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Curl it tight, seal the vial once more, loop the chain and drop it into the pocket on the inside of my inner tunic.
Yes, close to my heart like a secret, closer even than I carry the dagger or the libation-knife.
The only reason I didn’t write in blood is that it’s traceable.
The rite of adoption uses blood and beeswax, yes, bees like the ones in this inner garden. In the South Continent hinterland, there are no bees. There are other pollinators, of course, and there’s a whole ecosystem of plants and animals that have nothing to do with us. They were there long before we arrived here and they’ll probably be here long after we leave, by whatever path.
Thinking about really deep time is comfort, time so deep there are no humans in it after a while, in either direction.
The only reason she doesn’t write in blood is that it’s traceable. From character interviews for upcoming project,The Clone’s Complaint (NaNo 2016).
Intriguing snippet. Has me wanting to know more.
Fascinating snippet, makes me want to read the words before it and after it. I also enjoyed the segue to thinking about the time when people would be gone from the planet…excellent excerpt!
I agree with Jean. I wanted to read before and after. Love that she didn’t write in blood only because it was traceable!
Although this seems to meander in stream-of-consciousness fashion, the wanderings all hang together. That’s a tough goal to aim for, so congratulations.