Silent in her rapt attention, the young woman had leaned forward upon her good knee in order to gain a closer perspective upon the work being done. She had certainly passed things being butchered; how could she have not while living on the poorer streets of Haulani? Yet those had all been at a distance and may as well have been illustrations upon a scroll. The experience of it close up was as illuminating as it was nauseating. Tendons pulled and then snapped like taut harp chords over and over made her think about what lay beneath her own skin- and the thin layer that connected it to her muscles beneath.
There was a metallic smell hanging in the air as blood was drained and the pieces of the carcass sorted to where they ought to be and oddly Zamara no longer felt sickened. It was as though Chaele’s words and methodical, practiced actions rendered the situation into more a protocol than mutilation and soon even the smell became something she was just used to.
“This is where you chose, then? To make your home? Have you lived here long? Have you ever been beyond these lands?” As the barrage of questions finally finishes spilling forth from her, she reddens with embarrassment.
There was a metallic smell hanging in the air as blood was drained and the pieces of the carcass sorted to where they ought to be and oddly Zamara no longer felt sickened. It was as though Chaele’s words and methodical, practiced actions rendered the situation into more a protocol than mutilation and soon even the smell became something she was just used to.
“This is where you chose, then? To make your home? Have you lived here long? Have you ever been beyond these lands?” As the barrage of questions finally finishes spilling forth from her, she reddens with embarrassment.
Zamara
