The diary
When Elea was passing fore the guard, she had got into the habit of stopping and chatting with him. But for a few days she had not seen him. Until the day when *toc toc*...
"Yes?
– I am your building caretaker, you have some visit: a young guard.
– Ah?" Wait, I am coming down.
– Hey the seamstress!
– Oh it's you. *smiles*
– So, I spoke to the sage of the camp.
– Ah, there's one?
– Um... Yes, and he told me to bring you to him.
– Ah? Such a mystery..."
*They went to a shack not far away. Well, it must be said that the camp is not very large. Elea entered and saluted an old homin who seems not so unknown to her.*
"Hello, the pickaxe. As you are hanging on your legs around here, you may as well be useful at something. Rather than break the guards' concentration with your stories, you're going to enliven vigils for young recruits.
– Bah, I'm not a storyteller nor a trainer. Won't be objective. I see Atys through my eyes.
– Yes, yes, that's what we want: a look neither kara nor kami but ancient. Um... But do not convert them to hominism, yeah! They are there to learn how to fight, including with words.
– Um, but what will I, me, tell these, your little ones?
– You do not have a diary like all hominas?
– Yes, but, um ... I relate there my strolls, my discoveries, my thoughts, my loves. *blushes*
– Yes, yes. Well you'll sort it out, just tell them not... you know what.
– I'll think about it.
– But it's a no-brainer! You won't enjoy the place without investing yourself. Come on, go to work. You begin next week."
When Elea was passing fore the guard, she had got into the habit of stopping and chatting with him. But for a few days she had not seen him. Until the day when *toc toc*...
"Yes?
– I am your building caretaker, you have some visit: a young guard.
– Ah?" Wait, I am coming down.
– Hey the seamstress!
– Oh it's you. *smiles*
– So, I spoke to the sage of the camp.
– Ah, there's one?
– Um... Yes, and he told me to bring you to him.
– Ah? Such a mystery..."
*They went to a shack not far away. Well, it must be said that the camp is not very large. Elea entered and saluted an old homin who seems not so unknown to her.*
"Hello, the pickaxe. As you are hanging on your legs around here, you may as well be useful at something. Rather than break the guards' concentration with your stories, you're going to enliven vigils for young recruits.
– Bah, I'm not a storyteller nor a trainer. Won't be objective. I see Atys through my eyes.
– Yes, yes, that's what we want: a look neither kara nor kami but ancient. Um... But do not convert them to hominism, yeah! They are there to learn how to fight, including with words.
– Um, but what will I, me, tell these, your little ones?
– You do not have a diary like all hominas?
– Yes, but, um ... I relate there my strolls, my discoveries, my thoughts, my loves. *blushes*
– Yes, yes. Well you'll sort it out, just tell them not... you know what.
– I'll think about it.
– But it's a no-brainer! You won't enjoy the place without investing yourself. Come on, go to work. You begin next week."