10-13-2016, 01:57 PM
As the first to arrive, she watches those that come after with curiosity bright in her sea-green eyes. There is a bay mare - Sunday - and her easy smile toward Djinni is rewarded with a matching grin in greeting. Even if she is a stranger, Djinni has always been inclined to prefer smiling strangers over scowling ones. Next is Celeana, a tall young thing that seems hesitant about offering her body for use by the Sisterhood, followed by the white stranger Hybris.
It is then that Naga comes forward, taking the meeting from the mare assigned to lead it, and the grullo Djinni listens as she elaborates.
"That's not a caste then," she says, "those are three separate positions." Perhaps they don't value semantics in the same way Djinni does, but is that not a skill often possessed by those concerning themselves with diplomatic affairs? "They'll be historians." She adds, because the idea that Beqanna's spirits might commune with a trio of horses chosen by mortals simple because they were chosen is ridiculous, and giving credence to the idea that they'll be anything more than the keepers of history is ludicrous. There is value is storytellers, of course, but creating an entire ("entire" - 3) caste for them seems a terrible waste of time.
She doesn't have time to say anything more, as a wet black mare arrives and volunteers for one the the most idiotic positions that Djinni has ever heard of, It's not her fault, of course, but it does nothing to soften the hardened look that has begun to settle in Djinni's gaze. She is ready to speak up again, to contest the absurdity of blood lineage, when Lagertha speaks up from the back of the assembly.
Djinni finds herself nodding in agreement with the General's words. "What if the children were boys? Or girls who did not want the role? What if childbirth killed her? How many children would a mare have to birth before you would grant her permission stop trying? Would they choose the fathers, or would they be chosen for her?" Her first few questions are possibilities, the last few designed to poke holes in a poorly thought-out and executed plan.
Djinni loves history, but having to fuck and breed her way into a position gives her half a mind to set the sea to boiling before she tosses the whole Sisterhood in.
It is then that Naga comes forward, taking the meeting from the mare assigned to lead it, and the grullo Djinni listens as she elaborates.
"That's not a caste then," she says, "those are three separate positions." Perhaps they don't value semantics in the same way Djinni does, but is that not a skill often possessed by those concerning themselves with diplomatic affairs? "They'll be historians." She adds, because the idea that Beqanna's spirits might commune with a trio of horses chosen by mortals simple because they were chosen is ridiculous, and giving credence to the idea that they'll be anything more than the keepers of history is ludicrous. There is value is storytellers, of course, but creating an entire ("entire" - 3) caste for them seems a terrible waste of time.
She doesn't have time to say anything more, as a wet black mare arrives and volunteers for one the the most idiotic positions that Djinni has ever heard of, It's not her fault, of course, but it does nothing to soften the hardened look that has begun to settle in Djinni's gaze. She is ready to speak up again, to contest the absurdity of blood lineage, when Lagertha speaks up from the back of the assembly.
Djinni finds herself nodding in agreement with the General's words. "What if the children were boys? Or girls who did not want the role? What if childbirth killed her? How many children would a mare have to birth before you would grant her permission stop trying? Would they choose the fathers, or would they be chosen for her?" Her first few questions are possibilities, the last few designed to poke holes in a poorly thought-out and executed plan.
Djinni loves history, but having to fuck and breed her way into a position gives her half a mind to set the sea to boiling before she tosses the whole Sisterhood in.
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