You're the mother of two children, but now one of them is dead and the other is missing. He's the foreground of the painting that is your life together. Jija's a Tirimo man born and bred, a stoneknapper of the Resistant use-caste everyone knows and likes him, so they like you peripherally. The baker doesn't because you're quiet, and because like everyone else in town he just thinks of you as Jija's wife. The butcher probably knows your name because she likes to flirt with you. You're neither the best teacher nor the worst the children forget you when they move on, but they learn. Since you were obviously well educated, you became a teacher at the local creche for children aged ten to thirteen. You came to Tirimo from elsewhere the townsfolk don't really care where or why. Only three people here know what you are, and two of them you gave birth to.įor the past ten years you've lived as ordinary a life as possible. You're an orogene who's been living in the little nothing town of Tirimo for ten years.
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