I am always in search of new material, if you have any recommendations from your world. The differences between canons are fascinating, are they not?
If I understand your meaning of romantic fantasy, you may be right, though my work is grounded in the historical. My primary work is in the form of the poetic epic, though I dabble in other genres.
If I find an anthology, I'll point you towards it. In the meantime, my favorite is The Girl Who Fell Though the World. It sounds like it's kind of similar to the Through the Looking Glass stories from Earth, if that's easier to find.
I have been greatly impressed by the extent and depth of the collected works available to us via the DeerNet (although its other charms are, I admit, lost on one such as myself).
There is a divide in the understanding of such journeys. Some would argue that it is the home returned to which has changed, persisting in the absence of the one who left it, and that the desire to return is rooted in a desire to return to home precisely as it was left, at the moment of departure.
Others posit that it is the one who journeys who is changed, even if the home remains as it was.
I find both thoughts compelling. I cannot decide between them. Perhaps it is a matter of synthesis.
I think so, too. That it might be a little bit of both... Because, even if you leave home to save the world, both the world and yourself are changed by it.
... It's only been recently that I've started understanding this, and it's a big reason I don't want to go home. I'm not the same... And my home probably won't be, either.
An admirable trait, oft neglected in our times. If calling me such is the correct address of your people, you may do so, but know I hold no rank or station above anyone. Least of all above a brave adventurer.
[Whatever mishmash of 'times' they exist in.]
That may be true.
I believe that such a thing could be overcome. I was nervous when I once again encountered members of the Ninth, and yet I have not found the changes between us insurmountable. Some of them have even been for the better.
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I think you would call a fairy tale a... Romantic Fantasy. Not like a love story, but probably like whatever you write.
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If I understand your meaning of romantic fantasy, you may be right, though my work is grounded in the historical. My primary work is in the form of the poetic epic, though I dabble in other genres.
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If I find an anthology, I'll point you towards it. In the meantime, my favorite is The Girl Who Fell Though the World. It sounds like it's kind of similar to the Through the Looking Glass stories from Earth, if that's easier to find.
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Does the girl survive her fall?
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But, the ending isn't that simple... And not as happy as it sounds.
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Others posit that it is the one who journeys who is changed, even if the home remains as it was.
I find both thoughts compelling. I cannot decide between them. Perhaps it is a matter of synthesis.
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... It's only been recently that I've started understanding this, and it's a big reason I don't want to go home. I'm not the same... And my home probably won't be, either.
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I do not know if I would wish to see my own world again, even if it were a possibility. What has occasioned your new understanding, if I may ask?
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You can ask. I've just been through so much in a short time that I'm not even sure my Aunt would recognize my. Sometimes, I don't recognize myself.
And the my home world has gotten more dangerous since I left the farm. We're trying t fix it, but everything's going to change if we do.
The farm I left behind won't be the same farm that I go back to, if I ever decide to go back.
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Yet, if you succeed in your quest, there will be a farm and aunt to return to, will there not? Such a thing is no small consideration.
Not all alteration is for the worse, I have come to find.
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I also don't want to see my Aunt's face when she doesn't recognize me anymore.
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You are certain she would not?
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I haven't changed much physically. I've gotten a couple of years older, but.
I'm afraid that I act different enough to make her nervous.
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[Whatever mishmash of 'times' they exist in.]
That may be true.
I believe that such a thing could be overcome. I was nervous when I once again encountered members of the Ninth, and yet I have not found the changes between us insurmountable. Some of them have even been for the better.