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[May 30] [Original] Stories of the Catalonian Sky
Title: Stories of the Catalonian Sky
Day/Theme: May 30, 2010 "I am remembering you"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Page, Saselia, Bashir, etc.
Rating: PG
None of them had any familiarity with Catalonian rites of mourning, so they didn't know what kind of behavior to expect from Page. As far as Bashir could tell, she was acting about the same as a Silesian would under the circumstances, just with less praying. For all he knew, she was doing that as well, just not where he could see her. The traditional Catalonian religion focused on three main deities. He didn't know who they spoke to about the dead. He didn't know what Catalonians thought happened to the dead, for that matter.
"His spirit has gone on to the sky," Page said toward evening. She could identify many constellations by name. She began picking them out as soon as they first appeared. She called the compass star "the Jewel of the Goddess," and the Bow of Murzhan she named as the "Bowl of Hotiao."
"Who taught you so much about the stars?" Saselia wondered. She was impressed by all this knowledge. She had heard that in Catalonia, fortunes were told based on the stars. The king himself was insistent on having his astral horoscope laid out each year by a talented committee of court wizards and expert star readers.
"My parents taught me some of it, but the one who really made me good at it was Master Simmo. He was born under a bad combination of stars. There's no such thing as a single bad star- all of them are innately positive- but there are bad configurations. He always wondered how true the star forecasting was. It was interesting, because until recently, I didn't think he felt unlucky at all. It never even bothered him that he was half Ghiran."
"Half Ghiran? Did I hear you properly?" Fado asked. "I didn't know that."
"It's not like it made much difference. He didn't see himself as Ghiran at all, the same as most half-Ghirans of about his age." She could remember other people like that living in Fennacy. You couldn't tell their background unless you asked it. Everyone knew about the Ghiran invasions though, so it wasn't considered polite to ask about it. To be both Ghiran and Catalonian, in either land, was to be subject to shame.
"Is there, um, anything else you'd like us to do for you, Page?" Saselia ventured. Her smile was not timid, but it was a bit crooked.
"No, no, you've all done plenty for me already, with the cremation and everything, and now by escorting me to the ferry."
"You're just too sweet to ask, aren't you?!" Saselia sighed and threw her arms around Page, pulling her sideways in an awkward hug.
"You're too accommodating!" Page countered, but she didn't fight the hug. Saselia, so open and easy to love, was much like Simmo.
Day/Theme: May 30, 2010 "I am remembering you"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Page, Saselia, Bashir, etc.
Rating: PG
None of them had any familiarity with Catalonian rites of mourning, so they didn't know what kind of behavior to expect from Page. As far as Bashir could tell, she was acting about the same as a Silesian would under the circumstances, just with less praying. For all he knew, she was doing that as well, just not where he could see her. The traditional Catalonian religion focused on three main deities. He didn't know who they spoke to about the dead. He didn't know what Catalonians thought happened to the dead, for that matter.
"His spirit has gone on to the sky," Page said toward evening. She could identify many constellations by name. She began picking them out as soon as they first appeared. She called the compass star "the Jewel of the Goddess," and the Bow of Murzhan she named as the "Bowl of Hotiao."
"Who taught you so much about the stars?" Saselia wondered. She was impressed by all this knowledge. She had heard that in Catalonia, fortunes were told based on the stars. The king himself was insistent on having his astral horoscope laid out each year by a talented committee of court wizards and expert star readers.
"My parents taught me some of it, but the one who really made me good at it was Master Simmo. He was born under a bad combination of stars. There's no such thing as a single bad star- all of them are innately positive- but there are bad configurations. He always wondered how true the star forecasting was. It was interesting, because until recently, I didn't think he felt unlucky at all. It never even bothered him that he was half Ghiran."
"Half Ghiran? Did I hear you properly?" Fado asked. "I didn't know that."
"It's not like it made much difference. He didn't see himself as Ghiran at all, the same as most half-Ghirans of about his age." She could remember other people like that living in Fennacy. You couldn't tell their background unless you asked it. Everyone knew about the Ghiran invasions though, so it wasn't considered polite to ask about it. To be both Ghiran and Catalonian, in either land, was to be subject to shame.
"Is there, um, anything else you'd like us to do for you, Page?" Saselia ventured. Her smile was not timid, but it was a bit crooked.
"No, no, you've all done plenty for me already, with the cremation and everything, and now by escorting me to the ferry."
"You're just too sweet to ask, aren't you?!" Saselia sighed and threw her arms around Page, pulling her sideways in an awkward hug.
"You're too accommodating!" Page countered, but she didn't fight the hug. Saselia, so open and easy to love, was much like Simmo.