Draconic Advice for Mortal Crumbs
*For reasons that shall remain unexplained until a later date, this issue is short and entirely fictional.
Viands: "Articles or dishes of food, now usually of a choice or delicate kind" (Dictionary.com).
My Dear Little Viand,
I know you’re terribly afraid right now. You don’t feel like you are enough for this moment. And you aren’t, not really—not even a mealy mouthful worth crunching between my fangs. But what you lack in mortal substance, you make up for in scrumptious gumption.
You can’t measure that. You can’t squash it under claw. No matter how small you crush a quantum of courage, a stubborn fleck always survives and flutters free. What a delicious intangibility! I think you call that iron flavor “free will”?
Please remember: I didn’t spare your life all those years ago just to watch you crumble now. You’re not a cookie. Trust me, I would’ve downed you in a gulp with a barrel of fresh cream if that were so.
You’re only human, and for such a brief snatch of seasons, too! But you’re also exactly the right amount of spice and spark breathed into being by the universe today. And I believe your heart will always be big enough to hold a million times more stars than seconds in this life. Gleam on in the gloaming tide, Little Grit.
Yours in eternal ravening,
Antiquarius
Source:
"Viand.”
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/viand
Collins English Dictionary — Complete & Unabridged" 2012 Digital Edition © William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins Publishers 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012
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