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Posted on January 19, 2012 at 02:33:41 AM by e t a i n
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A wall, belonging to Shaman’s castle, he said. This was a perfectly reasonable explanation and if it were anyone but Etain they would nod and understand, putting castle and wall together in the way that educated people do, but the girl was anything but the smartest. Instead, a thought flashed through her head and she blurted without even thinking about what she was about to say. “A wall can own things?” Anyone else would have blushed at the stupidity of their question, but stupidity wasn’t even a word in Etain’s vocabulary. All she could think was that she had had no idea that walls could have possessions and she wondered if the walls at her old home had thought they owned the house. Etain did indeed keep her blue eyes on him, as she watched every movement with a flick of her eye. She wasn’t wary of this man that had popped out of somewhere, she was simply aware of the fact she had no clue. But people, movements and hunting she knew. If you were good at something, it came upon you naturally to rely on those skills to get you through when they could, and if they were useful well all the better. An Olympic sprinter wouldn’t suddenly climb onto a horse and attempt to do the course laid out for the equestrian time. Or even if they did, it wouldn’t go down overly well. It would depend if you were trying to create an impression or not, you’d certainly be remember for doing something so daring. Etain raised her head again and looked the king in the eye. Absentmindedly, she chewed at a finger while mumbling around it, “M’names Etain,” and she smiled, vaguely happily and vaguely interested in what was going on. “I’m a little hungry,” she admitted, “and thirsty. But I’m not quite sure where all of this is. I don’t know...” Etain was going to finish that sentence but then she realised that no matter how hard she bit her finger and scratched her head she wasn’t going to be able to honestly make this random appearance understand how out of place she felt. Etain dropped her hand and stared blankly at the wall. “What is Shaman?” she asked eagerly, “what does a castle really do?” Her wish for knowledge could really have done her a lot of good before she had fallen out of her own world and into this strange one. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.  |