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Moevyng 18th
- My feet ache so much from matching in this cold. When I took off my boots, I had blisters.
The female soldier from before has continued to watch over me. She devotes herself to my care, throwing herself into finding solutions and fixing my problems, like she did with my blistered feet, which she, upon seeing, took extra wrappings from her bag. Without saying anything, she wound the wrappings around my feet for an extra layer of protection.
When my coughing became painful, she gave me her woven cowl to help warm to air before I breathe it in.
Azzanadra has told her several times directly that she is to ignore my presence and get back into line. She obeys him for about a quarter of the day before she starts gravitating towards me once more.
I asked her today why she was doing this, why she would focus so much on my care over taking care of herself. I wanted to know about her.
Her name is Yemani, and she hails from Kanaset.
Having identified herself as an enthusiastic supporter of the royal family, she set about telling me of how she knows exactly who I am and that she is here to serve. The only reason pushed so hard to join the unit is on account my presence. Then she hugged me, whispering ancient prayers as her strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.
She offers me a part of her every meal, which I always decline politely. I do not want to steal her food, especially not when I have rations of my own.
It is clear that one of her parents was full Loarnik, but the other was not. I would call her of average beauty, but her bright green eyes are striking.
She has five sisters and two brothers back home in Kanaset. Her brothers own their own trading company of average success, while her sisters all work a cloth business together, spinning and weaving wool for the uniform of soldiers. Only Yemani came to Senntisten, alone but for a pet rat snake, which she donated to a temple before joining the military. Both of her parent used to be soldiers for Kanaset, as did her grandparents. Her mother was particularly proud when Yemani decided to join the military, and Yemani showed me the letter her mother wrote.
We ate our dinner in the tent, bracing against the wind as we spoke together.
Azzanadra is angry, but seems willing it allow this connection to exist for a least a little longer.
I neither want nor need a personal servant, but Yemani seems determined to fill the role.
- My feet ache so much from matching in this cold. When I took off my boots, I had blisters.
The female soldier from before has continued to watch over me. She devotes herself to my care, throwing herself into finding solutions and fixing my problems, like she did with my blistered feet, which she, upon seeing, took extra wrappings from her bag. Without saying anything, she wound the wrappings around my feet for an extra layer of protection.
When my coughing became painful, she gave me her woven cowl to help warm to air before I breathe it in.
Azzanadra has told her several times directly that she is to ignore my presence and get back into line. She obeys him for about a quarter of the day before she starts gravitating towards me once more.
I asked her today why she was doing this, why she would focus so much on my care over taking care of herself. I wanted to know about her.
Her name is Yemani, and she hails from Kanaset.
Having identified herself as an enthusiastic supporter of the royal family, she set about telling me of how she knows exactly who I am and that she is here to serve. The only reason pushed so hard to join the unit is on account my presence. Then she hugged me, whispering ancient prayers as her strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.
She offers me a part of her every meal, which I always decline politely. I do not want to steal her food, especially not when I have rations of my own.
It is clear that one of her parents was full Loarnik, but the other was not. I would call her of average beauty, but her bright green eyes are striking.
She has five sisters and two brothers back home in Kanaset. Her brothers own their own trading company of average success, while her sisters all work a cloth business together, spinning and weaving wool for the uniform of soldiers. Only Yemani came to Senntisten, alone but for a pet rat snake, which she donated to a temple before joining the military. Both of her parent used to be soldiers for Kanaset, as did her grandparents. Her mother was particularly proud when Yemani decided to join the military, and Yemani showed me the letter her mother wrote.
We ate our dinner in the tent, bracing against the wind as we spoke together.
Azzanadra is angry, but seems willing it allow this connection to exist for a least a little longer.
I neither want nor need a personal servant, but Yemani seems determined to fill the role.
Proper Pronunciation
'Yemani' - 'Yee-maw-nigh'
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:>-NOTE-<: The lorefails. There WILL be lorefails in this series. Please remember that this is a fanfiction and touches on many subjects either very loosely mentioned or not mentioned at all in the game. Assumptions will be made.
'Yemani' - 'Yee-maw-nigh'
Journal seal by Alliedforce.
:>-NOTE-<: The lorefails. There WILL be lorefails in this series. Please remember that this is a fanfiction and touches on many subjects either very loosely mentioned or not mentioned at all in the game. Assumptions will be made.
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Interesting. I like the short journal forms of your fics examining time in the Zarosian empire with your more caught in the middle protagonist narrating the action. Keep up the good work!