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More Rabbit Hole-ness.
(It's okay if you don't have a clue what it's about. I barely get it myself.)
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Orat, this is for everyone
I'm back. After all that, it doesn't seem like I've been gone very long. People look older though. Grey hair. That's hard to take. I suppose. I'm older too - at least in the sense that being frozen and thawed is none too good for your health.
Did I really do that? Freeze-and-travel both ways? I feel like as bold and crazy as a naked hunter.
I spent a few days outside of Hakidaen, recovering from thaw - and going through second-stage quarantine of course. All my signs were good. No wonder I felt like a wet deck. Exhausted. I hear it's a nice city.
I suppose the trip went well. I don't remember anything.
I'm staying here for a few days. I'm in no rush to go home.
I got to the yards just before midmorning Observances, no more than twelve clusters passed before they went silent. I stood quietly at the entrance to the shrine to Dead Mother Oak. It's a big easy-fab shed with no doors, but the grand carving of Her is nothing short of how I imagined her; weathered and worn and huge and solid, and abstract. The artist and I must have seen similar pictures as children or something.
When they left, I walked up through the smoke of twenty-four-odd candles to drop my note.
I'm sorry. I think I need to see other gods.
- Kazt
as I turned to leave, it caught on an ember: message received.
I wrote it in the care centre during the part of thaw where you tend to see gods. She'll understand I hope. Or she already knows.
So I guess I'm dropping the hint to you too. I can still tend the shrine we built out back, but I can't promise anything beyond that - nor rule it out.
The yards are busy; full of ships. They weren't like this when I left. Many bear the Kedzao-ekel crest - some new, some stenciled over older Kedzaoi signs, the clan from whom they fissured. It's big news if you follow it. It means that some people are making a lot of ties, a lot of well-speech, and probably a little open money. The traffic is high because they're putting cargo in holding for the new launch loop. I'll come back here in a few days to take one of the ships up the coast and home. But first I'm looking for work. I thought of salvage maybe, but I'm so practiced now that I couldn't stand to do it. I'll probably take a post on the upper Coast, maybe as far as the Ice. I could get work with either Kedzao: the old ("i") clan want my loyalty; the younger ("ekel"), my mind and skill.
Don't worry, I'll spend some time at home first. I know I'm wanted and useful there, and it's a part of me. And I look forward to Aunting. No reproduction for me yet. Not for years. I saved gametes before they put me in cryo. It's been on my mind. See if someone needs them.
The yards are beautiful. So cohesive and comprehensive. The ocean is the Way the old ones speak of, and in the ships's movements and organization, I see the Made Way. Mind you, some of the people who work here are salt-crusted cull-fodder. This is why I will work elswhere you see.
I see that Frvi never got the letter I wrote. I wish I knew that. Ze's off at fekking An-El-Nalrogeon - that's four and a half Terran years there and that again back. That's almost fourteen and a half of ours. I realize that I've missed three years each way, and six months there, but did no one think to write? To tell me that there'd be no delivery? That I'd come back to find him gone?
I'm angry. And I miss you all. I'll be coming home. I'm not looking for work out here because of it. I just need a change. It's been coming for a while. I've no temptation to jump house though, so rest easy. I want to come home more than ever.
Second-Eldest of the (soon to be second-) yougest generation
Kazt
(It's okay if you don't have a clue what it's about. I barely get it myself.)
Click on the tags for more.
Orat, this is for everyone
I'm back. After all that, it doesn't seem like I've been gone very long. People look older though. Grey hair. That's hard to take. I suppose. I'm older too - at least in the sense that being frozen and thawed is none too good for your health.
Did I really do that? Freeze-and-travel both ways? I feel like as bold and crazy as a naked hunter.
I spent a few days outside of Hakidaen, recovering from thaw - and going through second-stage quarantine of course. All my signs were good. No wonder I felt like a wet deck. Exhausted. I hear it's a nice city.
I suppose the trip went well. I don't remember anything.
I'm staying here for a few days. I'm in no rush to go home.
I got to the yards just before midmorning Observances, no more than twelve clusters passed before they went silent. I stood quietly at the entrance to the shrine to Dead Mother Oak. It's a big easy-fab shed with no doors, but the grand carving of Her is nothing short of how I imagined her; weathered and worn and huge and solid, and abstract. The artist and I must have seen similar pictures as children or something.
When they left, I walked up through the smoke of twenty-four-odd candles to drop my note.
I'm sorry. I think I need to see other gods.
- Kazt
as I turned to leave, it caught on an ember: message received.
I wrote it in the care centre during the part of thaw where you tend to see gods. She'll understand I hope. Or she already knows.
So I guess I'm dropping the hint to you too. I can still tend the shrine we built out back, but I can't promise anything beyond that - nor rule it out.
The yards are busy; full of ships. They weren't like this when I left. Many bear the Kedzao-ekel crest - some new, some stenciled over older Kedzaoi signs, the clan from whom they fissured. It's big news if you follow it. It means that some people are making a lot of ties, a lot of well-speech, and probably a little open money. The traffic is high because they're putting cargo in holding for the new launch loop. I'll come back here in a few days to take one of the ships up the coast and home. But first I'm looking for work. I thought of salvage maybe, but I'm so practiced now that I couldn't stand to do it. I'll probably take a post on the upper Coast, maybe as far as the Ice. I could get work with either Kedzao: the old ("i") clan want my loyalty; the younger ("ekel"), my mind and skill.
Don't worry, I'll spend some time at home first. I know I'm wanted and useful there, and it's a part of me. And I look forward to Aunting. No reproduction for me yet. Not for years. I saved gametes before they put me in cryo. It's been on my mind. See if someone needs them.
The yards are beautiful. So cohesive and comprehensive. The ocean is the Way the old ones speak of, and in the ships's movements and organization, I see the Made Way. Mind you, some of the people who work here are salt-crusted cull-fodder. This is why I will work elswhere you see.
I see that Frvi never got the letter I wrote. I wish I knew that. Ze's off at fekking An-El-Nalrogeon - that's four and a half Terran years there and that again back. That's almost fourteen and a half of ours. I realize that I've missed three years each way, and six months there, but did no one think to write? To tell me that there'd be no delivery? That I'd come back to find him gone?
I'm angry. And I miss you all. I'll be coming home. I'm not looking for work out here because of it. I just need a change. It's been coming for a while. I've no temptation to jump house though, so rest easy. I want to come home more than ever.
Second-Eldest of the (soon to be second-) yougest generation
Kazt