She saw him kneel down and squealed that odd small-child-squeal. "A piggyback ride!" She quickly climbed onto his shoulders and held onto his neck. As he stood up, she still couldn't see her mother in the tide of Eypharians. Where could she be, and how could she be so hard to notice? It wasn't as if Chaktawe looked like Eypharians. Skin may be similar, but other than that, they were different. Very different. And they annoyed her. So elitist, so racist. All they cared for was how they looked, and she could tell this from just visiting Ahnatep for a day. So instead, she comforted herself with what her mother had said to her the day they lost Pasho. And, in case Sahreni wanted to listen, she spoke in Common. She did want him to listen. "We both have lost someone. Someone important to us, far more important than anyone will guess, and far more special than someone could know. She was the light in our eyes, and it isn't fair that she had to leave us. No words could bring her back, no hopes will find her. But some day, someone will come who will fill the void. It will not be soon, and it may take your entire life for it to come true. But someone, be it her or someone else, will make you whole again." She stopped, and looked around. She still couldn't see her mother, and it seemed as if they barely moved through the crowd. Not that she could tell, anyways. Everyone looked the same: Multi-armed, bright, and all too colourful. "Eywaat, please help me find my mother." |