Snippet Time!

[owlmoose]

You know the drill! Post a comment with a snippet of your story. A sentence, a paragraph, a bit of dialogue, whatever you're most proud of producing in the last few days.

Sharing starts: now! :D

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[rosehiptea]

The baby finished nursing, and Jihan began singing a song to her son in a language Rikku didn't know. She thought to herself that it must be the Ronso tongue. She had heard a bit of it when they had visited the Ronso homeland on Yuna's pilgrimage. The song's tune was simple, the tone rising and falling gently.

"What does it mean?" she asked curiously when Jihan finished.

"In the snow we hide in comfort, in the snow we live with pride, sleep in safety, child, and be blessed." Jihan looked up. "It used to say 'Yevon blessed,' but now, after everything, most people don't sing it that way."

"It's still beautiful," said Rikku. "Though as an Al Bhed it's hard for me to see snow as comforting the way you do. When I visited Mt. Gagazet I was so cold!"

[owlmoose]

I especially like the bit about the language changing as people learn the truth about Yevon! It's always really interesting to me to think about how Yevon is worked into the fabric of Spira in ways large and small, and what the fallout of the truth would be.

[rosehiptea]

Thank you! I can't imagine what that would be like -- not one person or even a small group losing their own internal faith but entire cultures getting proof that what they believed was entirely wrong.

It's more the background of my story than the foreground, but it definitely intrigues me too.