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| Book Information Letter to my Egg-Kin |
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| ID | 8515 | ||
| Collection | Solstice Summations | ||
<A crumpled letter written with an uncertain hand.>
When I first arrived here, to Shell-Tide Village, I came in search of aid. Strong warriors and guides who could help push back the fetid rot that had invaded Solstice.
How strange it was for me to learn your ways. This belief of ever-churning tides carrying discarded memories. Fragments of egg-kin cast into the River. I have met many tribes in my time and have grown to appreciate their individual beliefs. The hopes they place in the Hist, in each other. I was ready to keep the Tide at arm's length, like so many other wishful dreams, but then I met you.
My egg-brother.
How long has it been since I let myself remember you? Your laugh. Your shimmering scales. How you would click your tongue when our root-nurse scolded you. The way your spines flared when you were embarrassed.
I heard some Tide-Born speak of faint recollections. Dreams like small glimpses of the life they once led. I wonder, do you have such dreams? Do you remember the texture of the rotten trunk we would hide in? What about the sound of our egg-mother's voice as she called us home? Or, the bite of the wamasu that stole you from us?
I should have known we had strayed too far from our village. Far too close to its nest. But you had grown so curious about its eggs. The small, beating hearts inside their shells. All I wanted was to see your eyes glow like the lights that danced in the swamps at night.
You were so young. Perhaps young enough that these memories, of that beast, of me, are better left lost to the Void.
Of course, you as you are now. Tide-Born, reborn. It is perhaps unfair of me to place these scales on you. Especially now as you walk these sands fully recognized by your Tides in new scales all your own.
I take solace in knowing that this time, this new path you walk, you are not alone. You have an egg-sibling you can trust. One, I believe, that won't make the same mistakes I did.