by Dhanya on April 8th, 2010, 6:32 am
Acacia had the small Kelvic in the palm of her hand from the moment the beer hit the table. There were few things in life that were better than the simple joys and few simple joys that wouldn't win the fondness of a Kelvic. At least, the fondness of Pygmy. She wasn't aware but it was somewhat instinctual. She was drawn to kindness, in the same way she was drawn to finding a Master. Consciously she thought of neither more than rarely, it was a desire she was unaware of for the most part.
"Pygmy!" She replied, quickly taking a sip of her beer and enjoying the caramel aftertaste.
Drykas were good at beer. Pygmy liked the Drykas.
"I was born in Sylira." She said, ready to fulfill her end of their amiable exchange. "In a grand house, to Katya, the greatest hunter in the region."
She hadn't begun to knowingly lie yet. In her mind, her mother had been the best hunter she had ever met and she had met a few. Hunting for sport seemed a useless pursuit to Pygmy but it had given her mother some happiness. Katya had rarely been happy in Jenon's house.
"My mother was a wolf, with a clever nose and quick feet. She could hear a twig snap from a mile away and she could read weather like a writer reads a book. She was stolen from her home and my father when she was pregnant, by slavers. It took ten of them to bring her down and it was only when they threatened my unborn life that she surrendered." Pygmy's eyes were bright and her voice was warm and vibrant.
Her mother had told her the story of how they had come to be at Jenon's house as truthfully as possible and if Pygmy had wracked her brains she could have remembered all of it. She simply preferred to take the dramatic parts that had stuck in her memory and supplement them with whatever made the story flow best. She wanted her mother to be remembered as a hero because to Pygmy, she always had been.
"She was bought by a wizard, a tall and emotionless man who was strong with magic. All kinds! Hypnotism and reimancy. His mansion was the biggest in the city, with rooms for the servants and his work and for my mother and me." Pygmy paused and took a drink again, then sighed dramatically. "I was of course, a disappointment. A farm animal born to a warrior. Who would want such a creature?"
Jenon was a fucking prick, far as she was concerned. She might normally have felt more charitably towards him but it was story time and story time called for a villain and he was a good bloody fit. Pygmy had in many ways considered him a father and a good father didn't sell of his daughter because he wanted a new hat. Pygmy had taken to assuming he had wanted a hat, since she had seen him eyeing them and complaining of their expense.
"I am, however, much more than that." Pygmy added, allowing the inflation of her worth to settle in for a moment. "Although perhaps I am pressing my boring story on you, I'd hate to do that."
This telling stories business was a bit like singing. Pygmy felt as though she was pressing for an encore.
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