 | I was giving blessing to ryma'at when they came. I knew it was just a matter of time considering the recent Misou of my father. Within 2 days the opposing clan had sold me to the Mytaranor. I was sent to serve on Savage, a local mining vessle. Mikal, my master, was stern but warm. He often requested that I dance during the meal hours. I spent most of my day making and repairing clothing for the miners, occassionally letting loose on the mynocks with a pistol. After 10 years he released me under the condition that I return once a year to dance for him during the Day of Darkness. I look forward to that day, if only to shed some light on his pursed brow. | |