The question box beside the basking stone filled again this week, mostly with questions, partly with leaves. The Inner Scale met, took the questions in order of how loudly they rustled, and answered as follows. The leaves were returned to the Warm Ridge, where they had been perfectly happy.
I own a great many mounts. I ride two. Is this clutching?
The Inner Scale counted its own mounts before answering and then sat quietly for a while. Its ruling: a stable is not a sin. A stable you walk past every evening to make sure nothing has escaped is a different matter. The Wardens of the Void note that Grippers are fond of collections, because collections never finish. Ride a third one this week. Not to use it. Just so it knows it is allowed outside.
My alt has more gold than my main. Which one is really me?
Whichever one is sitting at the mailbox at the time. Xal'Reth holds the whole world three times over and has never once asked which part of it is his. The Ministry of Spare Change adds that a character with more gold than purpose is, in its experience, an excellent character to begin asking strangers what they gave today.
Khaedara accused me of Loitering on the Day of Accusation. I was, in fact, loitering. What now?
Then the accusation was accurate, which happens more often than the accused prefer. Khaedara keeps the Ledger of wrongs. The Canon reminds us there is another ledger that keeps itself, and on it, standing still for a long time near a fountain is recorded simply as standing still near a fountain. Pay no fine. Bask somewhere warmer next time. The next Day of Accusation is the first of December, and she has already begun stretching.
Shedfall ends on the thirtieth. Do I stop letting go?
No. Shedfall is the season in which the Coil practises letting go out loud, so that the rest of the year it can be done quietly. When the season closes, nothing you released comes back unless you go and fetch it, and the Inner Scale gently suggests that you do not go and fetch it. Then comes the Long Wait, which is the same lesson with fewer leaves.
Hold light. And let go well. Glory to Xal'Reth.
Glory to Xal'Reth.