What's My Name?
01-11-2017, 09:18 PM
The woman seemed to soften in the face of his inabilities. Even as he stuttered over his words she waited with patience and understanding that he was not accustomed too. It made him instantly suspicious, though he did his best to hide it. She asked about his alter, and Kaeci turned to give it a long stare. "It is an alter for the spirits that live here. I want them to know I'm here, and to wish them merriment." After all, spirits would only ever reciprocate what they were given. To wish them happiness and good fortune was to receive it. He reached out a paw, and gently nudged the sprig of elderberry so that it sat at a more attractive angle. He had known no law except the will of the spirits since being separated from his family. He remembered little except for their teachings. It's all I have, he wanted to tell her. Please understand. But Kaeci remained silent. It was hard to explain something no one else seemed to be able to see or feel. There was no point in bearing the depth of his fragility. He knew it was better if she did not know. Instead he attempted to press onto a distracting topic, something that would capture her interest and lead them in another direction entirely. She claimed to be a navigator and he latched onto it, quickly asking, "I'm looking for a land of high mountain peaks near a white sand beach, with marshes in the far east," he said, reciting all he could yet remember of his homeland. It was getting more and more difficult every time. "Do you know of anywhere like that?" Whispering voices cackled in his ears. He twitched them in an effort to brush them away but they would not go. Ignoring it would have to do. The woman called herself Jaelle, and introduced a small weasel creature names Goat... Giet? Something or other. Kaecious wasn't particularly concerned with the creatures name although he did bend down low to the ground to get a good look at him. "Fascinating," he said, but offered nothing else. Looking back at Jaelle he said, "My name is Kaecious Avenicci. I've strayed a bit far from home, I'm afriad." It was an understatement to say the least, but he hoped the stranger would ignore it entirely. It wasn't exactly a pleasant topic, and trying to recall what was slipping into the fog of his mind would only bring him stress and infirmity. Better to leave it alone, he swore to himself. |