Comparative Religions

[gandalfglamdrin.livejournal.com]

*is quiet tonight, almost sad looking, old*
*has a small feast, mostly local, american food tonight*

*Just watches, having nothing writeen on the board at the moment*

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't make me eat it, you would give me the choice to eat it. Maybe I'm allergic to chocolate, or hate fudge, and so I won't eat it. Or maybe I'll give it to a friend. Or feed it someone's pet."

[gandalfglamdrin.livejournal.com]

But that wasnt what I asked, now was it?

*sets a piece of chocolate on her desk, clearly wrapped in gold, with godiva sticker, a truffel*

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna stares at the chocolate, remembering the wording of the question. "Yes, I would still have free will. I don't have to eat the chocolate, you haven't gotten in to my head and forced me to eat the chocolate."

[gandalfglamdrin.livejournal.com]

but you *will* eat the chocolate, wont you *chuckles, softly*

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna squints and tries not to burst out laughing. "I'm stubborn. And I don't believe in fate."

[gandalfglamdrin.livejournal.com]

*leaves it on her desk*
100 words, Allanna, on the difference beetween Fate, and observation.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna stays at her desk, her mind lost in thought. Mostly, it's circling around a wet night spent underneath a tree. And the mysterious woman, and the gem she now wears around her neck. Unconciously, she begins to play with the cord around her neck, trying to put the pieces together in her mind.