Completed [Winter: Day 24, 512- Shuuda Day 14] Sharing in Lessons.

[Singh Re Naphu]

Singh sighed as her sister dragged her on. Esha was on a mission, she intended to drag poor Singh all the way to the orphanage so they both could share each others gifts. Singh had gotten Esha a scroll which detailed a sword movement that Esha had been trying to teach herself but continuously got wrong. Esha had given Singh a scroll which told of far off lands. Of a city that was full of illusion and seemed alive it's self. Singh remembers trying not to cry when she opened it. They were many blocks away from the orphanage and Esha was becoming fussy, "Come now Singh. It's not that far of a walk. Keep up." Singh rolled her eyes and walked a couple passes before tugging Esha back. Something had caught her eye. Esha almost fell but quickly caught her balance and turned to her glig a little flustered, "What?" Singh didn't turn to look at her sister. Only stared at a little Eypharian girl who was huddled in the alley way. She appeared to be hugging something close to her, a small bundle. Esha followed her gaze and her need to rush slowly seeped away, "Oh, okay." Esha whispered. Singh nodded her head and slowly turned to look at her sister. Esha nodded and let go of Singh, stepping back she turned to walk to a near by friend of hers to commune with. Singh glanced at the little girl then around her. Some of the vendors were open and some were at their homes already. Deciding what she was going to do she stole at glance at Esha. Esha happened to be having a friendly talk with the other Eypharian who seemed over joyed about their gift. Esha sensing her sister looking at her glanced at her winked. Shaking her head Singh turned fully to the vendors. There were many choices but the vendor who had food and another that had blankets caught her eyes. Cutting across the street she caught the vendor. She pointed to some Jerked beef and a couple things of milk. The man seemed to take her silence as a weekness and smiled a foxes smile, " That will be 12gm." Singh shook her head. "12gm is a mighty low price." Again Singh shook her head, "If I wanted to pay 12gm for a gallon of milk and a pound of jerked beef I wouldn't get it from a simple stall vendor." The man looked at her with surprise. He suffled a little bit before scratching the back of his neck with one of his upper of three arms, "Look, I gotta make a livin and can't do it if you don't pay a simple price." "You won't make a living if you don't lower the price." A voice spoke from behind her. Singh recognized the voice of her glig and nodded. The man looked between the two and scratched his bald head. He appeared a little stressed at the sight of the twins. Esha wrapped herself around Singh and layed her head on Singhs shoulder, "I say 9gm max is a little over priced but if you're trying to make a living I guess we could spare some money. Right Singh?" Singh nodded her head and turned to the vendor. He looked stressed and defeated and continued to rub parts of his neck or head. Sighing he slumped his shoulders, "Fine 9gm. Take your beef and milk and leave me." Singh pulled out 9gm and handed it before grabbing her items. Esha let go of her sister and waited till Singh turned before she said something. Singh knew Esha knew that Singh could still hear her but the thought of trying to keep Singh innocent made her smile on the inside. Esha told the man that it was Shuuda and he shouldn't be making exaggerated deals on people, and that his price haggling was a disgrace. Hiding her smile Singh faced the child again. She girl seemed to be staring down at her bundle. Observing the child more Singh guessed she couldn't be more than 15. Fear crept up into Singh but Esha wrapped an arm around Singh when she felt Singh start to cringe and freeze up. Placing a kiss on her head Esha whispered in Singh's ear, "Hey, forget it. If you really don't want to we can go home but she needs your help. Go to her, you can do it." Singh nodded and took a breathe in. Detaching herself from her sister Singh began to try to cross the street again.

[Sebastion]

prompt : Random wiki page to involve in Shim's story? Gadgeteering Shim was in a whistling mood. Now to whistle required a small container of water on hand for the instant Shim's lips dried the lovely melodic sound turned into a hoarse frog croak. That aside, the Pycon didn't mind much, he liked the sound of his voice croaking or no, but others didn't seem to have the same ears he did, so he attempted to keep his mouth as moist as possible. He was not precisely in the market for anything today, but he saw Snowflake slathering at the idea of some roasted meat, and led the riding dog over to check out the stall. All he received was a disgusted look from the vendor, who shooed him away with multiple arms, muttering about women cheating him out of hard earned Mizas. Shim clucked his tongue: Some people just woke up on the wrong side of the bed he supposed, and there was simply nothing he could do about it. Shim took note of how healthy Snowflake's coat seemed to be getting, only about a week sleeping in a nice bed and actually eating all her food and the sled dog had perked right up. He still tried to avoid heading to the market in the heat of the day for the sake of her jet black fur, but right now the temperature had begun to moderate as Syna fell in the sky, and the Pycon atop his dog could remain in the shadows. The Pycon had a bit of a hankering to talk to someone, however. If there was one thing Shim loved to do, it was talk...yet most Eypharian's grew sick of his talking after barely a chime. He set Snow off at a trot and his head began rotating this way and that...there must be someone, anyone who would enjoy a talk with a Pycon...right?

[Singh Re Naphu]

Singh had to dodge a couple people but she was able to make it to the other side without loosing any items. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small brown figure sitting on an animal of sorts that was heading this way. She didn't like to look she was seeing from the corner of her eye but she ignored it, knowing if the creature was to cause a problem Esha would take care of it. Finally coming up to the child Singh stopped. The girl was clutching the bundle closer to her chest as she laid eyes on the twins. No once seemed to like the presence of the twins at this time and it puzzled her. Twins were usually a good sign and also mean't the season they were born in was usually a good time for healthy children. Putting two arms behind her back Singh brought the ones that held the items she bought forward slowly. Esha stayed a little behind with her hands clasped in front of her. The girl's eyes darted between the two in fear and Singh's throat constricted in fear herself. Esha spoke for Singh, "Go ahead. Take it. It would ease and please my glig if you did, Child." The girls eye's danced to Esha and back to the food. But still she wouldn't take it. A whimper came from the bundle as the little Eypharian squeezed. Holding in a whimper herself Singh sighed and dropped to her knees. Pulling her dress up with one of her other hands. She could see the creature from before getting closer so she quickly stole a glance back to her sister. Esha nodded in understanding and bowed to the Eypharian girl, "Pardon. It seems I have something else to take care of." Turning Esha walked to intercept the creature. Turning her gaze back to the Eypharian child she glanced at the bundle. Fear crept to the surface but she smiled none the less. When the little Eypharian looked like she was going to talk Singh held in any words she though. "You have to be the Eypharian I had heard of." The girls voice was dry and cracked. It sounded strangled and full of fear. Singh felt the tears in the back of her eyes but slowly nodded her head. " My parents told me stories of gligs who were born into good life's but something in their parents past caused harm to the first born of the gligs. Is this true?" Singh shook her head and held back her fear, "Me and my sister were born into a great life. But it was not my parent's past, for my hus.." he voice cracked and faltered, "my husband's past hurt us. And as for the first born, our mothers Midwife has never told and will never tell who was born first. Her own beliefs refuse to allow age as a power. Here take this, you and your child will need it." The girl did not reach for the food but merlly stood looking slightly shamed. She turned away before speaking again, "I fear my past is the ruin of this child." Singh couldn't deal with it anymore. She set the food near the girl and moved to walk away, "Then right the wrong." Singh didn't look back at the girl. She only walked to see her sister standing in front of a female Pycon on the back of a dog. Esha seemed delighted by the sight but Singh glared at it. Of course Esha would be the one to find a toy creature 'fun' while Singh had been the one to find sadness in the time of Shuuda. She shot a jealous look at her sister before stepping to where only a mere 6 inches parted the girls. Singh would watch how this played out, her sister had supported her but was back up so Singh would do the same. Silently that is.

[Sebastion]

He had been looking entirely the wrong way when the elegant eypharian woman came out of the alley and stopped in front of him. The jet black dog beneath his legs snorted a little and Shim's head whirled around to face the figure. He was confused at first. He was used to being met with awe and delight, or revulsion and disgust. This person seemed to be on the lesser side of awe, yet she said nothing to him, just stared. Shim perked up at the very idea of being noticed, however, and straightened his paltry six inches on Snow's saddle pad. "Greetings! This one's name is Shim, short for Sebastion Hyacinth Isabella Mordecai. He is pleased to meet this Eypharian, pray tell would she mind imparting her own name? Shim considers introductions OH, so important you see, as does Snowflake." He patted the the sled dog's side who had stepped forward with her moist nose to inspect the trim woman. Esha would notice the deep baritone of the feminine formed Pycon, who had four arms to match her own, clearly in love with the Eypharian shape. As he spoke he noticed another figure emerge from the alley and his dull eyes widened to see that they both looked so similar! "Shim imagines this is your sister?" He inquired politely to Esha. "These Eypharians, so blessed to have so much beauty, Shim is in awe of your splendor, every day he is, every day." It seemed the little clay man was working himself into a tizzy with all the excitment. To be fair it didn't take much to get the Pycon going, and he clearly hadn't had enough stimulus today, which explained why he was getting excited at strangers staring at him like a circus sideshow...which he couldn't deny he sort of was.

[Singh Re Naphu]

Singh's eyebrows rose to the skys as the woman..or rather man spoke. His voice low and gravely. Esha's eyes seemed to brighten even more than before. Esha glanced at her sister for permission, Singh nodded and Esha smiled wickedly. "I am Esha Re Naphu, daughter of Kasia Re Naphu and NePon Re Naphu. Esha is short for nothing. This is Singh Re Naphu also the daughter of Kasia Re Naphu and NePon Re Naphu." Esha pointed to herself and then Singh directing Shims attention to who was who. Singh rolled her eyes at her sister. Singh studied the Pycon. Yes it appeared female but the voice was male, narrowing her eyes she glanced at her sister. Having to lower her eyes to actually see her sister Singh sighed. Of course Esha would be petting the dog. "Hey there. Your coat is so shinny. Who's a good girl? Yes you are." Singh nudged Esha when she was too busy petting the dog. "Oh right yes." Esha stood and directed her attention to the Pycon, "Blessed is definitely a word to be used. But I see it more as a gift." As to prove her point Esha posed slightly. Popping a hip out with two hand behind her back and the other set on her hips. Singh didn't copy her sister but she did nod her head in agreement. Singh nudged her sister again and pointed the direction they had once been going. Esha looked at her, then the Pycon, and then the direction and shrugged, "We have all day Singh. No need to rush." Singh glared at her sister, "You dear sister, were the one who was rushing me." Esha waved her hand in dismiss, "Oh hush. I can be the crazy one and you be the reasonable one later. For now sit back and enjoy the entertainment." Singh only glanced at the Pycon before locking eyes with her sister and sighing. Releasing the tension in her shoulders Singh rolled them and adjusted herself. her lower back was starting to hurt from all the perfect stance while walking.

[Sebastion]

If there was one thing that could be said for Eypharians, they never sold themselves short. Shim was simply enthralled by their names, and despite the fact that Singh seemed less than thrilled to be dealing with the Pycon, her sister's enthusiasm more than made up for this fact for the little clay man. Snowflake closed her eyes a little in contentment at the attention, and Shim chuckled heartily, a sound that reverberated through his small frame. "Esha and Singh, beautiful, simply beautiful. Shim is most fortunate to have met you, it must have been Harameus himself who brought us together!" He clapped in delight as Esha posed for him, and as they walked so too did he, nudging the dog slightly with both feet to signal heeling to their new companions as they walked down the street. Shim was not oblivious to the fact that his presence with the two women would surely draw incredulity and a touch of disdain for others, but he decided he might as well enjoy the time while he had it, he so loved talking to people. "Shim trusts that Singh and Esha are both greatly enjoying Shuuda and all it has to offer?" Dull eyes looked up expectantly at the two women, curious and eager.

[Singh Re Naphu]

Singh very much so would have loved to rolled her eyes at the Pycon but Esha politely sent her a disapproving glare before beaming a smiling nod as Shim exclaimed his glee in meeting the gligs. As Esha and Shim continued to talk Singh began to focus more on her surroundings. As the three passed by a small group of Eypharian women Singh noted that their once loud talking became harsh whispers and pointed eye's to the group. Singh did not like it. When she caught the eye of one of them she glared and then turned her face forward with her nose in the air just in time to here Shim ask,"Shim trusts that Singh and Esha are both greatly enjoying Shuuda and all it has to offer?" Singh looked at her sister expectantly. Esha glanced at her and sighed, Singh knew her sister's wish for Singh to talk more but it wasn't going to start with a toy creature. Esha turned her sighed frown into a smile as she turned back to the Pycon, "Shuuda has been kind to everyone this year. Singh has given me a scroll of a movement I can teach to the eager and I have given Singh a scroll that tells of a far city of Illusions so she can read it to those who haven't the will to pick up a sword." Esha snickered at the thought and Singh rose the hand with her tattoo to smack her sister. Esha looked at her with big innocent eyes and was given an eye roll in return, "Not all wish to learn the art's of playing with sticks." Singh laughed a little at her sisters face as it contorted into a small fit of anger. Esha hated it when Singh would demean her sword play. Esha opened her mouth to rebut but Singh turned to the Pycon and asked, "What of you?" Singh could feel Esha's glare but chose to ignore it. Fair was fair.

[Sebastion]

Shim was practically bouncing up and down with excitement, an action which Snowflake never took kindly too being the object on which this movement was taken out upon. He listened contendedly laughed at the wonderful banter between the sister's, and could nearly faint with joy when the taciturn one who looked at him as most did actually acknowledge his presence. He had been asked a question, even if it had been a polite acknowledgement of social graces, it was an allowance for Shim to talk, and there were few things in Mizahar that Shim liked more than talking. "Well Shim is thoroughly enjoying Shuuda! His faith is to that of the great and all knowing Harameus, whose constant effect on Mizahar is the reason for his own insignificant creation you see, but Dira will claim Shim in her embrace and he respects all deities for their power and wonder of all kinds! He has made an offering to her temple and loves the stories that are told about her...this is the day of her own stories is it not?" He did not wait for an answer for this question. "Singh nor Esha is required to respond, Shim knows it is a silly question for he has asked many people many times over the days, and has long since memorized them. He has not received or given a braid alas, for he has no one to give it to save Snow, who while kind and wonderful, doesn't have the appendages or independent consciousness to buy, make, and return a braid to Shim, which is a shame, but not unexpected. But Shim tries not to dwell on these thoughts, for there are so many other wonderful things about this celbration, and stories are one of them. Might Shim trouble Esha and Singh with the time it would take him to tell them a short tale? He doesn't wish to encroach upon their valuable time, yet he would most love to continue speaking with them, perhaps entertain a bit further?" He plied the trait he knew he possessed as a small clay creation: That of a toy of entertainment for the high and mighty Eypharians. He also knew his time was short, it wouldn't be long before Singh was able to pull her sister away from his attention, or perhaps Esha grew bored with the idea that was the Pycon. Shim was not one to waste an opportunity, and thus leapt upon it furiously, body humming in his saddle pad.

[Singh Re Naphu]

Singh could still feel her sisters heated glare but knew Esha would soon recover. Singh actually listened to the Pycon as it spoke. She noted that it was so excited that the creature was bouncing and receiving ill looks from those around and from the dog. Singh snickered pocking her sister to get her attention back on Shim. Esha rolled her eyes but did so. When Esha went to answer the Pycon's questions she was interrupted as Shim continued to continue talking. Singh's eyebrows rose at the ill manner and quickly glanced over to her sister who seemed not to mind. Esha sent her sister a pointed look and smiled at the Pycon. Singh rolled hers and dropped the look. When Shim asked to two if he might trouble them with a tale Singh watched as her sister seemed to jump at the thought. Though before Esha replied she gathered herself and looked to Singh, "Dearest sister." Singh rolled her eyes, "Might we stay? Please? It's still morning and the Orphans are not expecting us till midday!" Esha looked ready to burst. Singh eyed her sister suspiciously, crossing both sets of arms, "You rush, yet in time of talk you pause." Esha lowered her head in submission and nodded faintly, "As you wish." But Singh clicked her tongue, "Jumping to ends again." Esha rose her head with a new glint in her eyes, "So we can stay." Rolling her eyes at her glig and raising her head to the sky she let our a breath. She wondered how they ended sisters sometimes. Pulling her head back to her sister Singh nodded once. Esha pulled her cross sister into a hug and quickly set herself right. Turning to Shim, who no doubt was going to fall out of his ride if he did not calm down, she beamed, "A place to sit as of first? Your dog looks as if it's going to collapse and Singh will not stand to hear a story unless in comfort." Singh rose an eyebrow at her sister's accusation. Payback was in debt many times today.

[Sebastion]

In nervous anticipation the Pycon waited for their response. The exchanges between the siblings was nearly entertainment enough for the fascinated being. The eyes rolls, the entire conversations exchanged between them with the throw of a haughty glare or measured taciturn silence was the sort of casual dramatics one would expect to see in a play put on public display. Shim vaguely wondered how wonderful high class parties were like, where a single expression and sly comment could turn an entire gathering on its head. The idea of participating in one of these galas was slim to none, but the very idea of it filled the Pycon with glee. So much so he nearly missed the fact that the two women were willing to hear him out. "A place to sit, of course! To stand and tell stories would be quite rude, would it not? Shim finds his mannerisms sometimes lacking, as Singh and Esha have surely surmised, it will take him some time he thinks to fully accommodate to Eypharian standards." With energy and mannerisms like Shim had, it was highly unlikely that he would ever accommodate to Eypharian standards, but that was really besides the point. Snowflake eagerly led the small group towards a shaded pavilion, elegant cloth hung out to shade its occupants from Syna's harsh rays on intense days. There were no chairs, but comfortable cushions, pillows, and blankets strewn about the area. The massive Zypherian sled dog lay down, depositing her charge who slid onto a large pillow like a toy doll. He took a few ticks to arrange himself in a seated position, the cushy nature of the material getting in his way as he attempted to position himself, but finally he managed. He waited the appropriate amount of time for both of the Eypharian sisters to make sure they were comfortable before he cleared his throat. "The tale Shim wishes to tell is that of the seeking of knowledge, for which there is no greater reward." He smiled, letting the words sink in, wondering exactly what he was going to tell a tale about. To be sure he hadn't had one in mind upon requesting the sister's time, but they needn't know that. Stories were easy to tell, or so Shim thought to himself. Stories involved great adventure and wonderful heroes, a bit of sorrow but mostly imagination, and Shim had lots of the last part, so he figured it would fill in all the other areas accordingly. Taking his audience in mind he began his tale. "The hero of the story is a mixed blood by the name of Rhaskar, born to a human mother and an Eypharian father. He was an elegant child, beautiful by human standards, yet lacking by Eypharian one's because of the understandable lesser breeding." Shim noted this detail as coolly and calculated as the most flippant Eypharian before continuing. "Shim will refer to Rhaskar as Kar for the rest of the tale, for it is shorter to say and Shim greatly enjoys the way the short syllable clicks in his mouth. Kar was a studious child, curious and always willing to learn. He was raised in the streets of Ahnatep, abandoned by his father who was a member of the West Winds, and tended to his mother as best he could from an early age, a hardy soul despite his misfortune of birth right." The Pycon shook his head a bit sadly here. "He begged for food, and snuck into libraries and places of learning in his free time, teaching himself to read and write, and becoming a bit of philosopher in his own time. Over the course of years he grew bitter of his mother, furious at the blood she had given him that made him the mixed blood he was. He began to neglect his care for her, and she so heavily relied on Kar, she sank into a depression, not eating or working. After several months she fell ill, a strange sickness of the mind and body that resulted in grotesque alterations of the skin." It was clear Shim was beginning to truly get into his tale, he leaned forward and his voice got lower with the importance of the tale. "She was able to hide these deformities at first, from her son and the community, but when they began to appear on her face, black globs of flesh that leaked juices too horrible to describe any further, the city took notice. She was seen as a leper and the very inkling of the potential for her condition to spread made it clear she needed to be herded out of the city immediately. Now Kar was bitter, but he had a kind heart, and when he realized his actions had been the true reason for his mother's illness, he could not help but feel overwhelming guilt at his actions. He took it as his personal mission to escort his mother to Hai, the only place in Ekytol that would accept her, knowing he might never be able to return to his home in Ahnatep..." The Pycon paused there, looking to see how his audience was receiving the tale. Snowflake had fallen asleep, head laying amidst her big furry paws, ears twitching slightly as a stray mosquito found its way towards her flesh. This reaction, however, was something Shim was used to, for Snow always fell asleep to his tales...perhaps it was the sound of his voice. The reactions he was truly keen on, however, were Esha and Singh, and clay red eyes slowly panned across the pavilion to see how they were enjoying the story.