Centric
2013-03-16, 10:49 PM
OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=275717)
The little half of a black rock he kept in his deepest pocket was his secret. Though the reflection on its one smooth face was crude, it was enough to show him what he needed to see. And for that, it was a Vanity worthy of some awful punishment even if he was only eight. But Meril Tan was a good boy otherwise. He peered at the little reflection this early morning because he was terribly excited and didn't want to wake his grandfather who tired so easily. To his delight, one of his eyes was a light blue, the other a deep green.
The Bishops of the Prism had said that they, the Pilgrims, would come upon strangers today. They would be few, not many as in the town the Pilgrimage had passed by. They had been lucky to catch that revelation before last sundown, when light ceased to fuel the Scintillations and the Prism was put away for the night. The whole Pilgrimage had urged itself through the night, taking shifts of rest in the covered wagons they had with them, that they might reach the strangers sooner. Today, four Left Skies would be chosen to be the first to greet them, and he was ever so excited for that. Meril pocketed the rock, patted the wrinkles from his white robe, and jumped from the moving wagon to join the marchers.
A child like him would surely be chosen to set the strangers at ease.
The little half of a black rock he kept in his deepest pocket was his secret. Though the reflection on its one smooth face was crude, it was enough to show him what he needed to see. And for that, it was a Vanity worthy of some awful punishment even if he was only eight. But Meril Tan was a good boy otherwise. He peered at the little reflection this early morning because he was terribly excited and didn't want to wake his grandfather who tired so easily. To his delight, one of his eyes was a light blue, the other a deep green.
The Bishops of the Prism had said that they, the Pilgrims, would come upon strangers today. They would be few, not many as in the town the Pilgrimage had passed by. They had been lucky to catch that revelation before last sundown, when light ceased to fuel the Scintillations and the Prism was put away for the night. The whole Pilgrimage had urged itself through the night, taking shifts of rest in the covered wagons they had with them, that they might reach the strangers sooner. Today, four Left Skies would be chosen to be the first to greet them, and he was ever so excited for that. Meril pocketed the rock, patted the wrinkles from his white robe, and jumped from the moving wagon to join the marchers.
A child like him would surely be chosen to set the strangers at ease.