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Rhoa
Adelric ? What a strange name. It's like a girl name followed by a boy name. If I knew anything about Adelric being a hybrid, I might think that there was something particularly apt about his name, but instead I merely shrug. I didn't name myself, and assume that the oddly pattered fellow didn't either. "I'm Rhoa-Why would you follow me?" I smush the sentences together as his previous answer clicks in my brain. Funny how I am not concerned about the fact that he was following me, but was instead curious that it was me he followed.
I think a shrink would probably have a field day with me. It all started one day when I met the bird-lady ....
At first I wonder why we're suddenly talking about the fact that trees can crack rock, until he continued that there aren't any trees down here. I consider his statement as a self-conscious itch that he must be much more clever than I am suddenly swamps me. I wouldn't have even thought to say anything like that. I probably would have said something about how the Gods made these caves to save us from the wraiths ... stupid, stupid, stupid!
I don't say anything as he asks what else can move rock, instead trying to think of something clever. I wait, as if willing my brain to just think of something, but nothing comes. Defeated, I shrug as we continue to walk through the corridor.
"Wind maybe?" I suggest finally. I know wind erosion slowly degrades our beaches back home so ... maybe that could have done this here?
His question about the festival leaves me much more able to answer. At least it's a topic that I am the expert on. "I am from the Dragon's Throat and... the Sun God is our patron God. So at the beginning of every TallSun we have a festival in his honour so that he will continue to bestow our herd with his blessings." I recite, just as perfectly as if Mother had just spoken the words to me. "So we gather oil to set on fire, and things that glow and ..." I pause, realizing that I actually don't really know what tasks the others are doing. It isn't as thought I've been alive for a full year yet - this will be my first festival. Still, I don't want to seem completely ignorant, so I shrug as if it's just common knowledge. "You know. Other sun-related stuff. We tell all the herds, and anyone who wants to praise the sun can come."
I think a shrink would probably have a field day with me. It all started one day when I met the bird-lady ....
At first I wonder why we're suddenly talking about the fact that trees can crack rock, until he continued that there aren't any trees down here. I consider his statement as a self-conscious itch that he must be much more clever than I am suddenly swamps me. I wouldn't have even thought to say anything like that. I probably would have said something about how the Gods made these caves to save us from the wraiths ... stupid, stupid, stupid!
I don't say anything as he asks what else can move rock, instead trying to think of something clever. I wait, as if willing my brain to just think of something, but nothing comes. Defeated, I shrug as we continue to walk through the corridor.
"Wind maybe?" I suggest finally. I know wind erosion slowly degrades our beaches back home so ... maybe that could have done this here?
His question about the festival leaves me much more able to answer. At least it's a topic that I am the expert on. "I am from the Dragon's Throat and... the Sun God is our patron God. So at the beginning of every TallSun we have a festival in his honour so that he will continue to bestow our herd with his blessings." I recite, just as perfectly as if Mother had just spoken the words to me. "So we gather oil to set on fire, and things that glow and ..." I pause, realizing that I actually don't really know what tasks the others are doing. It isn't as thought I've been alive for a full year yet - this will be my first festival. Still, I don't want to seem completely ignorant, so I shrug as if it's just common knowledge. "You know. Other sun-related stuff. We tell all the herds, and anyone who wants to praise the sun can come."
