[ kaveh looks. tsuruno in her mask, carefully still like a bird in the bush. kaveh is all of a sudden glad that he has something to do with his hands. he stirs the vat and watches the chemicals mix. it reminds him a bit of the fontanian sea. the image comes as often as it does unbidden: a single, retreating ship carving apart the waves to a distant horizon. ]
After my mother left, [ kaveh begins, ] I was unsure of myself. I had lived on my own for a long while since then - not alone, but on my own - but I wasn't sure how to be alone, I think. I am in the Kshahrewar Darshan - we study machinery and engineering, architecture and craftsmanship. Alhaitham's Darshan is Haravatat - the study of semiotics and linguistics, the very pursuit of knowledge itself. I first met him when I went to the House of Daena and noticed a group of Haravatats gathered and mingling, and a single black-robed Haravatat junior sitting to the side as if he were excluded from the pack.
To me, it seemed like the Haravatat junior was in some sort of trouble. I was curious. I wanted to know why they'd excluded him, and if they ought to eat their words for it. I approached him. It wasn't long before I learned that his name was Alhaitham, and that he wasn't the one being excluded; rather, he wasn't interested in being with the others to begin with. I was curious as to why. It started there, I think, in that library, when we first met and our lives became intrinsically interwoven.
Did you know, Tsuruno? [ kaveh says, warming up to the conversation topic, ] He used to be so small that his Darshan robes swam around his ankles, and you could barely see where his arms began and his shoulders ended. He might've been shorter and smaller than you were now, with a countenance of a particularly morose twig. Could you imagine it?
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After my mother left, [ kaveh begins, ] I was unsure of myself. I had lived on my own for a long while since then - not alone, but on my own - but I wasn't sure how to be alone, I think. I am in the Kshahrewar Darshan - we study machinery and engineering, architecture and craftsmanship. Alhaitham's Darshan is Haravatat - the study of semiotics and linguistics, the very pursuit of knowledge itself. I first met him when I went to the House of Daena and noticed a group of Haravatats gathered and mingling, and a single black-robed Haravatat junior sitting to the side as if he were excluded from the pack.
To me, it seemed like the Haravatat junior was in some sort of trouble. I was curious. I wanted to know why they'd excluded him, and if they ought to eat their words for it. I approached him. It wasn't long before I learned that his name was Alhaitham, and that he wasn't the one being excluded; rather, he wasn't interested in being with the others to begin with. I was curious as to why. It started there, I think, in that library, when we first met and our lives became intrinsically interwoven.
Did you know, Tsuruno? [ kaveh says, warming up to the conversation topic, ] He used to be so small that his Darshan robes swam around his ankles, and you could barely see where his arms began and his shoulders ended. He might've been shorter and smaller than you were now, with a countenance of a particularly morose twig. Could you imagine it?