The Opal Order... Gemtana didn't know much of this organization nor it's requirements, but she hadn't been turned away yet. She asked herself why she wanted this, for it sounded like some serious dedication was required. She wanted to cure and fix people... But that didn't feel like the true reason. Back in Akvatar, she tried to heal those she could, as best she could for one self taught. After the individual had been healed, she would then paint them, since they were healed, perfect. Her eyes grew wide. She wasn't healing for healing's sake, but for her art. For her painting... She hadn't realized that she was so selfish. Her eyes turned downward. How had she never noticed before? She was about to burst into tears. She was just another selfish artist, just like all the others of her kind that she didnt want to be like. She had always wanted to be something different, something unique. That's why she started helping her people. She started by helping with scraped elbows and scratches. Then when they got better, and smiled, she could paint them again. For them, once healed, life would be normal again. Then it struck her like the blinding light of match in the pitch-black of a cave. She wanted their lives to be normal again. Just normal. The paintings she made were just a bonus for her fixing them. She smiled, the tears glistening in her eyes now appearing to be playful instead of full of sorrow. "If the Opal Order tries to help people become their normal selves and smile again, I want to help them do that." Her smile grew as a joyful tear streamed down her face, "I would like to join the Order, please." |