"As water is to the seas and stars to constellations and stability to earth, if there was a single emblem I would ascribe to a human, it would be imperfection.
We are broken and endeavouring to be perfect, but the coat of arms that is imperfection is our knighting, it defines that we are indeed still being, constantly growing, ever evolving as long as we are granted this breath."
~
Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Lady Minerva watched as Aldric brought the Physician's case of emergency instruments that she had carried on her tour, as per general practice.
The child had dutifully restocked her supplies and had left the leather valise by her chamber's footpath where it was usually placed for the sakes of convenience.
