marox_pass_willingness fyn gula there was much celebration that night. "too much," nimbia said, regretting the copious amounts of rolling rock he drank. helin's compliance and willing release of the marox pass directions was not only historical and ground breaking, but it would forever stand as the one rynomaricle act that established a new precedent: that the marox pass is not solely self introspective, it is not exclusively self indulgent. its end is worth more than its means. yet, copello's agreement with helin placed him in a precarious position. if he were to lose possession to nylem, he would risk roaming the earth alone. copello had known danger before. his life was usually lived in the peril of the unknown, when fate has free reign to move within the borders of willingness. yet, with the directions to the location of his marox pass now in the hands of the panda and on their way to nylem, he was more than a bit concerned. he was panicked. "we must get to the pass, make it before the directions get to nylem," he said with an urgency not unlike a full blown anxiety attack. "calm down," helin said. kissing him on the cheek. "first of all, we know nylem is in Broken Glass which is at least a day's journey from here and pandas are far from industrious travelers, so it may take three days for him to reach nylem. secondly, i have something to show you." she lifted up her shirt, exposing her flat belly. written in henna was: 1. bonne volonte 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. translated from the french it meant, "willingness." "these are the elements of your marox pass." helin said. "why are two through seven blank?" copello asked. "each place we go along our journey they will be filled in, for we cannot rely on our memory. we must live our experiences." "where do we go first?" copello asked. "you tell me." helin said, and she knew copello already had the answer before he asked the question. "the purple sea." 010825 what's it to you? who go blather from