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02-07-2015, 02:49 PM
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Laedere
But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Our conversation was easy. It seemed that we both managed to understand the other's twisted words and flamboyant intricacies. For that, I was glad. The warmth of the encounter easily radiating through my veins until I was completely settled in the place which I would call home. I tried to explain what I had been good at. Always had we been taught to care for the children, to pass on the stories of the wise. Perhaps I would be able to do the same here for any children that may roam across the verdant and luscious fields. Alas, the laugh which parted from her lips alerted me that there would be plenty of children to bestow my knowledge upon and I cannot help but to allow the corners of my maw to curve and twist into a delicate smile. "It is pleasant to find that thee bounty is gracious enough to provide thee lands with such exuberant amounts of children." I say before she trails off and gives me a name to search for in the future. "Alas, I shall seek for her to help bestow any intricacies that mineself might need to be cognizant of." A gentle bob of my cranium is given and I can only swish my tail in time with our well metered movements. I will fit in to these ranks. I can assist in rearing children of thee Falls and proliferate the philosophies of mine past to help them in their futures. It was a wonderful feeling that only heightened as Africa explained both she and Midas were in good spirits. She speaks of his immortality, though, and mine eyes widen - blinking a few times in utter confusion. "Immortalized but yet lacking the cold sheen of death?" I inquire, shock lingering upon mine tongue. "Aye, no one has been gifted the power of immortalization in any fashion other than lore…" I'm struggling to fit it together, brows knitting some before she offers the other leader's name. A woman, one who most likely would have needed to fight to get in that position. And, while the society I had been reared in was mainly maternal based, they still religiously followed the rule of male sex. "Isn't that… sacrilegious?" a gentle question, one born on the wings of confusion and uncertainty in these lands I had yet to fully become acquainted with. "In mine lands, matrons were thee heart of thine lands - but the Caliph was undoubtedly of paternal sex. Matrons ruled from within, controlling thine lands in that mannerism, but thine law was prophesized by thee Caliph of thee time…" I cannot help but to allow mine brows to continue to furrow - to struggle to understand. Yes, perhaps women could hold high ranks - but never were they to crave the title of the Caliph. Never were they to climb to a position that enticed violence and could lead to death of their children. It was almost ghastly to think of the pain a female Caliph would go through… enter confused laedere |
