You stand far back enough to feel respectful, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re intruding. You feel a tug on your sleeve and look down, two eyes and a pockmarked face stare up at you from knee height. The child points to a smaller fire where the children gather around the Elegist.
        She’s garbed in robes of red and brown, a veil of bone beads hide her face. On her lap sits a thick book, in her satchel rest more. You take a seat on the grass. The Elegist begins to speak, first in Seraith then again in Common just for you…