Tuesday, August 23, 2016

For the Love of Gulbfish and a Lie - Part One

There are times when I make these posts, and then realize I've made a terrible mistake.

This post is one of those times.

However, I'm not going to say what the mistake was. Chances are, you won't see it if I don't make the mistake of pointing it out. Then I'll just fix it later, and no one will ever know.

For those of you who do, congrats on the eagle eyes.

Now you're all going to be looking for it - heehee! :-)

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For the Love of Gulbfish and a Lie - Part One
By Dianna Zaragoza
A side story from the novel 'Sanctuary', Book One of the Gilesian Trilogy
 
The teacher Jong’Gin talked on and on about the history of the colony, the geography of what was known up to the Line of Darkness, while his bride and third looked on with admiration shining in their eyes, and glances that indicated intimate jokes.
Mageid Araba of section Nevahi didn’t know how much longer he could stay awake, listening to the drone of his youngling’s new first, but it pleased him that the triad ceremony progressed so much better than he’d hoped.
 
The cavern chosen for the festivities had been newly hollowed out and oxygenated, although the other younglings, the very young, required only the sun’s rays, and many holes in the ceiling provided easy access to the sun and the warmth of the cavern floor. Holograms of attractive second-stage Gilesians moved around the rooms with grace and with focus, wrapped in cloths that lit the room in bright yellows, providing light to each room. Lots of singing, the hums of the festival singers performing the latest ode to Cidvec and his memories.
Mageid listened to the tones as they rose and fell, at once in unison, and then in beautiful harmony. He appreciated those who still wished to bring a spiritual feeling to such events, even though he himself was not what he would call religious. The songs still evoked memories of his childhood back on the home world – such a poignant time.

Sitting next to each other on some polished green rocks, the head of the one of the tallos mines in Section Yendon, a reviewer of Earth language, and a human conservationist were gesturing quickly in contact language. Their occasional spoken use of language indicated a vigorous debate, concerning those banished to Earth who were accused of coitus mortem – deadly sex with humans – and their various opinions on the practice.
Some agreed with the thoughts of the Quorum, that such activity was the heighth of irresponsibility. Others wondered aloud what the Upper Triad would do, which caused a greater debate on the role of spirituality in society, and whether or not it should be applied to such practical matters.
It was nothing he hadn’t heard before in public gatherings, and it comforted him that such debates continued to be spoken of openly. It was when such talk went away that the pressure grew, that feelings rose like a slumbering volcano waiting to erupt. The airing of controversy was what kept life calm and orderly, as he liked it.
Another small group spoke of Cidvec and his prophecies, but only in contact language. Such talk was truly controversial, and especially so when the human girl was mentioned. Mageid grazed their arms, pretending to have come by only as jostled by others. In that one moment, he heard part of the conversation –
‘…Do you think the humans should be culled if their numbers grow too great?...’
‘…or perhaps just the girl herself…’
‘…the humans will kill her themselves, there will be no need of our interference…
‘…perhaps Baldassin thinks…’
 
Mageid broke the connection as one turned to throw a sharp look at him for invading their privacy without contribution. He nodded in apology, and walked towards the food cavern with a heavy heart that there were those among his people that would even consider human death as a solution to any challenge.
Still, he reminded himself, thought didn’t move into the realm of crime or shame until it turned the robes red, and their robes never even approached that color. Nothing to fear. Alarming topics, but still spoken in an agreeable fashion.
The younglings and their third guardians outside the cavern hopped up and down, playing a game of trying to see inside as he first smelled the aroma.
“Oh, make me a pleasant altar – is it time?”
The cavern was filled top to bottom with delicacies, all set about in a charming disorder – sun-warmed roast almatar in a green jelly sauce, fragrant valfern with vegetables and zumey grains in a tureen, flowered greens steaming hot…
“Not time yet, sir. A few tics more.” Jacubinia, a beautiful hologram glowing bright yellow with swirls of green, moved her way around the kitchen.
“Ah but please…I must see the gulb icefish with the sun glaze. They promised me it would be served tonight…”
Jacubinia smiled. “You must wait. The eggs hatch momentarily…”

Before she could continue, a yellow light in the center of the ceiling glowed softly, capturing both their attention...
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Click back tomorrow for Part Two...

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