“May I?” Caides looked up from the day’s notes, reiterating several ideas in his workbooks. A Radiant – one from the meetings – beckoned towards the open seat. The sentinel nodded, returning to work.
The silence was comfortable, the clergyman ordering something to eat then resuming his seat. Caides’ eyes flicked up every now and then to examine him; the Radiant sat easy in his simple clothing, the insignia of his cult on his chest. A peculiar mark sat on each shoulder of the smock, a triangle with eight lines entering and leaving its sides.
“I would ask what it is you’ve got there, but I have a feeling we’ve already discussed it.” The Radiant smiled, motioning to Caides’ notes as he took a bite of lunch. Caides looked up blankly. It had been some time since the leader had dealt with the politics of other nations.
“I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. Seraph Toreh Zhark, a member of the Seven of the Radiant.” Fists together, Toreh bowed slightly in acknowledgement. He had done the same to Caides during the earlier meeting with the rest of the Seven and Caides’ own team.
“Toreh Zhark.” The word seemed round, rolling around Caides’ tongue like a soft sweet or liquor. The way Toreh pronounced it like a breath of fresh air, so naturally, made Caides sound like a dolt, stumbling over the …show more content…
With a grumble the sentinel flipped to a new page, scrawling out his name in the sharp script of the Federation, turning the book to show Toreh. When returned with a puzzled look, Caides continued on to explain how to pronounce his name. The first few symbols were boxy and closed, marking Caides’ first name: ‘say’, ‘dess’, and a letter to mark other sound changes. The next few spelled out his last: ‘in’, ‘see’, and ‘la’. Together, they made: “Caides Innsila.” The sentinel echoed the name alone. It always sounded sharp to the tongue, like the axes Caides’ particular tribe was know for. Sharp, with a fine
The silence was comfortable, the clergyman ordering something to eat then resuming his seat. Caides’ eyes flicked up every now and then to examine him; the Radiant sat easy in his simple clothing, the insignia of his cult on his chest. A peculiar mark sat on each shoulder of the smock, a triangle with eight lines entering and leaving its sides.
“I would ask what it is you’ve got there, but I have a feeling we’ve already discussed it.” The Radiant smiled, motioning to Caides’ notes as he took a bite of lunch. Caides looked up blankly. It had been some time since the leader had dealt with the politics of other nations.
“I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. Seraph Toreh Zhark, a member of the Seven of the Radiant.” Fists together, Toreh bowed slightly in acknowledgement. He had done the same to Caides during the earlier meeting with the rest of the Seven and Caides’ own team.
“Toreh Zhark.” The word seemed round, rolling around Caides’ tongue like a soft sweet or liquor. The way Toreh pronounced it like a breath of fresh air, so naturally, made Caides sound like a dolt, stumbling over the …show more content…
With a grumble the sentinel flipped to a new page, scrawling out his name in the sharp script of the Federation, turning the book to show Toreh. When returned with a puzzled look, Caides continued on to explain how to pronounce his name. The first few symbols were boxy and closed, marking Caides’ first name: ‘say’, ‘dess’, and a letter to mark other sound changes. The next few spelled out his last: ‘in’, ‘see’, and ‘la’. Together, they made: “Caides Innsila.” The sentinel echoed the name alone. It always sounded sharp to the tongue, like the axes Caides’ particular tribe was know for. Sharp, with a fine