"I didn't want to be 'chosen for greatness,'" Arialla said, anger in her voice -- not so much at Osozo themself as at the Voice. "I had a home. I had a life. And now I'm what? A vagrant in a strange land? Why should I thank the Voice any more than I would an ordinary kidnapper?"
She paused, trying to calm herself and find an argument that Osozo might understand. "Do you have a family? Outside of the Voice?"
Another pause; the compliment threw Arialla off-balance. There was still bitterness in her voice even as she said, "Thank you. Osozo ... it suits you."
She meant it, and not as an insult. Something in the sibilant sounds seemed to describe their namesake's strangeness, their unique appearance and manner. It was a good name for them.
She paused, trying to calm herself and find an argument that Osozo might understand. "Do you have a family? Outside of the Voice?"
Another pause; the compliment threw Arialla off-balance. There was still bitterness in her voice even as she said, "Thank you. Osozo ... it suits you."
She meant it, and not as an insult. Something in the sibilant sounds seemed to describe their namesake's strangeness, their unique appearance and manner. It was a good name for them.
