Ingebjorg: “Eh eh… Why it has to end?”
Nimlith: “So it can begin again.
— Nimlith knows the circle of life.
Elgaraen: You speak too much in riddles, fair elf.
Nimlith: Am I? I speak only the truth.
Nimlith: But what the truth is, is like this water. Look!
Elgaraen: The water merely exists.
Nimlith: The water is the water, and it does not care who you or I are.
Nimlith: But if I look into its mirror, I see myself. And if you gaze into the same water, you will still not see me. You will only see yourself.
Nimlith: Which of this is the truth?
Nimlith: And the answer is: It is all the truth. But still we see different things.
— Nimlith knows truth is a matter of perspective.
None know wholly what the future will hold; and thus we have Hope.
— Nimlith knows that not knowing your future can be a boon sometimes.
All rivers sing their own song, and all rivers find the sea, in the end. Thus the sea sings all their songs, and more.
— Nimlith listens to rivers.
Gualric: I have trouble hearing sometimes.
Gualric: The world can be too noisy.
Nimlith: Then listen to the silence, not the noise.
Nimlith: Listen not to your ears, but your heart.
Nimlith: Find the song that is in you… and sing it.
— Nimlith knows the sound of silence… again
Clill: Anor makes the flowers grow…
Nimlith: But so does the rain, and good black earth.
Nimlith: Everything grows. Everything is one.
— Nimlith is one with the world.
Clill : Ohhh Yllisa, are you lost here in this big forest?
Nimlith: Lost? No.
Nimlith: Found, she is.
Clill: Found by the right ones? No, she could be lost.
Nimlith: None are lost save those who wander in shadow, forgotten.
Nimlith: We have not forgotten you, friend.
— Nimlith and elephants never forget.
Utu: You ask frightening questions.
Nimlith: The truth is frightening. Hope is frightening.
— Nimlith knows hope is scary.
Utu: I may speak in a way you consider… well, childish.
Nimlith tilts her head.
Nimlith: Speak openly, and from the heart.
Nimlith: Children do, and many others should.
— Nimlith knows truth comes out of the mouth of children.
Anger does not rob us of our ability to speak. But it robs us of our ability to listen.
And when anger begets anger, none will listen.
— Nimlith doesn’t like her words falling on deaf ears.
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