My silence at Chalqo's question has been too long, but I'm at a genuine loss for words. I shouldn't be surprised by his presence in Qapauma for Chasqa Quimi, the festival celebrating the celestial event, Wataq Sami, since he is known to commemorate every occasion in Pachil. Yet seeing him and Qane standing before me among the busy street is unexpected nonetheless.
"So, what brings you to Qapauma?" Chalqo repeats his question, staring at me with a wooden grin fixed to his face as he patiently awaits my response. I can't determine whether I've masked my shock or not, particularly with his performative smile. His light blue tunic would've stood out most days in the capital city, but with preparations being made for the upcoming festival, he blends in with all the other villagers and the decorations. I glance at Qane, who looks at me with mild nervousness—and maybe a little guilt—in his eyes.
"Like many, I'm here because I'm drawn by the celestial spectacle of Wataq Sami," I finally respond, hoping my voice carries the right combination of casual interest and dismissiveness. "It's a momentous occasion, one that unites all corners of Pachil in wonder and celebration." My eyes drift towards the bustling crowd to reinforce my stated reason for being here. However, it's difficult for me to believe what I'm saying.
Chalqo's grin doesn't waver, but there's a slight tilt of his head, as though he's prompting for more explanation. "And Qapauma is a city rich with history and culture," I add, waving my splayed hand about the air as I steer the conversation towards safer waters. "I believed it to be an opportunity to learn, which was too valuable to miss."
"Is that why you decided to depart Qelantu Loh in such haste?" he asks, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "After all, I'd have thought it obvious that I, along with my band of merry musicians, would be performing for the festival in the capital city."
The question—and the astuteness in his perception—catches me slightly off guard, but I attempt to disguise my surprise with a measured smile. Choosing my words carefully, I confess, "My departure from Qelantu Loh was motivated by more than just the desire for cultural enrichment and celebration of Chasqa Quimi, of course! The celestial event is a rare occurrence, one that draws scholars and artists alike. It seemed opportune to come and learn, to be part of something larger than any one faction."
"The city's legacy, its contributions to our shared histories—it's a wellspring of knowledge and inspiration," I continue, weaving my narrative with care and hoping my tone is steady, betraying none of the turmoil within. I pause, noting Chalqo's attentiveness to my every word. "Indeed, my hope was to cross paths with those who appreciate such values. So, I must praise the Eleven for having me cross paths with you, Chalqo, who is known for your... let's say, harmonious contributions to our cultural gatherings."
His smile falters for a moment, replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Harmonious contributions," he echoes. "An interesting choice of words, given the discord that seems to follow the politics of our day. After all, you of all people should know, given the circumstances which resulted in your desperate flight from this city 'rich with history and culture', as you put it."
Chalqo briefly glances away before returning his attention to me. His expression is as though he's disappointed. In me? In the circumstances? There's a feeling within me as if someone or something is speaking to me, indicating Chalqo is losing trust in me. Perhaps it's my own self-doubt telling me this. Yet despite only knowing Chalqo briefly, I'm equally disappointed in myself for my dishonesty.
With a cold expression now fixed to his face, Chalqo slowly steps in closer to me as Qane looks on with concern, saying, "Allow me to attempt the question again. What brings you to Qapauma, Lady Haesan?" He watches me with great interest, his gaze never leaving mine.
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Revolutions
FantasyAt long last, the oppressive rule of the titans has ended. We are finally free, thanks to the sacrifice of The Eleven, who unified a fractured land and used their supernatural powers to defeat the Timuaq. There are many like myself who have only kno...