Season Day, 515 AV
Although his accent as rough, not helped by his human tongue, Sezkero understood most of what he spoke. Magic, was not welcome in Alvadas. She hadn't learned this during her last visit to the city of illusions, since she hadn't had any magic other than reimancy in her, which she refused to use anyway. Was magic forbidden? Or had it simple changed in the past twenty years? "Speak of it, not." She promised, running a finger in an X pattern over her heart. She hadn't quite realized the extent of how much she lost her mother's language, but it was apparent when she spoke. "But, I do question. Talk later on it?" She asked, watching as a woman gave them a weird look. It wasn't much for her to speak as she had tentacles for hair, but it was clear the hush hush conversation in a foreign language wasn't going unnoticed. I magic truly was as dangerous as Reysin was saying, perhaps she would not win today. Preservation was one of her highest values in life, after all.
"I'm the coussin of your coussin who comesss from the ssseasss." She changed the subject, returning to common since the street was so busy. They turned another corner which was looking more familiar as dawn settled in. It could barely be the thirteenth bell, but they had already managed to go from four in the afternoon all the way to dawn, as if they were walking backwards in time. "We are the children of Sssiku and Laviku, but, I think, after the Valterrian we were banisshhed to land. I can't remember preccissely what my mother sssaid, but we had to 're-learn' how to go back to the sssea. Most Iyvesssss did, but my ancestors fell in love with the riversss, and with Makutssi.
"We don't have nesstsss, we don't have much of a culture actually. We are hunted by those who don't know usss, as you musst know, being a Dhani yoursself. I've met only one other River Iyvesssss, asside from my brotherssss and mother, in over a hundred years." She suddenly realized she had talked non-stop, taking on the storytelling tone that her mother had when she learned the history of her people. But the snake couldn't help the slightly sour notes that laced certain parts of the Iyvess past. It was simple, her race was nearly extinct. They had gotten the short sticks from the beginning, wasn't she allowed to be sour? And yet when she spoke it to another snake, it was more of a relief than a stress.
Sezkero laughed, as she took a tick to realize how absurd this all seemed to him. A race he had never heard of? One that was supposedly his kin? She would be a little freaked out too. Or perhaps he believed her and took it well. It was Alvadas after all, anything is possible. And so is, perhaps, discovering a new race. "Do you believe me?" She asked finally, slowing her steps as Madame Kemac's shop came into view.
