TheBansheeBard

There’s a man and a fire And there’s the means to an end One is watching for the other to expire Because of the material on his friend There’s a man and a fire And there’s his brother in arms The man is waiting and conditions are dire Because a corpse would help him stay warm There’s a man and a fire Beside him lies another One has enough meat to sate both hunger and desire Because he eats his brother

 He hated waiting. The one activity he couldn't stand, even in the monastery, was doing nothing and wasting time in simply waiting. It was one of the most tedious tasks, he thought, along with counting the grains of rice in a large bowl, which was a task applied by the elder monks on their students to "increase the nimbleness of their minds". If someone would've asked Rain in the beginning of his training, if this task bears any fruit at all, his answer would've been "Absolutely not." But now things have changed. He knew the purpose of the rice task, he had learnt it a long time ago during one of his rites of passage. It wasn't about counting