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[April 11, 2007][Original] Shepherds and Servants in the Tisbahl
Title: Shepherds and Servants in the Tisbahl
Day/Theme: April 11, 2007 existence
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Galann, Kayfalei
Rating: PG-13
"Ah, how sweet it is to be alive!" Galann sighed lightly. He flopped back into the hay and breathed in a large whiff of its muted but sweet scent. He didn't know how it had happened- he had been sure the inquisitioner general would have him killed, but Wednesday had simply had him carted off to the Tisbahl region relatively unharmed. There had been questioning of an intense sort in that little office in the basement, but Galann had valiantly fought to tell as few things as possible. He had been vague and slow to speak. Perhaps he had come off as a bit stupid. Whatever the reason, he was now a Third Class Citizen in Tisbahl and not a corpse swinging from the hangman's noose.
Kayfalei laughed at the new arrival. She agreed it was much better to be alive than dead, but he could not worship any more freely in the Tisbahl than in the capital, and he had lost a great degree of independence and privileges in the shift. "Galann, don't wear your o-al openly like that," she chided in a motherly tone, prompting the former baker's apprentice to hurriedly take his three-part pendant off and hide it in his pocket. "There is no open practice in Tisbahl...unless you want to be fed to the wild beasts," she said as well, her voice growing colder with the reality of the situation.
"Tell me, Kay," he whispered, "Who are the shepherds of the village?"
The tall woman appreciated his use of code. "Only me," she replied.
"Kay, don't tease me!" Galann responded somewhat louder than before.
"It's true," Kayfalei insisted. "All of them were being discovered and killed, so Father Birmha appointed me with an emergency commission of war." She looked so stern Galann could not believe this to be anything but the truth. "You were surprised, right? Now don't speak more of it. No one should guess."
Galann sat up and gaped at her, "To think I'm living in such times! For a woman to be-!"
The local woman rolled her eyes immaturely, "Oh, just shut up, Galann, unless you want me t force you to call me 'Father Kay.'"
He squirmed uncomfortably, but smiled, "Err, no ma'am."
Day/Theme: April 11, 2007 existence
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Galann, Kayfalei
Rating: PG-13
"Ah, how sweet it is to be alive!" Galann sighed lightly. He flopped back into the hay and breathed in a large whiff of its muted but sweet scent. He didn't know how it had happened- he had been sure the inquisitioner general would have him killed, but Wednesday had simply had him carted off to the Tisbahl region relatively unharmed. There had been questioning of an intense sort in that little office in the basement, but Galann had valiantly fought to tell as few things as possible. He had been vague and slow to speak. Perhaps he had come off as a bit stupid. Whatever the reason, he was now a Third Class Citizen in Tisbahl and not a corpse swinging from the hangman's noose.
Kayfalei laughed at the new arrival. She agreed it was much better to be alive than dead, but he could not worship any more freely in the Tisbahl than in the capital, and he had lost a great degree of independence and privileges in the shift. "Galann, don't wear your o-al openly like that," she chided in a motherly tone, prompting the former baker's apprentice to hurriedly take his three-part pendant off and hide it in his pocket. "There is no open practice in Tisbahl...unless you want to be fed to the wild beasts," she said as well, her voice growing colder with the reality of the situation.
"Tell me, Kay," he whispered, "Who are the shepherds of the village?"
The tall woman appreciated his use of code. "Only me," she replied.
"Kay, don't tease me!" Galann responded somewhat louder than before.
"It's true," Kayfalei insisted. "All of them were being discovered and killed, so Father Birmha appointed me with an emergency commission of war." She looked so stern Galann could not believe this to be anything but the truth. "You were surprised, right? Now don't speak more of it. No one should guess."
Galann sat up and gaped at her, "To think I'm living in such times! For a woman to be-!"
The local woman rolled her eyes immaturely, "Oh, just shut up, Galann, unless you want me t force you to call me 'Father Kay.'"
He squirmed uncomfortably, but smiled, "Err, no ma'am."