May 12, 2012: My “Call of Nature/Origins & Creations” Giraffe Call.
And I wrote two throwbacks: the origins, or some of them, of Baram:
“Monster.” The witch twisted in Barypos’ arms and spat in his face. “Monster. Cretin. Beast.”
He lay his knife at her throat. “Soldier.” Her language wasn’t his, but they were close enough, and a warrior learned what he had to, fighting in these lands that weren’t home. “Father. Son.” He shrugged in apology. “I fight where I have to.”
“You killed my husband. My son. My baby.”…
… and the Aunt Family’s houses…
“Here.” Carrie and Thomas glanced at each other, and then back at the land, and nodded.
“The road’s almost here, it won’t take us much to bring it this far. We’ll put the main house right on the road, and then we can build two more there and there,” Carrie pointed down the road a ways, “and a small place over there.”
“Woah, woah.” Thomas grinned at Carrie. “The small house is for your sister, then? Sarah? What are the others for?”
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