[Without a human face to display the subtle movements of emotion, only a hard caprine skull, there are some who would not be able to tell very easily what it was this "man" was thinking. But a keen eye could pick out the tenseness humming through his body, the stiffness of the long, thin tail that extends from a hole slit in the back of his trousers, and the way... his fingers tighten on the railing when what they really want to do is clutch at his chest where that peculiar sensation lived.
This man... he has heard the talk that a woman named Yima, perhaps the woman who had come to him in the dreams he should not have, could grant wishes, or boons... but this?]
A shard?
[His voice cracks with the emotion his face does not show, straightening up suddenly from where he had leaned over the bridge to watch those below. The way the people here spoke of this woman... it was so like how the Black Children spoke of their "Mother"-]
Do you think I will mistake a hunk of rock for a child?
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This man... he has heard the talk that a woman named Yima, perhaps the woman who had come to him in the dreams he should not have, could grant wishes, or boons... but this?]
A shard?
[His voice cracks with the emotion his face does not show, straightening up suddenly from where he had leaned over the bridge to watch those below. The way the people here spoke of this woman... it was so like how the Black Children spoke of their "Mother"-]
Do you think I will mistake a hunk of rock for a child?
[- He does not understand. Not yet.]