I can honestly say I know what fear tastes like for the first time in an age when my CeeCee speaks as only children can and angers the serpent. This may have started out as a mere shared dream, but there is real danger in this. My lips pull back into a snarl as my arm encircles my daughter. Thankfully, she remembers one of the riddles I shared with her and manages to appease the beast. As do the others, and the Selkie woman answer the monster's riddle in kind.
The fisher-woman is spat back up, and the serpent retreats back into the sea. Releasing a breath I did not realize I was holding, I transform back into Arik, hoisting Cee Cee to my hip and resolving not to leave her side again. There are now more people, the ebb and flow of voices about us, and I don't care, I need to get---
"But why? Why would it want riddles?"
"Ask the fair man, He likes giving answers to that sort of question."
Look about to see some of the assembled looking towards me. "It was the way of things, ages ago." Look to the sea. "Riddles talk in circles, as many ancient things are wont to do. Also, it makes one think in new ways and directions, opening one's mind. I could say more, but I believe Aristotle covered it already in Rhetoric." I say with a shrug.
The Selkie woman gets more to the point, that it doesn't matter now because we are all still alive.
"Anyone got any idea what th'fuck's goin'on 'ere?"
Arch an eyebrow at that. Am I the only one that realizes what's going on? Should I tell them? "Let me as all of you a question; Does the word Excolo mean anything to anyone here?" Hopefully that will help.
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Date: 2011-03-20 12:07 am (UTC)The fisher-woman is spat back up, and the serpent retreats back into the sea. Releasing a breath I did not realize I was holding, I transform back into Arik, hoisting Cee Cee to my hip and resolving not to leave her side again. There are now more people, the ebb and flow of voices about us, and I don't care, I need to get---
"But why? Why would it want riddles?"
"Ask the fair man, He likes giving answers to that sort of question."
Look about to see some of the assembled looking towards me. "It was the way of things, ages ago." Look to the sea. "Riddles talk in circles, as many ancient things are wont to do. Also, it makes one think in new ways and directions, opening one's mind. I could say more, but I believe Aristotle covered it already in Rhetoric." I say with a shrug.
The Selkie woman gets more to the point, that it doesn't matter now because we are all still alive.
"Anyone got any idea what th'fuck's goin'on 'ere?"
Arch an eyebrow at that. Am I the only one that realizes what's going on? Should I tell them? "Let me as all of you a question; Does the word Excolo mean anything to anyone here?" Hopefully that will help.