Delani long believed in the power of knowledge; it had control over the mind moreso than anything else in this world. It taught one lessons, carried wisdom, and simply opened the mind to all kinds of possibilities. But knowledge was only useful if one bore at least a modicum of imagination. In that, the older woman was not lacking as she reflected on a time long ago, before things grew more difficult; before things grew complicated. Before she spoke to her cousin of leaving the Drykas, likely forever.
Time stamp: Fall 1, 486
"Come on, Vanny, hurry up!" Delani called, the not quite seven year old signed from ahead, that whimsical spirit having led the child ahead of the family. It was fall and the cold winds off the southern sea meant warm clothes and a bitter winter. But it also meant one final chance to explore.
Her mother had done her hair up in a pretty split-braid, the small twirls of hair secured from the sides of her head to her back, giving her the impression of a pigtail. Malkar had promised to take her to the Hymnal Caverns, and with the summer trades having gone so well, he had decided to make it a fun outting for her and some of the other children in the Denusk pavilion. Mostly, it would be a lesson in history for the young ones. There were a few distant cousins and outer-pavilion relatives who'd volunteered, figuring if nothing else they could do some fishing at the seaside near the caverns.
This was a lesson that all young Drykas must understand, for there was great history to know within these caves. How could you truly understand who you were without knowing where you came from?
The little girl was thicker than some of the other kids in the pavilion, though not fat exactly. She was just a little huskier; and yet, during this phase, it was made up for by her ingenious mind. She picked up on everything that was thrown at her at a remarkable pace, walking sooner, talking earlier, riding ponies almost as proficiently as adults (if one could get her to focus that young, of course!). To Delani it was all about learning; the only child of the youngest brother of the Ankal simply wanted to know!
Laughing, she reached the trail that led down into the caverns below, peeking over the edge to the sea below and grinning. "Why's it called the Hymnal caverns, Vanny? Do the caves sing? Are there ghosts in there? I bet there are; ooh can you talk to ghosts? Do they talk back? Come on, hurry before father calls us back! I wanna see how far we can go!"
xTime stamp: Fall 1, 486
"Come on, Vanny, hurry up!" Delani called, the not quite seven year old signed from ahead, that whimsical spirit having led the child ahead of the family. It was fall and the cold winds off the southern sea meant warm clothes and a bitter winter. But it also meant one final chance to explore.
Her mother had done her hair up in a pretty split-braid, the small twirls of hair secured from the sides of her head to her back, giving her the impression of a pigtail. Malkar had promised to take her to the Hymnal Caverns, and with the summer trades having gone so well, he had decided to make it a fun outting for her and some of the other children in the Denusk pavilion. Mostly, it would be a lesson in history for the young ones. There were a few distant cousins and outer-pavilion relatives who'd volunteered, figuring if nothing else they could do some fishing at the seaside near the caverns.
This was a lesson that all young Drykas must understand, for there was great history to know within these caves. How could you truly understand who you were without knowing where you came from?
The little girl was thicker than some of the other kids in the pavilion, though not fat exactly. She was just a little huskier; and yet, during this phase, it was made up for by her ingenious mind. She picked up on everything that was thrown at her at a remarkable pace, walking sooner, talking earlier, riding ponies almost as proficiently as adults (if one could get her to focus that young, of course!). To Delani it was all about learning; the only child of the youngest brother of the Ankal simply wanted to know!
Laughing, she reached the trail that led down into the caverns below, peeking over the edge to the sea below and grinning. "Why's it called the Hymnal caverns, Vanny? Do the caves sing? Are there ghosts in there? I bet there are; ooh can you talk to ghosts? Do they talk back? Come on, hurry before father calls us back! I wanna see how far we can go!"