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I had made a miraculous discover: nobody told stories about Kvothe the Anything here.
I am not afraid to admit that I have made a fine art out of eavesdropping. When your name is spoken as often as mine is, you learn how to...if only so that you can subtly set the story straight.
Or not, as the case may be.
I've been 'Kote' for long enough that, sometimes, Kvothe feels like somebody else entirely. I used to stand in the Wayfarer and listen to them telling the stories, ignore the way that Bast would look at me and try not to be irritated by the way that stories changed. But I became Kote for a reason; it was safer and easier and, more than that, it was quieter. It was quieter before the end.
Still, it seems like nobody had ever heard of me here so, maybe, it's safe to let a little more of Kvothe to the surface. Maybe I'm never going to full be Kvothe again but, sometimes, it doesn't do any harm to remember.
Which is how I came to be running through the Ketan of the shadow of a great silver tree. It's something that I've never really let go; the world might be in flux, nothing might make sense, but there is definite comfort in the Lethani.
Vashtet would have been so proud.
I'd just reached falling star, my body turned just so, when I realised I was not alone. I felt it as sharply as a blow across the shoulders from Vashtet.
"Hello," I said, and hoped I didn't look too much like a startled goat.
ooc: the Ketan is kind of like...ninja Taekwondo. If your pup is a fighter, it'd be pretty obvious how competent Kvothe is, thoug he'd deny it.
I am not afraid to admit that I have made a fine art out of eavesdropping. When your name is spoken as often as mine is, you learn how to...if only so that you can subtly set the story straight.
Or not, as the case may be.
I've been 'Kote' for long enough that, sometimes, Kvothe feels like somebody else entirely. I used to stand in the Wayfarer and listen to them telling the stories, ignore the way that Bast would look at me and try not to be irritated by the way that stories changed. But I became Kote for a reason; it was safer and easier and, more than that, it was quieter. It was quieter before the end.
Still, it seems like nobody had ever heard of me here so, maybe, it's safe to let a little more of Kvothe to the surface. Maybe I'm never going to full be Kvothe again but, sometimes, it doesn't do any harm to remember.
Which is how I came to be running through the Ketan of the shadow of a great silver tree. It's something that I've never really let go; the world might be in flux, nothing might make sense, but there is definite comfort in the Lethani.
Vashtet would have been so proud.
I'd just reached falling star, my body turned just so, when I realised I was not alone. I felt it as sharply as a blow across the shoulders from Vashtet.
"Hello," I said, and hoped I didn't look too much like a startled goat.
ooc: the Ketan is kind of like...ninja Taekwondo. If your pup is a fighter, it'd be pretty obvious how competent Kvothe is, thoug he'd deny it.