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want to be attacked in your sleep and maimed or otherwise harmed. Happy move-in! Arcya’.
I laugh, checking for other things and finding a shirt with pants to match, not dissimilar from the pair I saw Arcya wear.
When I slip on my new outfit, it surprisingly fits me almost perfectly (the pants are slightly too short to be pants but not short enough to qualify as shorts). The outfit still manages to be practical and comfortable, despite the sort of rustic prettiness, and I can tell that wearing this outfit all day would be extremely easy.
Before I have time to enjoy my new outfit for too long, a large gong makes me realize that she was serious about the gong being a dinner bell.
The noise echoes and vibrates through my hut until I snap out of my strange stupor and walk out into the village.
Chapter 3
I can’t see any particularly large buildings, so I do what every sensible (and starved) person would do. I follow my nose to a building that seems even smaller than the other huts, if possible. When I tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge until a woman walked out.
She has a fearsome scowl on her face that I can’t resist wondering if Arcya is her relative, whether the woman’s daughter or niece.
“No food directly from the kitchen,” she spits, whirling back around and slamming the door.
Whew. That was a close one. I’m walking away when the door opens. I turn, only to get a bucketful of water in the face.
She mutters something about “Arcya needs to teach her a lesson” before slamming the door with just as much vigor and energy as she had before.
My hair drips while my stomach grumbles, and instead of following my nose, this time I follow the other people, who look at me weirdly. I guess either I’ll have to get used to that or they’ll have to get used to me. (By the way, the second option is probably not realistic at all. In case you didn’t know that I’m strange).
I wait for a bit when I see the hall they’re going into, just long enough for the sun to dry my hair. When I walk into the food hall, pretty much everyone’s already eating, and I awkwardly grab a plate, load it with this weird mush they call food, and sit down next to Ben, Lily, and Aria.
At least, I try to sit down next to them. Before I can do anything but smile at my friends and begin to say hi, Arcya grabs my arm, tugging me towards a head table that must be made up of the important people in the village.
“You have to greet them first,” she hisses through her teeth. “And anyways, you have to sit with me, and I’m not sitting with your friends.”
Bewildered, I look at her, even as she propels me forward. “What do I say?”
“‘You must forgive me for my lateness. May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar’. Then they’ll tell you ‘May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar’ and they’ll bow to you and you bow back, then you come and sit with me,” she whispers in my ear.
“Atry-whatsit?” I whisper back, but by then, I’m already in front of them and I’m desperately racking my brains in an attempt to remember what to say. So, instead, I do the gist of what she said, just more flowery.
“I humbly beseech of you forgiveness for my lateness. It is unforgivable. May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on your deserving personages. Atrey omnizer.”
It may be a bit of a stretch, and yeah, I guess it’s ‘omnizar’ not ‘omnizer’ and ‘atry’ not ‘atrey’, but I think they liked it because they smile at me before giving the rote response Arcya had told me they would.
“May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar,” says the oldest one, bowing in sync with the other ones.
I bow back and go to Arcya’s table, which has a few people that aren’t talking whatsoever.
“That was a disaster,” sighs Arcya.
“What’s with the ‘blessings of
I laugh, checking for other things and finding a shirt with pants to match, not dissimilar from the pair I saw Arcya wear.
When I slip on my new outfit, it surprisingly fits me almost perfectly (the pants are slightly too short to be pants but not short enough to qualify as shorts). The outfit still manages to be practical and comfortable, despite the sort of rustic prettiness, and I can tell that wearing this outfit all day would be extremely easy.
Before I have time to enjoy my new outfit for too long, a large gong makes me realize that she was serious about the gong being a dinner bell.
The noise echoes and vibrates through my hut until I snap out of my strange stupor and walk out into the village.
Chapter 3
I can’t see any particularly large buildings, so I do what every sensible (and starved) person would do. I follow my nose to a building that seems even smaller than the other huts, if possible. When I tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge until a woman walked out.
She has a fearsome scowl on her face that I can’t resist wondering if Arcya is her relative, whether the woman’s daughter or niece.
“No food directly from the kitchen,” she spits, whirling back around and slamming the door.
Whew. That was a close one. I’m walking away when the door opens. I turn, only to get a bucketful of water in the face.
She mutters something about “Arcya needs to teach her a lesson” before slamming the door with just as much vigor and energy as she had before.
My hair drips while my stomach grumbles, and instead of following my nose, this time I follow the other people, who look at me weirdly. I guess either I’ll have to get used to that or they’ll have to get used to me. (By the way, the second option is probably not realistic at all. In case you didn’t know that I’m strange).
I wait for a bit when I see the hall they’re going into, just long enough for the sun to dry my hair. When I walk into the food hall, pretty much everyone’s already eating, and I awkwardly grab a plate, load it with this weird mush they call food, and sit down next to Ben, Lily, and Aria.
At least, I try to sit down next to them. Before I can do anything but smile at my friends and begin to say hi, Arcya grabs my arm, tugging me towards a head table that must be made up of the important people in the village.
“You have to greet them first,” she hisses through her teeth. “And anyways, you have to sit with me, and I’m not sitting with your friends.”
Bewildered, I look at her, even as she propels me forward. “What do I say?”
“‘You must forgive me for my lateness. May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar’. Then they’ll tell you ‘May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar’ and they’ll bow to you and you bow back, then you come and sit with me,” she whispers in my ear.
“Atry-whatsit?” I whisper back, but by then, I’m already in front of them and I’m desperately racking my brains in an attempt to remember what to say. So, instead, I do the gist of what she said, just more flowery.
“I humbly beseech of you forgiveness for my lateness. It is unforgivable. May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on your deserving personages. Atrey omnizer.”
It may be a bit of a stretch, and yeah, I guess it’s ‘omnizar’ not ‘omnizer’ and ‘atry’ not ‘atrey’, but I think they liked it because they smile at me before giving the rote response Arcya had told me they would.
“May the blessings of Ajuhn be bestowed on you. Atry omnizar,” says the oldest one, bowing in sync with the other ones.
I bow back and go to Arcya’s table, which has a few people that aren’t talking whatsoever.
“That was a disaster,” sighs Arcya.
“What’s with the ‘blessings of
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