Trohdwyr, an ychan/zmay/Merseian, had been chief gamekeeper to three generations of Vymezals;
Kossara learned Serbic from her parents, Anglic from a governess and archaic, mutated Eriau from Trohdwyr's family;
she also learned to walk by clinging to his tail.
Now she remembers:
Trohdwyr, who has died;
her father bugling an old Merseian war-song;
her mother singing an Eriau lullaby;
herself and her deceased fiance in an ychan boat on the Black Ocean in snow and ice when a sea beast broached;
herself on a gravbelt flight, glimpsing a campfire and landing to be gruffly greeted by great green hunters...
Suddenly, Kossara is not hungry...
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
I remember the conversation Chives and Kossara had. And I was reminded of Chives mentioning that chef-machine. I wonder how exactly such devices work?
Sean
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