The Moving (continued)
When in front of the camp, Eleanide hesitated to pass the entrance. She saw Bipbip rush into the saddlebag she then pressed against her while muttering "Esperanza" and entered the camp. A guard called on her:
"Say, seamstress, what you doing?
– Um, I want to come in.
– I have trouble understanding: you lived in the forest, among the karas, you lived in the jungle, among the kamis and now you would like to live in Hidden Source among us, the marauds? What are you?
– I *lightly coughing* am a hominist.
– Ah? *the homin surprised* Explain to me.
– It's a long story that begins with my Fyros mother…
– Oh! *amazed*
– … And an unknown father. Once my 20 years have come, my mother left me on the Matis island. She made me drink a vial and said "White as you are, this will make it easier for you to be accepted here." I saw her disappear through the Roots, certainly in search of my father... On the island, I did my apprenticeship. I discovered drilling, hunting with Ephemede, magic with Glorfindel and mutual help thanks to the beautiful Sithi, always on the lookout for youngers to rez. Seeing her behaviour, I was thinking: Later, I will act as she does, I will help my neighbor. That's how I became a hominist thanks to a whitehorn."
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*Note of the translator: It is, I think, because of their pale complexion and their well-known arrogance, that Eleanide (and Eleanide only) commonly uses the French word "blanc-bec" to designate the Matis. For, if the literal translation of "blanc-bec" is "white-beak", this pejorative word indeed designates a pretentious novice, aka a greenhorn. Hence my strange translation.
When in front of the camp, Eleanide hesitated to pass the entrance. She saw Bipbip rush into the saddlebag she then pressed against her while muttering "Esperanza" and entered the camp. A guard called on her:
"Say, seamstress, what you doing?
– Um, I want to come in.
– I have trouble understanding: you lived in the forest, among the karas, you lived in the jungle, among the kamis and now you would like to live in Hidden Source among us, the marauds? What are you?
– I *lightly coughing* am a hominist.
– Ah? *the homin surprised* Explain to me.
– It's a long story that begins with my Fyros mother…
– Oh! *amazed*
– … And an unknown father. Once my 20 years have come, my mother left me on the Matis island. She made me drink a vial and said "White as you are, this will make it easier for you to be accepted here." I saw her disappear through the Roots, certainly in search of my father... On the island, I did my apprenticeship. I discovered drilling, hunting with Ephemede, magic with Glorfindel and mutual help thanks to the beautiful Sithi, always on the lookout for youngers to rez. Seeing her behaviour, I was thinking: Later, I will act as she does, I will help my neighbor. That's how I became a hominist thanks to a whitehorn."
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*Note of the translator: It is, I think, because of their pale complexion and their well-known arrogance, that Eleanide (and Eleanide only) commonly uses the French word "blanc-bec" to designate the Matis. For, if the literal translation of "blanc-bec" is "white-beak", this pejorative word indeed designates a pretentious novice, aka a greenhorn. Hence my strange translation.