Hello everyone,

Two posts within so many months? I must be hunting to be able to waste
gold writing things I shouldnt have to write. But once again my hands
have been forced. I know I will receive replies to this post that I am
trying very hard to avoid. Like the people that felt they were so clever
cause they were the only ones ever in Sapience to think about asking for
refills after reading a post saying dont ask for refills. Sorry people
but I received more than one of them. To though thom said sorry, I thank
you and gladly report that my refill/herb requests have dropped to a
third of what they were and I will continue to direct anyone that asks
to my previous public post.

This post isnt about refills and herbs though, this post is about
compassion, kindness, understanding, empathy. I ask where have they
gone? I know Lady Tarah sleeps but I know you all remember Her. I dont
know why so many of you felt you had to insult me and annoy me. Is it
because you read my meets and thought I would be worth some cheap kicks?
Is it because I refused to supply you with your basic needs when so many
out there can already? Is it because I have this reputation of being
kind and sweet and will put up with it?

I dont know why some of you feel you must do this. I do however try to
understand but I am yet to see a reason or a positive outcome from what
you do. I will -not- be forced to sell refill and herbs because of what
you say, not matter how many drunken tells or bugs crawl up my bot bot,
I will -not- be forced to talk about things I dont want to becuase you
feel you can call me a liar, or just pester me or simply ask. I will
-not- be forced to do things I do not want to do because you use
backmail on me of the worse kind, emotional. I do understand that at the
beginning I said I was forced to post this, and it is true I was.
Because I cant sit back in my grove anymore getting pulled further and
further down because your bored or insane or whatever (so dont go
messaging me pointers on this fact).

My mother told me to think before I act, what scares me is that you do
actually do this and still continue. I dont understand and for the first
time in my life I dont really want to.

Amara

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 359 AF.