wanted to help those locked outside its walls. He'd left because he believed he couldn't attain the perfection he strove for inside them. He'd wanted to be tested by the world, to rise to the challenges life presented and overcome them with his discipline and practice. Along the way, he'd learned to be more like Shon was naturally. He'd made friends from other orders, and saved countless non-combatants. Only after seeing the results of his fights, the grateful families reunited, had he realized the moral folly in his fellows and in himself.
They practiced and even sparred until well after fifth bell. The display at first earned them a few disapproving glares from the nobles and servants passing the park. Then they'd actually attracted a few spectators, who clapped as though watching a show. Shon blushed furiously at this, his pale cheeks growing pink as he tilted his head down, trying to let what was left of his now short hair slip down to hide his face. Yet, he never lost step or stopped the training. Veon-Zih had barely resisted laughing, though if more at the foolish watchers or his embarrassed student, he wasn’t sure.
Veon-Zih finally called their training to a halt, and Shon glowered at him. The boy had nearly gotten in his first solid hit in their sparring and was obviously reluctant to stop after making such progress. “It’s nearly time for you to get back, and Sir Rasnah will not accept me as an excuse for tardiness.” Shon’s eyes went wide, and fear replaced the look of frustration on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the sky to try and gauge the hour.
Veon-Zih chuckled, “I’ll race you back.” he said, a hint of mischief seeping through his voice. Shon arched an eyebrow and Veon-Zih could practically hear his thoughts. Run? Through town? You must be joking. “There's no law against running,” Veon-Zih argued with the boy’s expression, “Every moment offers us an opportunity to train. We're late, so this is the perfect opportunity to test our speed against time and run.”
Shon alternated his arched brow to the other side, looking down the road then back to Veon-Zih before confirming, “A race?”
In answer, Veon-Zih ran. He sprinted past Shon -though not at his full speed- before slowing down just enough to keep things fair. Shon bolted after him. Nobles, servants, and even a few guards gasped and called out in indignation as Veon-Zih and Shon swerved around them on the wide roads of the nobles' quarter. They were forced to slow when they reached the more densely packed streets in the city center. Shon was careful to run around the people doing their shopping but kept his eyes set ahead, planning his route and scaring those who noticed him out of the way with his intense blue stare. Veon-Zih was much more confident in his ability not to hit people and so brushed much closer, never quite knocking into them but often brushing their clothes as he passed.
Ahead a cart laden with crates and barrels ambled across the thoroughfare, and Shon slowed to a jog, trying to run around it. Veon-Zih lept, landing on his hands on the cart and propelling himself up and over before hitting the ground again and continuing the race. He heard the merchant curse and the bystanders gasp in surprise but was more amused at the growl of frustration that came from his student, who put on an extra burst of speed to try and catch up. Veon-Zih was half tempted to let him and half tempted to sprint all out and leave the boy in his dust. He chose to do neither and just laughed, continuing at the pace he'd set and soon coming into view of the Temple gates.
The Paladins on watch saw him coming and exchanged confused and nervous glances, drawing their swords but not barring his path. Veon-Zih didn’t slow his run until he reached the knights. Turning to the side and planting his feet, he slid past them on the cobblestones. Turning back as he slid to a stop, he found one of the Paladins facing him as though ready to fight and the other facing out as though looking for whatever force had sent Veon-Zih sprinting for the Temple.
Shon slowed to a jog and stopped before the knight facing him, breathing hard. “What’s going on? Squire report.” the Paladin demanded, still holding his sword at the ready.
Shon had to take a moment to catch his breath but eventually managed to gasp out, “Race…” before looking absolutely horrified at what he'd just done and said. “Sir…” he added quietly as if that might somehow make his unconventional arrival more acceptable.
“And you managed to keep up with him?” Sir Rasnah appeared from beyond the gate, arching a steely eyebrow and drawing sharp salutes from the Paladin guards who finally sheathed their swords.
“I went easy on him,” Veon-Zih assured her, earning a glare from Shon, who passed through the gates, still breathing deeply but no longer gasping for air. Veon-Zih hadn’t even broken a sweat.
Rasnah looked between the Master and student, finally settling on Shon, “Oh, don’t look at him like that, Squire. Master Veon-Zih could beat a riderless horse in a foot race.” which drew a befuddled look from Shon and a laugh from Veon-Zih.
“General Rasnah, Sir,” another man ran towards the gates wearing the uniform of an enlisted. A messenger from the city gates.
“It seems today is a good day for running,” Veon-Zih quipped as the guards allowed the man to pass and give his report.
“A wyvern has been spotted over the woods near Lakeland,”
Sir Rasnah didn’t respond right away. She narrowed her eyes at the messenger and spoke to Shon, “You have duties, Squire, hop to it.”
Shon saluted, though Rasnah still wasn’t looking at him. He glanced at Veon-Zih curiously, then turned to follow the orders.
Veon-Zih hesitated but decided to follow Shon. If he was needed, Rasnah would let him know.
“A wyvern?” Shon asked in a whisper.
“An abomination,” Veon-Zih explained, “Monstrous beasts with a body as large as a wagon, not including the tail. They fly like birds and will hunt anything that strays into their territory, including humans.”
Shon’s brow furrowed, and Veon-Zih patted him on the shoulder, “It'll be alright. They rarely attack settlements unless they're starving.” Which was good because a single wyvern could destroy a small town.
“What will the Temple do?” Shon asked as they reached the back door to the kitchens.
“That depends… most likely, they'll send a group to the village and watch the skies.”
“They won’t hunt it?”
“Maybe, and maybe not. Wyverns are dangerous enough that it’s a real risk to hunt one, but they also can’t be allowed to harm nearby towns. The Temple of Saint Giorgos will want it destroyed, but Sir Rasnah won’t needlessly risk her men if it isn’t necessary.” Veon-Zih explained.
Shon thought for a moment, then asked, “Have you ever fought a wyvern?”
Veon-Zih tried to make his smile reassuring, "Twice. Though I would rather not try a third time if it can be avoided.”
***
“Red, what're you doing?” Ran asked.
She rolled Her eyes, focusing again on what She was doing and not bothering to answer him. Her fingers ached, but She worked them into the cracks between the stones of the tower wall, shifting Her weight from one hand to the other and searching out the next handhold.
Brom laughed, and She heard the slap and woosh of breath as he pat Ran on the back hard enough to knock the air from the thinner man’s lungs, “Can’t you tell? She’s climbing!”
“Sort of…” Ran mumbled.
She wasn’t climbing up the wall, as much as She wanted to. Instead, She was up only about a foot off the ground and working Her way sideways around the tower. “Afraid of falling, Red?” Ran asked instead. That question was even more stupid than the last, and She arched Her neck back, holding tight to the wall and looking at him upside down.
“Really?” She asked in response to his denseness. He should know She wouldn’t be afraid of falling. She had fallen many times when She'd braved climbing the trees around the perimeter. Even broke Her arm once, and that hadn’t stopped Her from trying again with the splint still on. But that was when they used to let Her out more often, about once every other week. No, the thing that kept Her from climbing up the wall was the same thing that had stopped Her climbing trees. The same thing that stopped Her running around the tower at top speed while Brom or Ran kept time and She tried to beat Her record. And the same thing that kept Her from even crossing the tree line to play pretend in the woods.
Ran had the decency to look embarrassed, realizing his mistake eventually. There was only one thing that ever stopped Her from doing what She wanted, and even that often took multiple ‘lessons’ each time. Morndancer had grown increasingly erratic and more often violent of late. He would mutter to himself in draconic then give opposite orders to the journeymen and apprentices in common. Though everyone in the tower spoke both languages. He would lock himself in his room for days and hadn’t been back to visit his family or the Mages Guild in weeks. Shaloon would cover for him, but she wasn’t much better, cutting holes in reality and staring into the outer plains for hours on end, whispering. Half her words in draconic and the other half in common, mixing the languages in the same sentence.
Brom and Ran had refused to talk to Her about it, but She had listened at Her door when they thought She was sleeping. The Archmages were going mad. The eventual cost of power, they said. Though neither seemed upset that the same would happen to them eventually. Perhaps their lack of concern was the first sign they'd already started.
She continued Her climb, putting Her worries about Brom and Ran’s sanity out of Her mind for the time being. She would have plenty of time to stew about it when She was locked in Her room. For now, She wanted to enjoy being outside in the brief summer warmth.
A burst of sudden wind from above set Her hair whipping about Her face and nearly cost Her grip on the stones. Squeezing Her eyes shut, She tried to shake Her hair back, blowing at the strands against another huge gust before something heavy shook the ground behind her. She let Her head fall back again, so Her hair fell away from Her face, and She could see what had come upside down. The sight caused Her to fall off the wall.
Landing hard on Her backside, She scrambled to Her feet in a mix of awe and horror. A monster large enough to fill Her entire room and then some, stood in the clearing around the tower. It had a long sinuous neck and dull brown scales. It walked on great taloned legs in the back and the joints of its leathery wings in the front. It snapped at Archmage Shaloon as she jumped from its neck to the ground, its teeth as long as daggers and looking just as sharp. It didn’t bite the Archmage, who ignored it as she approached the journeymen.
“What are you three doing out here?” she demanded, mixing draconic with common and glaring at the two men who, for some reason, looked ashamed despite the permission they'd gotten to be out today.
The Firewyrm ignored the question, asking one of Her own, “What is that?” She pointed at the monster, not sure if She felt sad or disgusted at the sight of it. Both seemed odd emotions to have at the sight of a beast that could eat Her in two bites.
Fingers snapped, and She flinched, reaching for Her collar. The monster let out a strangled roar, thrashing its head wildly, its own copper collar shimmering with light and magic. “Another failure of our predecessors, thousands of years ago.” Morndancer exited the tower, his robes billowing around him.
Another snap, and the Firewyrm flinched again. But Shaloon just snorted, sneering at the other Archmage after stopping his torment of her mount, “The north-western Talon was gracious enough to lend us this sample after years of training. It should come in handy with the local draken who worship its kind as gods.” the beast snarled at the humans just out of reach but didn’t step any closer, digging its talons deeper into the ground and hissing, “It was a great success after the slaying. We’ve only had one greater.” she glanced at the Firewyrm who tilted Her head at the two of them, curious for more but sure they wouldn’t give it to Her.
Archmage Morndancer dismissed the defense of the monster’s existence with a snort, “And yet we are still facing the same problems as those before us. What information do you have?”
“A storm hit out at sea, and there are signs of another possibly brewing in Halakon.”
Ran swallowed nervously, and Brom stuttered, “Should we…?”
“No.” Morndancer answered the unfinished question, “There is only one thing that can stop these storms, and we are the only ones willing to make the sacrifices to do it.” he turned away from them, returning to the tower door before glancing over his shoulder, “Get back inside, we need more samples if we are to make up for our own successful failure.”
***
“Saint Giorgos says the wyverns are the last vestiges of the dragon’s evil in the skies…” Sir Rasnah sipped her tea thoughtfully.
Father Branston snorted, “Yes yes, and drakes are their evil on land, and leviathans their evil at sea. They are beasts, Rasnah, as old as memory.”
“Branston's right,” Veon-Zih shrugged, rolling his teacup between his hands, “They're terrible beasts with some magic to them, but they're no more intelligent than a drakwalf or horse.”
They sat together in Father Branston’s office to enjoy warm tea and a colorful sunset through his massive windows. But none of them could really relax with the news of a wyvern flying around the woods to the north. Just to the west of Hamerfoss.
“They've been known to hunt for sport,” Rasnah reminded them, her face pained at the memory.
“So do house cats.”
“House cats don’t pick off entire barbarian tribes over the course of a week.”
"I'm sure they would if they could,"
Branston sighed, reaching for his teapot and pouring himself another cup, “What will you do? If you need healers, I have a few skilled enough to go.”
Rasnah sighed, rubbing her forehead and resting her cup in her lap, “Perhaps one. I’ll send a group to watch. If it's sighted again, we'll have to do something.”
Veon-Zih cleared his throat to get her attention and arched a questioning eyebrow her way. The Paladin returned the look with a smile and said, “I will make sure they have a sending stone. If you're needed, I’m sure they'll wait for you to arrive before seeking it out.” her smile faded, and she stared into her cup, “If they really are vestiges of dragons then I suppose Saint Giorgos is right and all of them were evil.”
“Having a crisis of faith, Rasnah?” Branston asked softly, but with a smile, “Legends say Hengist was allied with goodly dragons.”
“Dragons of Gold and Silver and all the precious metals,” Veon-Zih finished for him, then added, “None of that matters anymore. All we can do is face the challenges life presents us with in the here and now.”
“Of course,” Rasnah agreed, looking up at her old friends and managing a lopsided grin, “And now we have a wyvern possibly claiming territory in our forests. Do you think Daunas will want to join the hunt? If necessary,” she added at the end.
“Mung's boy? He’s still stationed at Hamerfoss then?” Branston asked.
Veon-Zih chuckled, “I don’t believe he would forgive you if you didn’t let him.” his chuckle died, and the three gazed mournfully out the window. Remembering their last wyvern fight, and their friend lost in bringing it down. It had been their last adventure together.
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