Hunting? Hunting what, exactly? A simple nod signaled his agreement. Mal stared blankly at Adelia. "I didn't just forget all at once... I was... occupied with... other things." He thought a moment about how he strove to live in the wild. Now that "Vidar" thought about it, how did he get so absorbed in such a simple thing? He was just... surviving. Nothing else. Of course, it took a lot to survive and thrive in the dense jungles and dark forests, but so much so that he would forget who he was? The nuit didn't quite remember how it went down, only that he ended up living in the woods as a recluse bent on ensuring his own existence continued. Once again he snapped back to reality as the Konti went on with her monologue. Her face appeared somber. Is that... sadness? Mal found himself confused. Did she personally care about his past? Wasn't this simply an order from the ruler of Kalinor? It seemed not. Mal tilted his head as she displayed... a mark. Blue like the sea, and shaped like a flower in the wilds. For some reason there was something ominous to it. Mysterious. Knowledgeable. Kind. It was unmistakably a gnosis mark, the first had ever seen. Can I steal it? "What is a chavi?" he asked. Specific questions? I have plenty! "Where was I born? Who were my parents? What was my Web? What was my occupation? Was I good at it? Who was my closest friend? Who was my most hated enemy? "Mal paused a moment. "What was my name?" |