Wisdom at the rivers' crossing

[Several drops of ink appear on the paper before Huo finally gets to writing - he's hesitating a great deal. His script, too, is slow and cautious.]

While I do not wish to associate myself with anonymous writers of dubious origins, [another long pause, another ink drop] if searchers are currently creating some effect that they are unaware of

[His pen lingers here, and lingers, until finally with a dash of ink, he erases the previous sentence and quickly scribbles something else:]

You are not free of a prison if its roof falls down on your head.

[A deft and swift hand is sketching across the paper. The image takes form quickly, and when done, looks something like this.

Beneath the rather freakish vision, Huo's neat handwriting:]

Appearances do not necessarily reflect character.

True colors make one wonder.



[OOC: Mod word sez, can see thestrals even if don't remember having seen someone die. Thanks, mods!
Picture not mine, linked with permission. All credit to the original artist.]