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tenminutesaday2022-11-06 06:35 pm
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Entry tags:
Fill Challenge 119 and 122, Original, Lemy'es
Notes: Average Getier height in their human forms is beetween 5'4" and 5'8" (add a couple inches for ears in their half form) so interiors tend to not be much more than 6' especially when they're carving into the rock. Sray is somewhere between 5'10" and 6' (haven't made and official decision on that yet) because she is hybrid.
Klamon have a split sleeping pattern, being especially active around sunrise and sunset and sleeping in the afternoons and late at night for anywhere from three to five hours at a time.
The structures were mostly carved out of the rock. Some had extra supports or awnings, removable roofs depending on the weather. The entrances to the individual dwellings were much shorter than Humans built for their doorways and slightly elevated off of the ground, designed to crawl through rather than walk. Most were just large enough to climb through. Rothan climbed through one such opening and Sray followed shortly behind. She had a sudden flash of memory when she stood on the other side.
Over fifteen years and Sray still recognized her aunt's home. It was cozy, the lights gave off a warm glow when Rothan turned them on, shining from their places high on the walls. Much among the Klamon was had in common. Food was prepared by and for the group as a whole so individual kitchens were not common. Instead there might be a small pantry to store incidental snacks for between meals.
The roof was low and Sray had to watch herself so she didn't brush her head against the low, rough-hewn rock ceiling. She remembered the room as so much larger, but she had only been ten when she was last there. They moved from the front room deeper into the dwelling. Meilah had moved out when he married so Sray was going to take his old place while she was there. The beds in the next room were cut into the wall like small cubby holes stacked along the wall. The bed was lined with cushioned blankets designed to be nested and burrowed into. There was a curtain that could be drawn across for privacy or to block light.
Sray started to remove her outer clothes, starting with the sash around her waist. She never had a taste for the official Meim garb and she was even more eager to rid herself of them here. It felt a bit sacriligous and disrespectful to wear them here, deep in Klamon territory and especially in her aunt's home. She didn't want to bring this here. The Meim had trespassed here before and she chaffed at being the one to carry the mantle and represent them here. This was far from how she had ever envisioned a return to Geteilpohth.
Sray pulled off her outer robe and shirt as they readied to bed down for the afternoon. The Elder Council wouldn't be meeting them until after sundown.
"What is that on your arm?" Rothan asked.
Sray looked down where Rothan was pointing. Sray's breath caught a moment and she touched the scar briefly with her fingers before pushing her loose hair back behind her ear. "That," she started and paused again as the flood of emotions associated with it threatened to overwhelm her. "That is where I was shot," she said quietly and folded the shirt before dropping it onto the robe.
"Where what?" Rothan repeated, her eyes widening and stepping closer.
"I was shot, Rothan, when I was on my way home at the end of my first year at Engama."
Rothan stared up at Sray in disbelief and touched her left arm where the thumbprint-sized scar interrupted the marking that traced her deltoid. Rothan's expression hardened. "Was it because you are Klamon?"
"Yes and no." Sray replied. "It was because the Brotherhood's leadership accepted me and some disagreed with that choice. Everyone involved in the attack are either dead or imprisoned now. The leadership seems to think my and Janef's presence among them is valuable. They are trying to see how valuable with this envoy."
Rothan looked up at Sray and brought her hands up to place them on either side of Sray's face. Sray repeated the gesture and leaned forward to press their foreheads together, closing her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sray." Rothan said. "I'm sorry you all could not have just stayed here. I'm so sorry," her voice started to roughen with emotion, "sorry that things happened the way they did and you all had to try to make it work in Ela'yas. You should have been here. They should have protected you. I should have done more, forgive me."
"What is there to forgive?" Sray pulled back and looked down at her aunt. "You did all you could. We have nothing but fond memories of you, Rothan. It was my grandfather and the Meim, not you, and after being among them, the Elder Council had every reason to be terrified that Meim were crossing the Milash. The past can't be helped, but hopefully we can work to a better future."
Rothan smiled sadly and dropped her hands to Sray's shoulders. "Yes, well, you better get your rest. You will want to be fully awake and ready. Rest well."
"You, too." They let go and turned to their own beds. Unrestricted by the Meim uniform now Sray shifted into her natural form and climbed up into the bed. The soft, overstuffed blankets felt amazing and inviting and she burrowed into them and tucked herself into a tight ball, firmly against one of the cold stone sides.
Miniwrimo is going well! Keeping up with and exceeding my counts thusfar!
Klamon have a split sleeping pattern, being especially active around sunrise and sunset and sleeping in the afternoons and late at night for anywhere from three to five hours at a time.
The structures were mostly carved out of the rock. Some had extra supports or awnings, removable roofs depending on the weather. The entrances to the individual dwellings were much shorter than Humans built for their doorways and slightly elevated off of the ground, designed to crawl through rather than walk. Most were just large enough to climb through. Rothan climbed through one such opening and Sray followed shortly behind. She had a sudden flash of memory when she stood on the other side.
Over fifteen years and Sray still recognized her aunt's home. It was cozy, the lights gave off a warm glow when Rothan turned them on, shining from their places high on the walls. Much among the Klamon was had in common. Food was prepared by and for the group as a whole so individual kitchens were not common. Instead there might be a small pantry to store incidental snacks for between meals.
The roof was low and Sray had to watch herself so she didn't brush her head against the low, rough-hewn rock ceiling. She remembered the room as so much larger, but she had only been ten when she was last there. They moved from the front room deeper into the dwelling. Meilah had moved out when he married so Sray was going to take his old place while she was there. The beds in the next room were cut into the wall like small cubby holes stacked along the wall. The bed was lined with cushioned blankets designed to be nested and burrowed into. There was a curtain that could be drawn across for privacy or to block light.
Sray started to remove her outer clothes, starting with the sash around her waist. She never had a taste for the official Meim garb and she was even more eager to rid herself of them here. It felt a bit sacriligous and disrespectful to wear them here, deep in Klamon territory and especially in her aunt's home. She didn't want to bring this here. The Meim had trespassed here before and she chaffed at being the one to carry the mantle and represent them here. This was far from how she had ever envisioned a return to Geteilpohth.
Sray pulled off her outer robe and shirt as they readied to bed down for the afternoon. The Elder Council wouldn't be meeting them until after sundown.
"What is that on your arm?" Rothan asked.
Sray looked down where Rothan was pointing. Sray's breath caught a moment and she touched the scar briefly with her fingers before pushing her loose hair back behind her ear. "That," she started and paused again as the flood of emotions associated with it threatened to overwhelm her. "That is where I was shot," she said quietly and folded the shirt before dropping it onto the robe.
"Where what?" Rothan repeated, her eyes widening and stepping closer.
"I was shot, Rothan, when I was on my way home at the end of my first year at Engama."
Rothan stared up at Sray in disbelief and touched her left arm where the thumbprint-sized scar interrupted the marking that traced her deltoid. Rothan's expression hardened. "Was it because you are Klamon?"
"Yes and no." Sray replied. "It was because the Brotherhood's leadership accepted me and some disagreed with that choice. Everyone involved in the attack are either dead or imprisoned now. The leadership seems to think my and Janef's presence among them is valuable. They are trying to see how valuable with this envoy."
Rothan looked up at Sray and brought her hands up to place them on either side of Sray's face. Sray repeated the gesture and leaned forward to press their foreheads together, closing her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sray." Rothan said. "I'm sorry you all could not have just stayed here. I'm so sorry," her voice started to roughen with emotion, "sorry that things happened the way they did and you all had to try to make it work in Ela'yas. You should have been here. They should have protected you. I should have done more, forgive me."
"What is there to forgive?" Sray pulled back and looked down at her aunt. "You did all you could. We have nothing but fond memories of you, Rothan. It was my grandfather and the Meim, not you, and after being among them, the Elder Council had every reason to be terrified that Meim were crossing the Milash. The past can't be helped, but hopefully we can work to a better future."
Rothan smiled sadly and dropped her hands to Sray's shoulders. "Yes, well, you better get your rest. You will want to be fully awake and ready. Rest well."
"You, too." They let go and turned to their own beds. Unrestricted by the Meim uniform now Sray shifted into her natural form and climbed up into the bed. The soft, overstuffed blankets felt amazing and inviting and she burrowed into them and tucked herself into a tight ball, firmly against one of the cold stone sides.
Miniwrimo is going well! Keeping up with and exceeding my counts thusfar!