She slips in a quick compliment and then goes on to explain, "Polyhymnia is a Muse of poetry and hymn and agriculture. People often do not think those go together, but farming has its rhythms too."
"I can see that, I think," I say thoughtfully. I mean, we have never actually been in the habit of farming, but we've seen it enough, and there's a pattern to it... "I think most things do," I say. "People, we like patterns, we're good with finding them and making them. It gives us a place to start from, knowing something familiar, you know?"
And then I'm about to ask a question but she answers it, explains muse and goes on to ask "Tereixa, that is an unusual name. Do you know its provenance?"
"It was my great-aunt's, too," I say, "and it's from Galicia, but that's way way away, over the sea. I've never been. It's something like Teresa, but there's no-one specific there, I think. Just a few ladies who generally go out of their way to help people." Like redheads in Excolo, I guess, and I smile a bit.
"So the church of the Christ-god is new?" she says, and I nod. "I hope to build a temple, in time. For now our services are held in our orchard, or the house. If you are ever interested, you should come along."
"I think I'd like that, sometime," I say, and I think I will, 'cause... well, she seems nice, and I'm curious, and Bringer of Life who's about doing good work and living in peace sounds a hell of a lot nicer than a certain god dragging his sorry drunken ass around this town. If Ladon shows up too, it'd be nicer to meet her. "When are they?"
"Is there any worship at the carnival? I have seen tent revivals go hand in hand with carnivals on my travels," and I know it's a perfectly normal question but it brings Genny to mind and I can feel my face falling, all quick and sudden as if I'd been slapped. I hike a smile back up but it's thinner, I can feel it.
"No," I say, "I mean, not really, no. There's-- one of my old friends, she's gotten-- she's started worshipping a god, and she's kind of getting lost in it." I try to put a lighter spin on it, but I don't know how well it's working. "Worse than a girl with a new crush. But she's the only one who ever gets way wrapped up in it, and there's nothing organized or anything, you know?" I shake my head and manage a shrug, and realize I'm fidgeting a bit, one foot tapping at the air. "Uhm. Would you like a smoke? Mind if I do?"
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"I can see that, I think," I say thoughtfully. I mean, we have never actually been in the habit of farming, but we've seen it enough, and there's a pattern to it... "I think most things do," I say. "People, we like patterns, we're good with finding them and making them. It gives us a place to start from, knowing something familiar, you know?"
And then I'm about to ask a question but she answers it, explains muse and goes on to ask "Tereixa, that is an unusual name. Do you know its provenance?"
"It was my great-aunt's, too," I say, "and it's from Galicia, but that's way way away, over the sea. I've never been. It's something like Teresa, but there's no-one specific there, I think. Just a few ladies who generally go out of their way to help people." Like redheads in Excolo, I guess, and I smile a bit.
"So the church of the Christ-god is new?" she says, and I nod. "I hope to build a temple, in time. For now our services are held in our orchard, or the house. If you are ever interested, you should come along."
"I think I'd like that, sometime," I say, and I think I will, 'cause... well, she seems nice, and I'm curious, and Bringer of Life who's about doing good work and living in peace sounds a hell of a lot nicer than a certain god dragging his sorry drunken ass around this town. If Ladon shows up too, it'd be nicer to meet her. "When are they?"
"Is there any worship at the carnival? I have seen tent revivals go hand in hand with carnivals on my travels," and I know it's a perfectly normal question but it brings Genny to mind and I can feel my face falling, all quick and sudden as if I'd been slapped. I hike a smile back up but it's thinner, I can feel it.
"No," I say, "I mean, not really, no. There's-- one of my old friends, she's gotten-- she's started worshipping a god, and she's kind of getting lost in it." I try to put a lighter spin on it, but I don't know how well it's working. "Worse than a girl with a new crush. But she's the only one who ever gets way wrapped up in it, and there's nothing organized or anything, you know?" I shake my head and manage a shrug, and realize I'm fidgeting a bit, one foot tapping at the air. "Uhm. Would you like a smoke? Mind if I do?"