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Today, Helen has been five years at the House of Uquar, and the Hands acknowledge it with quietly fond blessings as they passed her in the halls, if they remember it is her birthday at all. Few of those who dedicate themselves to the dusty tomes do remember; their minds are so full of facts and figures that the present day always comes as a surprise.
Helen’s back is straight, but her face is only half-covered with hair (the rest tucked behind an ear) with a small pleased smile occasionally tugging at the side of her lip. She’s made it two thirds of the way to adulthood, and at ten she is still young enough to think that an accomplishment indeed.
After the mid-day meal comes to an end the head Hand asks to talk to her with the same hushed voice that everyone uses in the main rooms, where Hands study and consult.
“You will be finishing your primary studies soon, Haras-uquara. You should think of how you wish to serve Uquar in your free hours for the next years.”
Helen nods, hair falling into her face as she thinks, and parts ways with him.
She wants to serve out of doors, in the bright and shining light and heat of the desert sands, but she dislikes the labor that never seems to make a lasting impression that most who serve under the sun must bear.
This will take some thought.
Helen’s back is straight, but her face is only half-covered with hair (the rest tucked behind an ear) with a small pleased smile occasionally tugging at the side of her lip. She’s made it two thirds of the way to adulthood, and at ten she is still young enough to think that an accomplishment indeed.
After the mid-day meal comes to an end the head Hand asks to talk to her with the same hushed voice that everyone uses in the main rooms, where Hands study and consult.
“You will be finishing your primary studies soon, Haras-uquara. You should think of how you wish to serve Uquar in your free hours for the next years.”
Helen nods, hair falling into her face as she thinks, and parts ways with him.
She wants to serve out of doors, in the bright and shining light and heat of the desert sands, but she dislikes the labor that never seems to make a lasting impression that most who serve under the sun must bear.
This will take some thought.