Logs:Secret Keeper
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| RL Date: 5 June, 2011 |
| Who: Devaki |
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| What: Devaki and his grandfather Viremi speak of secrets in the wake of recent events. |
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| It was late. Or early, depending on your point of view. Most of the island residents had huddled for safety in the caves with the children. Some had been bold (or, others said, stupid) and had obstinately stayed where they were. The council had met in their hut in the settlement, as always. They were not ones to break tradition, not now. It was beginning to get chilly, and Devaki was starting to doubt the wisdom of waiting for his grandfather. Bed was sounding a lot better by the minute. Just as he thought he'd give up, some of the elders began to drift out of the hut. Devaki rose, gripping the spear in his hand. This earned frowns from some, and approving nods from others, as they made their way slowly up to the caves to join the rest of the islanders. Devaki lingered, and finally, Viremi emerged. He leant heavily on his stick, looking exhausted, and beckoned to his grandson. He, too, frowned briefly at the spear, before a resigned look settled across his features. "Did you bring them?" At Devaki's nod, Viremi held out a gnarled, shaking hand for the cloth wrapped bundle. He opened it, and examined the tightly rolled hides within, sighing with an edge of relief. Folding the cloth back over, he handed it back to Devaki. Viremi smiled at the boy's surprise. "Better strong hands and fast legs guarded these, than mine." He waved away the boy's protest, feeling a surge of pride for his son's son. "You must keep this secret, still. Now, more than ever. If people knew..." he sighed and ran a hand across his eyes. "I promise, grandfather," Devaki said solemnly, tucking the folded cloth back into the waistband of his shorts. Viremi touched Devaki's shoulder, though he admitted silently to himself he needed to lean on the boy more than he would've liked. "This is our legacy, the legacy of all of us exiles. This is what you, and Jaques, and Tomaeran will use against them. We will have what is owed to us." "Surely the council--" "We are old, and tired. And we are-- divided." Viremi felt exhausted just saying it. "Some want to stay, some want to go. I suspect it will be the same, for the rest of our people." "But you're coming, aren't you, grandfather?" Viremi hesitated. He'd thought to stay here, with his people, but the boy's look was so forlorn. It reminded him of his son. And that decided him. "I will come with you. Now, I'd best get some sleep. Lend me a shoulder, Devaki." Devaki promptly stepped to his grandfather's side, assisting him up the hill towards the caves, his fingers still clutched tightly around the spear. Just in case. Inside, Viremi lent to murmur parting words to the boy, before he sought an empty space to sleep in. |
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