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“Seki, you aren’t listening!”
Seki blinked and started to get angry as the cards her brother, Oric, threw at her face floated slowly down to the table and ground. Belatedly, she realized that he had been talking to her the whole time and she had not heard a word. His accusing brown eyes, just a shade darker than his mothers, peeked out from a fringe of dark brown curls that would soon meet his brow line. He needed a haircut soon, she mused. Her anger subsided and she studied his pale face. He looked serious, like his father in that respect.
“I’m sorry, Oric. It’s been a bit of an odd day.” After Seki departed the Elders house, she did as he bid her, and told everyone along the way that there would be a town meeting just before sunset. Word spread like wildfire, and soon everyone clamored and speculated on what the meeting was about. When asked, Seki merely shrugged and shook her head. After that she spent the rest of the day home, which was located near the southern outskirts of town, playing cards with her younger brother Oric, while her father Clos worked in his shop on the jewelry that he was often commissioned to make for the wives of some of the wealthier merchants in town.
“What were we talking about?” She smiled, hoping it would smooth things over. His face lit up.
“I was talking about who my Chosen would be. I’ll be seventeen in a few months, and I want to be an artist like dad. I’m hoping Musaya Goddess of Inspiration chooses to come before me!” With emphasis on the first word he excitedly speculated about who his Chosen would be, his chocolate eyes agleam with passion.
Seki smiled and nodded knowingly. They had always been close and had a very good relationship. Of course like all siblings they had fights, though for the most part, since she was almost never home, they were civil and even friendly to each other.
“I remember what it was like to wait for my chosen. You’ll know soon enough, I’m sure. Now settle down.” She commented, and Oric’s face fell, his boyish features becoming somber.
“I’m sorry sis, I keep forgetting.” He murmured. Seki dismissed it with a wave of her hand.
“It’s alright, it’s not the end of the world. Things will work themselves out. Let’s go, it’s almost time for the meeting” She gave him an encouraging smile. She only wished that she believed in her words. She rose from the table that sat in the small, herb decorated kitchen, and placed Oric’s lunch dishes in the water-filled sink to be washed later.
Her mother loved to cook, so leaving the kitchen required some dodging in order to not knock everything off her herb-drying racks, but Seki usually managed it with ease. Her brother, however, stood and immediately knocked his head on the corner of a rack. His face made a strange expression, as if on the border of pain and laughter, but he finally chose one, wincing and clutching the abused area.
“Ouch! Drat your herbs, mom!” He exclaimed as Seki giggled at his clumsiness, as well as his inability to come up with a better curse. He was always such a good boy. She stood next to him, and reached up to ruffle his hair. He was getting much taller than she was, and she was a little sad for it.
“She loves you Oric! Think of it as a love tap.” She told him before dodging his half-hearted swipe and dancing out the door that lead to her father’s shop. It was a small stone shack with a thatched roof, and decrepit old door. Her father had been talking about fixing the door for a while, but hasn’t made any move to do so. Secretly, she thought that he was fond of it, and didn’t want to replace it.
“Father, me and Seki are going to go and look around the shops before the meeting.” Oric’s deep voice reached his father’s ears, and the small taps and sounds of metal ceased.