Trust

Trust is something that must be learned. To negotiate safely through the treacherous terrain of who and what to trust and who and what not to trust, it takes skill and a clear sense of knowing. Some call it intuition, I call it listening to that awareness that you already inherrently have residing deep within you.

There was no reason for Morgienne to trust me, for we neither of us ever reached a place of trust between us. She knew precisely what I was, she probably knew what I wanted as well as I did, and yet she did not trust her own inherrent knowing of the me or the situation. She could not bring herself to believe – could not bring herself to trust what it was that put her off. Morgienne knew – as surely as I that our animosities were genuine. Surely she had to be intimately aware at least in some part that I meant to destroy her. But in the end, she misplaced her trust. She could not believe that I meant to best her. After all, she was my teacher, my mentor, my Elder on the Fortunate Isle in all things. Surely as I bowed my head before her, I was also bowing to her Will.

Nothing could have been further from the Truth.

To quote the ancient admonishment, which Morgienne should have remembered:

Little girl, this seems to say
Never stop along your way.
Never trust a stranger or friend
No one knows how it will end
As you are pretty, so be wise
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Then, as now, tis simple Truth…
Sweetest tongue bears sharpest tooth.

I’faith, it was all the better to eat her… truly.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology /Legend
Word Count: 288
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  1. Aye..

    “Little girl, this seems to say
    Never stop along your way.
    Never trust a stranger or friend
    No one knows how it will end
    As you are pretty, so be wise
    Wolves may lurk in every guise.
    Then, as now, tis simple Truth…
    Sweetest tongue bears sharpest tooth”

    Aint that the truth..i learned very quickly the wood’s are full of bears,
    and too many mean to devour ye.
    It isn’t easy to learn to trust after ye’ve learned to mistrust..
    Charity.

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