Heart of Dorkness Terror Thirty-Eight - Souvenir

Terror Thirty-Eight - Souvenir

Terror Thirty-Eight - Souvenir

Alright, I say as I stretch my arms way up above my head until my back crick-cracks. Thats the plan then.

Es leans back onto her bed, hands under her legs. Yup, she agrees.

Felix doesnt say anything, because she has her face pressed against the table across from and is making little shh-shh snores.

So, we cant really move ahead with all of this until... well, not quite tonight, but later.

Yeah, Es says. She glances back and out of the window behind her. The suns shining bright outside, and the city feels lively, even though were sequestered away in this little corner of it. So what do you want to do until then?

We could read stuff, I say with a glance to Ess library. She has one or two books I havent seen before. Shes real lucky, living in a big city where she can grab books so easily. Well, maybe not that easily now. Though, I guess I could do so reading at ho too.

I made sure to finish all the books I was reading before I left on my chore. That way I wouldnt be all fidgety with unfinished-book-syndro while away from ho. That doesnt an there arent a few hundred books I still want to read. My list is expansive and never ending.

Well, we could always move on to the next part early, though I dont think that would make things much faster, Es says.

Hmm, I say. Well, this is my first ti in Montele. Is there anything special we should look at?

Es hums. I guess. There are a bunch of temples that are neat to look at. Theres a great bazaar every morning too, right past the temple of Mortir. Theres neat stuff from around the world to look at there. When I have so ti and nothing to read, I like looking around.

Oh! I could get a gift for my mom! I say.

Es nods. That would be the place to find sothing. I bet shed be happy.

Yeah, I say as I jump up. That sounds like a great idea.

Theres also a lot of great food stalls around there.

Felixs head snaps up. Food? she asks.

I giggle, then Es does the sa.

Felix reaches up and tugs her blindfold up to blink dumbly at us. What? she asks.

Nothing, I say. Did you want to co? Ess going to show the bazaar, and were going to buy sothing for my mom. Then we can grab a bite to eat before we start the next phase of our plan.

Alright, Felix says. She rubs at her eyes, then stares at the eye-crud shes rubbed off, looking a bit confused before she wipes it off. We should probably bring all the stuff we need with us.

Oh, thats clever. Well need to find robes that fit from the pile. Es, do you have a spare bag we can put stuff in?

Sure, Es says.

What follows next is a couple of minutes where I try on a few of the robes. Its awkward to fit myself into them without taking off my cloak. I notice Es giving so strange looks at that, but I cant exactly remove it. At least shes not asking any questions.

These stink, Es complains. And so of these arent appropriate.

How so? I ask.

See the trim on the edges? Depending on the cut and colour, they tell people what sort of rank the wearer is. I hear that the god himself wears a similar robe, without any colours at all, under his heroic mantle.

Arent clothes worn by gods just normal clothes? I ask. Mom has a few nice dresses, but Id hardly consider them that special.

Es looks at , then shakes her head. Of course theyre special! Theyre gods clothes. Sheesh.

I shrug. Alright, if you say so. Did you find one that fits?

Yeah, I think most of the smaller ones are for younger acolytes, so thats good. One of us might have to be a full initiate, but maybe thatll help?

We can boss people around into doing what we tell them to, I say as I tug the robes hood over my cloaks. Its bigger, so thats great.

I guess, Es says. She disrobes and tosses hers onto the edge of her bed before folding it. Lets pack all of this away.

I remove mine and fold it up to help, then I do the sa with Felixs while she re-ties her blindfold. Headache again? I ask.

Felix nods. Looking makes feel dizzy too. Ill get used to it.

I pulled her into a side-long hug. Youll be okay. But if it gets worse, you tell , alright? We can figure sothing out.

Thank you, Felix says. She returns the hug, but its very reluctant. Thanks.

I giggle, then point to the door. Off we go?

Yup, Es says as she hefts up her backpack.

I let her lead us out of the room. She knows where shes going far better than I do. We say good day to Miss Gertrude, who is tucked away in a big sofa, a small dolly on her lap and a large book in hand. She barely acknowledges us, and yet I have the impression she did more observing in the seconds it takes to pass her than so people could manage in ten minutes of uninterrupted staring.

Es walks the streets of Montele the way I move around the corridors at ho. She just knows where shes going, and all of the shortcuts to get there. Felix and I stay a step behind her. She points to a few interesting places along the way, of course. Such and such bakery that makes good pies, and that store over there where there was a fire a few months ago.

Montele is so big its hard to wrap my head around the size of it. I think I could spend a day on each and every street, and by the ti a year passes I still wont have seen every house and building.

Our trip brings us to the temple of Mortir.

Its not a very fancy temple. Mortir is a strange god. Hes one of those Mom told not to anger, which makes him very scary. And he doesnt even have a magical domain, which is even stranger.

The temple is a simple, squarish building. All brick and very clean, with a well-trimd lawn next to it. Other than a small, understated symbol over the front, theres really nothing to say its a temple at all.

Behind it, on a long stretch of road, is the bazaar.

Little tents are set up equidistant from each other, with the exact sa tables behind them where rchants are selling all sorts of things. Theres a guard or two by the entrance, but Im hardly going to stare at them when theres so much to see in the bazaar.

Where do we start? I ask.

I like just walking around, Es says. The rchants dont like gawkers, but youre allowed as long as you dont bother people. I asked.

Neat, I say.

What do you want to get? Felix asks. From the way shes sniffing at the air, I think shes looking for the nearest food stand.

I was thinking a gift for my mom, I say. I... dont know what to get her, though.

Es shrugs. Is there sothing she wants? Ive never bought a gift for my mom, but I have for so of the librarians I work with.

I dont know if Mom needs anything... well, yes, she needs more hugs and a lot more love, but thats sothing I can give her already. I rub at my chin and think as hard as I can, but give up a bit after. Lets walk around and see. Maybe sothing will jump out at .

We start on the left, following a sign planted on the ground thats probably there to help direct the bit of traffic swinging around the bazaar. There are stalls with vases, and so with fresh flowers. One has a bunch of small toys, but Im too old for those, so I eye them before moving on.

One stall has a rchant haggling with a client over so pouches filled with spices, and another has a chant sleeping behind little paintings of the city from above. I consider getting one of those, but if Mom wanted to see Montele from above, shed fly over the city.

Are those statues? Felix asks.

I look out ahead and see a table covered in statues. Most are about a foot high, but the biggest reach up to my knees. Theyre made of marble, I think. White stone with grey and black streaks through it. Pretty, I say.

Those are all the gods and goddesses, I think, Es says as she cos closer and leans over a statue of the Three while holding onto the edge of her glasses.

Hey, mister? I ask the man behind the table. I have a great idea for a gift!

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