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browngirlWhoosh! And I'll be busy tonight: I'm on Chapter 10!
For you all my friends: The [second draft of] the Foundation Myth of my fictional city.
"Long ago," said Silthri in her most mysterious voice, as her daughters' eyes shone, "long ago, before there was a City here, there was a village, a small village whose people had been given grain by the Mother, and who lived among lumps and spalls of obsidian, and knew the black shining rocks could be useful, but did not know what to do with it or how to make it useful. One bright summer day, the most beautiful maiden of the village was out gathering flowers among the tall grasses, when she parted a clump and found herself facing a young man, kneeling before her, a rainbow arcing through his shining black hair. He smiled at her with shining teeth, and told her that he had journeyed far, very far, across mountains and rivers, deserts and the sea, seeking the place where he belonged, and that when he had seen her he knew that he had reached the place where he belonged and found the maiden he was to marry. She reached out a hand to the rainbow in his hair, and it quivered and shone and rose up to arc across the sky; she reached out a hand to take his hand, and when her hand rested in his she knew the truth of his words and she loved him, and he drew her down into the green summer grass to lie with him. When she brought him home that evening, he showed her people how to knap the obsidian into knives, and he married her; they had many children, who married people who knew how to weave, how to farm, how to hunt, how to tend tame animals, all the different sorts of work we do in this City. They named their growing town Lillun, Dawn City, because the young man had walked towards the dawn to find them, and that was the way Lillun came to be."
For you all my friends: The [second draft of] the Foundation Myth of my fictional city.
"Long ago," said Silthri in her most mysterious voice, as her daughters' eyes shone, "long ago, before there was a City here, there was a village, a small village whose people had been given grain by the Mother, and who lived among lumps and spalls of obsidian, and knew the black shining rocks could be useful, but did not know what to do with it or how to make it useful. One bright summer day, the most beautiful maiden of the village was out gathering flowers among the tall grasses, when she parted a clump and found herself facing a young man, kneeling before her, a rainbow arcing through his shining black hair. He smiled at her with shining teeth, and told her that he had journeyed far, very far, across mountains and rivers, deserts and the sea, seeking the place where he belonged, and that when he had seen her he knew that he had reached the place where he belonged and found the maiden he was to marry. She reached out a hand to the rainbow in his hair, and it quivered and shone and rose up to arc across the sky; she reached out a hand to take his hand, and when her hand rested in his she knew the truth of his words and she loved him, and he drew her down into the green summer grass to lie with him. When she brought him home that evening, he showed her people how to knap the obsidian into knives, and he married her; they had many children, who married people who knew how to weave, how to farm, how to hunt, how to tend tame animals, all the different sorts of work we do in this City. They named their growing town Lillun, Dawn City, because the young man had walked towards the dawn to find them, and that was the way Lillun came to be."
