Numbed to Dance/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
A sharp cry stabbed me awake. It sounded familar, but I could not comprehend what it was at first.
"The 'Expression' is today!"
Immediately, with the rushing fight to get to the Regimen on time, my feet stumbled over the wooden planks and the sliding door. In the halls, everyone was walking down in unison in perfect preparation. Perhaps thought extended into sleep.
Tardiness is not important, but being first is. Before any person should be able to walk in the doors of intellect, the “complex” should be leading and teaching them at the same time. Who is, without a doubt, me.
From there, all of the interpreters were strolling down as I glided past them. There was Polly twitching his eyes around the halls, and Lalasu (or whatever his name was) accompanying that brown canine that never speaks, and there was also Khovab openly expressing himself to Salmah with passion. Basically, everyone was there, heading to the Regimen.
Trotting down the stairs was no distraction as it was seeing Moderator Elleai ahead of me. Her hair flowed down with her as the brisking wind brought her flawless body of movement to justice.
“Yes, yes,” she nodded to Interpreter Myaari. “Maybe that is how it’s supposed to be.”
He smiled. “Maybe.” As I thwarted to them, he looked back at me. “You look like you’re looking for something.”
“Move it.”
“Hey, hey,” he grabbed my puffy sleeve. “What do you think you’re doing talking to me like that?”
“You were walking in my way.” I pulled onward.
“Savoice,” Moderator Elleai’s voice interluded. “Do not disrespect executives. Isn’t that a rule?”
The Regimen is just ahead. There is no point to press on the lacking conversation. There is the door, anyway.
Right there was Dojyu Coffnaigh—already there first. “Savoice, you are just a determined individual, yet difficult to commit to.”
“Is the meeting starting now?”
“What do you think? I have to get the door opened.”
Everyone else caught up to me and Dojyu Coffnaigh. They seemed more of obligated, while I was required. Many of them, as always, were slouched in their standing. While amidst that, that long-eared, fearless individual transformed red as he transported through the wall to open the door.
“Savoice, why were you rushing so much?” Lovopian said.
“I have the means to be first in line, no matter what the meeting may be. What place were you in?”
“Do you always see life as a competition?”
“Do you?”
“I wouldn’t see why I would have to. Everything is just competitive for no reason.”
From there, the the door creaked open with Dojyu Coffnaigh presenting himself. All of the interpreters walked in, as the inclination to lead settled in. I had to be the first to see Najarv’sye.
Najarv’sye froze blinking hard, sitting in the chair as the first in the place redeemed of him. His glasses were off, as they were on the floor, and his scarf seemed sloppy without proper neck fixture.
Who would I want to sit with today? All of the interpreters were coming in with no rush, as I stood by the tables in hesitation of designation. Najarv’sye was sitting at the front on the elevated podium. I sat to the table and chair nearest of him. Beside me came Polly.
“Savoice, you are so fast. You are good at sneaking down the lines and stuff.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, but it’s rude.”
I glared at him, and then looked back at Najarv’sye. “Hey, what is he going to talk about today?”
“How am I supposed to know that? That’s why we have to wait for ‘em to talk and finish and stuff...”
“To talk?”
“Savoice,” Interpreter Myaari knocked on the table, “Next time you barge in line like that, you are going to get another notice from the executives.”
“What do you mean, not--?”
“A notice is when you are docked for being able to stay in the District of Turiah,” Polly said. “If you get, maybe...”
“Four,” Interpreter Myaari said. “Four notices mean that you won’t live here anymore. If you don’t know already, Savoice, you have two.”
“For what?” Everyone watched me become upset. Still, there is a valid reason. Being here on this doomed region of hallucinations and liars was enough to be weary of. Besides, if the place that I knew was my home was now being attacked to never exist to me, what is the point of going on with the perfection of it?
Oh, yes. What about that “Almasia Law”?
“We’re about to begin,” the brawny voice of Moderator Ed-Nonon stormed into my fury. “Now, that means no interruptions while he speaks and all that yada-yada.”
“Moderator,” the beautiful Elleai sat down at her respective table beside the bull, “Are we supposed to explain everything?”
“Look, there is no one else in here besides us. Let’s get on with it, Najarv’sye.”
I mumbled to myself, “That deserves a notice.” But, I was not the only hearer. Interpreter Myaari was quick to shush me. I slouched over in my seat.
Najarv’sye sat for a second, with his bare blue eyes looking at that brown canine that never spoke. Nothing in the room moved in reverence of the stale being. Moderator Ed-Nonon was leaning in his seat in leisure as Moderator Elleai made her eyes to Najarv’sye.
“There is much to be explained, fellow interpreters,” Najarv’sye said. “As the whispers of glory heaves despair, such is that weaves the thoughts of the hardened. That is what is being learned at the time of this experience of living in Dakahama beside the Laliphorus walls. There is not much of persistence when it regards position. Once it is there, it disappears once minded it seems.
“For many days I have been living in Ovilis, ten in Dakahama specifically. Life is some trying test of sanity, and it did not bring out the right results in me. However, over time with the numbing of conditions, it gave me more tenactiy against it. Nothing there would remain the same, so there was never a use to adapt to it.
“In Dakahama, the most of ‘spotaneous reality’ comes victim to all inhabitants there. Yesterday morning, my neighbor Talcon informed me that his wife woke up to a vine attatched to her back. I went to go see her, and Talcon told me that if the vine was harmed, so was she. So, I told him, ‘Accept what was set, and move on.’ It seemed more of an ineffective cynic approach to the ideal. Though, what could be done? Nothing.
“Some of the notes that I have gathered living in Ovilis was this one factor: perception. As what I would view a tree would be a stump to someone else. If I were to be informed of what I see there, then I would expect to see it when I make sight of it myself. Perception is as the wings of a hawk that lost its ability to fly. Since that it soars at heights unimaginable, it cannot catch itself when landing.
“Anyway, let me recall the very first day of being on Ovilis for the Uisas Agency. I moved to Dakahama fourty minutes into the morning as commanded with nothing but paper and a writing utensil. As the section of Ovilis was on the other side of where I resided in Pantoque, it was not a long travel. By Merison I went, which is the Ovilian creature with the sharp cyan beam for eyes and unseen legs. On the journey there, 'spontaneous reality' prevailed. On every corner, something changed within a blink and a word to fathom it. There was a young girl that strolled there, fairly young, that roamed with no innocence. She flashed around in search of the next reality brawler that could snatch her and her surroundings away. Out of her luck, she blinked with two eyes, and then opened with one left. The other disappeared. Immediately, she ran out of fear and eventually fainted. I did not assist her, for this is common in Ovilis to faint out of overwhelming. I continued with Merison to travel to Dakahama.
"There was another individual in particular that caught my eye. He was an elder, and walked uprightly despite this. Merison went over to him, as I did not hesitate to control him, and licked him heavily. I reprimanded the creature, but it continued to do so. The male was not angry for the saliva slipping all over his old flesh; he instead stroked the creature at the crown of his forehead. I asked him where he was from, and he told me that he was from Salwom. In return, he asked of me, but I did not answer. Up ahead, a large stone was rolling down the trail which we were walking and smashed a small shop.
"But, the old man believed that they deserved the 'punishment'--as he called it--because they were selling toxins to give to unwanted children there. I wanted to know why, for I had heard less of such philosophy. Most of the people in Ovilis gripe on how it is unfair to live in conditions of 'spontaneous reality', but at the same time they do not make the attempt to leave. This man believed that all of this was not spontaneous. He instead believed that it was based on moral devotion and return.
"After such comment, I made the time to stop and speak with him some more. He revealed to me that, although he was Salwomese, he was also one of the only study participants that volunteered to come to Ovilis. Salwom, in contrast to the Pertanese, hold ethics true."
When he said that, my attention was snapped back into reality. He was speaking for a while, and my patience was beginning to burn with haste of speaking. Moderator Elleai gazed at his eyes. Moderator Ed-Nonon was leaning back in his seat in leisure. Everyone else took notes while I listened.
He still continued. "...for not this was to be. A blink escaped my stinging eyes from avoiding it for nearly twenty minutes of speaking to the old male. Consequently, an arm was attatched to the top of his head, with him being a three-armed creature. He did panic, as the arm had weight to pull his head down further. However, this did not frighten me. I have seen more worse than this. I asked to assist him, but as fearful as he was, he ran off. What was his punishment, then? Was it judging others, or was it because he was just there and he was spontaneously chosen?
"It is never known of the mysteries of Ovilis and the reasons why she makes her choices. What does she deem as the righteousness of nature, and what does she pursue in her will of existing on Reyonis Platura? Perhaps the people ruin her dignity to glorify herself, or the minds of people control its fate? Whatever it is, the 'spontaneous reality' is real, as it appears non-realistic. Denying reality is denying salvation.
"The male ran away, stripped of his moral understanding to leave me with question. I continued with the Merison that led the way of the treacherous Dakahama. Once we arrived, there was a collective body of people standing and staring at the Laliphorus Walls."
He stood up from his chair, pulling his hair back. "All of the people deemed their eyes into question of their sights. Nothing remained stable there. Around them was the skies of fire raging down into falling creatures of Ornius and Sado origins. Some of the people gazing at the phenomenon flashed many hues at once, and some lamented with sweat endorsing their fright. The walls emitted its relentless gasses that pursued the living to snatch it to death. Those that stood too close to it breathed with exasperation to grasp hold of their souls as it forcefully departed. Some of the souls could be seen crying aloud, barging the air with its glistening tempers.
"I stopped the Merison as it shrilled its pain outwardly. The people there were loud and lamentous, with some cursing themselves of being the vessel destined to live in this strange environment. There was a child with a body as clear as glass, and moved subtly. Her voice was magnificent with the chordial masterpiece of musical arrangement. However, she would never stop. I listened closely to the child, and she was grieved, singing, 'Doomed of the Ovilis hand have I been sent, but still in elemental bliss. Never have such recurred to my thought that glass would one day mean much.' I walked up to her, but she still continued the words. She was doomed to sing forever.
"From there, I walked back over to the Merison to find a male escaping upon it. The male flipped his red hair and spit on me as I managed to touch his thigh. From there, he fled with the creature, and the Merison beamed its eyes into mine, causing temporary blindness. As it was excruciating, it was bearable. Allowing the male to run was best rather than to fight, because in Ovilis, any person under pressure is vunerable for any response.
"Instead, being in the 'distressed' Dakahama, the house that I was assigned to was nearby, so my feet made way there with stumble of vision. It is the smallest of houses, and the most isolated. However, there was a larger house planted beside it, with who I now know as Talcon sitting at the front basis of it. He greeted to me, and welcomed me inside his home. Obviously, he dived in riches and boasted often of them once there. He and his wife seemed perfect, with their two sons underlying in the background. I asked them various questions about the area, and then informed of my residence beside theirs. The younger child, Govab, did not seem to admire my presence, and departed the conversation quickly. The other, Rost, remained there and listened—eventually coming to ask questions about my classification. Nothing else could be referred to but an 'Ovilian Beast' of merit. He agreed with the answer, and showed me around the city of Dakahama according to the request of his father.
"Around Dakahama were the people gathered with outdoor markets of every sort--from clothes, food, and home supplies, to religious interventions, comfort areas of grief, and storytelling. This is what Rost called 'Vavasa Circle', for there is much water in the area of Dakahama. And there is. All over the rims of the city is the vavasa water being drunken by those dire of it. The two of us went to the water to drink, and it was indeed purified of its granted location. According to Rost, it is one of the most moist areas of Ovilis. We drank for a while, speaking to others that came up to us amid such.
"There was one male in particular that seemed older than me, yet retained his youthful look, which approached us. He was weeping heavily, and Rost the child came to his aid to ask the reason. To what the male explained, his mother's head was attatched to his wife's left hand. He said that he searched for the body of his mother, and it came out that her soul departed her hours ago, decomposing into the air as a floating dust whirlwind.
"The male continued to weep without reprecussions. As I had denied this reality many years, I failed to comfort the lad. Rost asked me what we could do for him, and I slurped the vavasa water sharply to cut off the conversation of the matter. Rost was more curious about my whereabouts, however, as I made to explain myself to him. Without merit I am, because reality has no merit anyh--."
"Do not mention denying reality," Moderator Ed-Nonon clicked his black fingernails on the table. "That's a dock, Najarv'sye."
Najarv'sye looked at the ground. "Correction. No merit pursues me, because merit fails to exist."
I frowned. What he was saying before did not quite match up with the other for me. But, if it were Moderator Ed-Nonon's choice to interrrupt him, then there would be nothing for me to do. Besides, he was already in contention with me.
Najarv'sye looked at Moderator Elleai. "May I finish?"
"Mn...yes," she glanced over at Moderator Ed-Nonon, and then back at Najarv'sye. "Please do."
"After walking with Rost for a while, we returned back to Talcon's residence. We had dinner together, even though there were blotches of paint of black appearing on the ceiling at the time. Govab did not eat with us, although ordered by his father to come. The gracious Emerita, Talcon's wife, gave beautiful presentation of her delightful cooking of vavasa water and herbs from the ground. I asked of them where they were from, and none of them answered.
"I happened to look up at the ceiling again, to find the black blotches to mold forward into dimension, creating little people from the top. They were dancing, while some of them were holding their necks and convulsing. The shadowy vision of the beings lured my eyes to stagnation, imagining myself rejoicing with them for all of the unfortunate circumstances that had warped Ovilis to her considerable level.
"The food below us fellows rose in gravitation of temperment, never reaching the top. It would remain at the sullen middle of feast, while the dancing dolls of black stretched out to it. All of the members of the eating circle with exception to me were astonished at the blurs of darkness that fogged the room from the leaping figures. From there, we were directed by Talcon to leave the room. Instead of eating, we went to Talcon's entrance hall of his bedroom, a house structure that did not seem right. Speaking was the best remedy. After exchanging formal introductions of one another, Talcon confirmed that the dining room was now available to use again, only with black blotches all over the food and floor.
"After that, I called it enough for stay. They are my neighbors, meaning I could go and visit either way. I walked to my residence in miss of the Merison and walked through the doorless arch. The very night, being in Dakahama, I hoped that there would not be an attack from the beautiful Ovilis for any means.
"What was the motive of Ovilis to expose the skilled shadows to the five of us living in Dakahama? Was it to perhaps expose the dark judgement of wealth? It is never known of Ovilis' mysteries, as said before, because she is complex."
"Complex?!" I sat up from my seat.
"Yes, complex."
"Savoice," Moderator Elleai closed her eyes. "Please..."
Najarv'sye shook his head. "I am finished. Questions--any here?"
"Yes!" I bashed the table instead of knocking. "Who are the 'complex' ones that you speak of?!"
"Calm down, you imbecile!" Moderator Ed-Nonon that bull pounded his table even louder.
"Moderator," Zyphera failed to finish.
"The 'complex' is of those destined for Ovilis because they never intended so." Najarv'sye said. "If the complex can see little, they mean much."
"You mean, if I can see little of reality, I mean more than what everyone else sees?"
"Hey, hey," that bull pounded again. "I'm about to dock you, Savoice."
"You wanna do this so that you eliminate me from this--!"
"Stop it, both of you," Zyphera amplified her soft voice to the point of murmur. "Savoice, your time to speak has been deducted."
"No, it hasn't."
"Shut up," the bull growled. "Or else, you'll be deducted."
The room fell very silent, with me clenching my teeth. Najarv'sye was picking up his glasses from the floor, fixing his scarf, and then sitting down. Moderator Elleai flashed her eyes at that bull and then at me. No one made a noise.
I glared into the red glaring eyes of Moderator Ed-Nonon as his eyes dilated. "You..."
"I believe we are done here," Najarv'sye pushed up his glasses as they reflected the light to white. "I am departing."
"Naw," the bull stood. "Are there any questions?"
"I go first!" I pounded my table.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Polly tapped me, "You are being strange and stuff, Savoice."
I sat down. "I have another question. What do you think are the triggers to the 'spontaneous reality'?"
"It is the mystery of Ovilis to explain, as she presses with her best effort to justify. It could be what the elder that mentioned moral justice. The people above us, the people in creation of this magnificent planet, gleams its reminder through peril."
"Earlier, you said, 'people may ruin Ovilis' dignity in glorifying herself'," Interpreter Kon'effin knocked on the table. "What do you mean by that?"
Najarv'sye stood up again. "Ovilis, from my own predictions, could be controlled by a group of people--the ancestors before us. In this way, we the people on this experimentative flat strip the glory of those that created us by our ways of ignorance for them."
Moderator Ed-Nonon cringed. "Najarv'sye..."
Najarv'sye said, "No matter to the rules here in this realm, because the people have made their decision to make a belief of their own and deceive more generations unimagined."
"But, what are we being deceived of?" Kon'effin said. "It's not like we hadn't been here for a while now."
"All of the people here hadn't been here awhile. There is just no way that mileniums these Platurians had dwelled the planet and established their own society."
Khovab pointed. "Oh, oh, he's an anti-Vavy! He should be punished!"
"Quiet down," Moderator Elleai notioned him, "We have been permitted to discuss against the Vavy principles by authorization of the Highers."
"Authorization?" I said. "Honestly, no one has permission to disobey it."
"Savoice," she said, "We have gotten permission by the Highers to speak with Najarv'sye and argue these things. If it comes out that the Vavy principles are the cause for the 'spontaneous reality', then the Highers may abolish it."
"A rule is a rule," Khovab said. "They are going to have all of you executives executed because of it."
"That is not true, you feathered brat," Moderator Ed-Nonon said. "Once we get permission, we are permitted to do whatever here. Besides, no Higher is courageous enough to come to Ovilis and do this."
I frowned.
"Let back us on topic," Salmah said. "I have a question myself, Najarv'sye. One at point, you said, 'Denied as I many years.' How did you deny reality, and you overcame it how?"
Najarv'sye nodded. "The denial of reality slips in so subtly that one does not realize that they are in the very position. When I was a young fellow, I saw enough of Ovilis living in just Pantoque. My mother's brain was smashed by a laser that shot at her and me. I was injured, but not dead. My father disappeared, never to return. Perhaps, he did appear in some other region, but there is enough doubt for that, because in two decades he never returned yet. So, the denial of reality began to settle in me--that perhaps what we live here is surreal, and not managable. From there, I researched the outer origins of the planet, and found much. This is real in such, but not believed of what is called real."
"So, are you saying that you denied it to where you neglected yourself in any way?" Interpreter Myaari said.
"To an extent. At the point of research, I did not eat my designated breakfast at the times appointed, causing starvation. Eventually, eating became a habit because of so. My health depleted because of travel that I made to the Laliphorus Walls, causing migraines and faintness in the head."
"I heard something you said earlier," Interpreter Satire flipped his grey hair. "Did you become--you know--numb to emotions?"
"'Numb to emotions?'" Najarv'sye thought about it. "It was not numbing; it was more of blind control of it. Because so much experience came to me, I became of 'automatic' control of what I should think at the moment. For a child observing me, it would be strange to them, because they do not understand why I do not sympathize with others and their pain. However, the longer one lives on Ovilis, the longer it takes for them to submit to expression."
"I have found something interesting that you said early on," Interpreter Myaari smiled. "What was the longest that you have ever made to without catching sight of 'spontaneous reality'?"
"There is no documentation of that. However, for a guess, the longest was nearly three days for me."
"Have you personally been harmed by the 'spontaneous reality'?" Lovopian said.
"Many, many times, fellow. Once, a bright light blinded me for four days, the glasses I have on now are not for seeing. They appeared in Emerita's room, and gave them to me to wear instead. These glasses helped with seeing the world through the glare."
Lovopian frowned. "Through the glare?"
"Yes. The glare is the reflect of the light that causes the surroundings to be altered to light. It looks different that way."
"Are you an anti-Vavy?" Khovab brushed his beak with his finger.
"I have no title for that matter. I am an anti-Vavy, because there is truth that must be kept. I am a Vavy, because I believe that no Higher should be defied."
I looked up at him and straightened from slouching. "You said, 'Denying reality is denying salvation.' To connect the two points that you brought up later in your 'expression', you mentioned that the black blotches on the ceiling were 'rejoicing' at the 'unfortunate circumstances' of Ovilis. Do you think that those people on the ceiling denied reality already?"
That is a rather good and deep question in comparison to everyone else. After all, my rule of thumb is to ask a good question and never pull away from it.
Najarv'sye squinted his eyes at me. "The black blotches lived considerable lives, holding their necks for the air that they believed was there. But, was it really there? It is not that they denied reality; they accepted a belief that was not true. Some may conclude that every event that takes place on Ovilis are not after true events. I fail to agree. Perhaps, these people have lost their merit in being a part of the planet, and at the same time, destroying it. They rejoiced out of belief that those circumstances would change eventually. They do not deny reality; they accept a new one."
"But," I stood up and pointed, "If you are accepting a new concept, aren't you rejecting the previous one?"
"Denial and rejection differ. Denial proposes that the concept never existed, and that it never had an impact on the relevant time. Rejection is accepting that the concept was real, but had to be chosen over another." For a while, the two of us stared at each other, and then Najarv'sye sat down.
"I asked a good question, didn't I?" Astonished than ever, most of the people watched me in awe.
"Are there any more questions?" Moderator Elleai had her eyes on Najarv'sye.
None of us asked for more. There was Interpreter Myaari taking more notes to never be done, Polly beside me twitching his eyes around the room, and that quiet one taking notes as well. Najarv'sye had his eyes on Lovopian, raising his chin at the slightest. Moderator Ed-Nonon was leaning in his seat along with Interpreter Satire.
"If that be all, then let us depart accordingly. No one speak to Najarv'sye, please." Moderator Zyphera notioned us to stand up and depart. "The next meet will be in two days, tomorrow being the 'Conclusion' day. For now, goodbye to all of you." From there, she stood beside Moderator Ed-Nonon and spoke to him.
Polly hit my arm. "That was a good question you asked, Savoice. I didn't even think of it that way."
"It wasn't that good," Lovopian said. "It sounded just like everyone else's questions."
"I don't think so," I said. "I think that you're saying that because Polly is right; I asked a great question."
"Well, like everyone else's, it didn't bring us anywhere close to a solution."
"I think it did," Interpreter Satire stood beside Polly. "I'm going to bring up tommorrow that this Ovilis stuff is happening because we are doing wrong in the sight of the creators of this planet."
"Hey, let me be honest," Polly was looking at the ceiling, "Savoice is rude, but he's shrewd."
The tiger laughed, "Hey, that's true, that's true, fellow."
"Shrewd? Hmph." Lovopian shrugged. "Let's just see how you do when we get the real answers." From there, he walked away.
"Lovopian, watch yourself," I smiled. Then, I looked over at Polly and Interpreter Satire. "Are there any other places where I can eat? I didn't eat breakfast this morning."
Interpreter Satire said, "Once you miss breakfast, you're done for." He leaned to my tall ears. "But, sometimes I sneak food into my room. I eat four times a day as a Salwomese, so I stock up for the rest of the day."
"You're not supposed to be doing that stuff," Polly said. "But, if they don't stop you, what can you do about it?"
I nodded. "I never thought about doing that. Moderator Hoberzt left the cafeteria once with his food. So, since I'm a Higher, I can do that, I'd guess."
"Or, you can come to my room," the tiger said. "I've got all kinds of meats and stuff waitin' in there. I actually have too much."
"Sure," I looked over to Polly. "Are you coming, too?"
"I guess so."
So, from there, the three of us went out of the Regimen up to Interpreter Satire's room. Once we got there, there was no one else in the hall but us.
"You know my room is beiside the Ovil, right?" Interpreter Satire opened his door.
"Really?" Polly searched. "Which door is it?"
"Okay, so if you look to the left of this door, that is where Finalizer Wasyu lives. Now, you see the stairs on the right? There is an attic door that leads to the room of the Ovil."
"Why would they put you beside two important people?" I said.
"I dunno," he growled a bit. "They probably did it because I'm the only Salwomese here."
"I'm the only Pertanese subordinate. Why did they put me beside two Interpreters?"
"Actually, most Ovilians believe that Salwomese people are destructive, so they have to be closely watched," Polly said. "So, Savoice, they trust you to do right and stuff. But, maybe they'll move you closer to the Ovil because of your issues with Moderator Jola."
Interpreter Satire finally walked inside the room. "That's just wrong."
I followed after him. "Wow, your room is very tidy."
"Thanks. I try to clean it at least once every three days since there's nothing better to do."
"What else are we supposed to be doing anyway? All I do is shower and lay on my bed."
Polly sat down on a nearby couch. "Technically, we're supposed to be discussing the 'expression' and stuff, but no one really does that. I know Myaari always sets up 'discussion meetings' that are different from the one like where we're going tommorrow."
"That's a waste of time," Interpreter Satire opened a closet that had cold air coming out of it. "Here's some Asachalan meat."
"Oh, yes," I walked up to it. "Where are the forks?"
"Uh, I don't eat with forks. That's just too fancy."
Polly laughed. "That's just too messy, fellow." From there, he cut himself a share of meat and did not eat with his hands.
I sat down, picking up my meat. "How long have you had this?"
"Eh, about a day or two," Interpreter Satire said. "I love Asachalan meat because it's savory and delicious. Plus, it lasts a while."
"Hey, Pulin," Polly chewed, "Let him try the Merison meat."
"Oh yeah," he walked to the closet again. "You're going to love this Savoice. That is if you love to eat sour meats."
"Don't mind if I do," hungry words got the best of me. But, I had never tried such sour meat in my life. "This, fellow, is the sourest meat. It's pretty good. But, I really like eating the meat that makes your mouth burn."
"Hot meat?" Polly swallowed.
"No, no. I mean the spicy meat."
"Me too, fellow," Pulin chewed. "But, the sour the meat, the more healthier it is."
"That's true."
After such discussion, the three of us were conversing for a long time about our wellfare of being here on Ovilis and such, and why it was a benefit. Polly was born in Ovilis, but his parents moved to Salwom because of their intolerance for Ovilis. He was the only child amongst his parents, but suffered much. His mother committed suicide, and his father abandoned him for this reason. So, instead, he had to move back to the Ovilis region to gain tenacity against it.
As for Pulin, he said that being a part of the Salwom region had him to gain his skills in hunting. He did not have much of an unfortunate story like Polly, but he did hate his upbringing. His parents were wealthy, and asked of him much to care for himself. He did not receive the feedback from his parents as he needed, and thus he disobeyed them for the simplest of requests. So, they threw him out, sending him here to Ovilis.
And then it was my turn. I began with the ordeal of me being a Higher and such—becoming a prominent icon for the opposing body. Boasting was no chore, but giving the truth was. Rejection to the "Almasia Law" did not work, so I had to adhere it instead. I was the only Pertanese sent here to Ovilis.
Besides the confession session, the three of us moved on to the topic of Najarv'sye and how we thought about him. We talked about the Merison he mentioned, and then plumped right back on the subject of meat again. Before we knew it, it was very late, and I fell asleep in Pulin's room.
"Savoice," the blurriness of Polly's voice crept into my sleep, "It's two-hundred and eighty-five minutes into evening. You really should go to bed."
But, I didn't feel like waking back up. I turned from him and drifted back to sleep.Category:Sub-pages