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     Olme Tlaloco |
xihuitl: 10 Acatl trecena: 1 cuauhtli tonalli: 5 Quiahuitl These are 13 days when gambling on happiness,both your own and others', pays off. These are good days for taking risks; bad days for playing it safe. The way he'd explained it to Zunite, it seemed like his choice. She'd never know the truth, nor would Paya- Paki, His little Piltzintli. He was born Paki, and Olme had taken to calling him Paya, ever since he'd first laid eyes on him. They changed him before he got to see his son as the boy was born to K. They had seen the future, they'd anticipated s'buuth's request, and they'd understood Olme's desperate need for peace. So, they had granted him his wish- They'd altered his own son into a hybrid pfhor/human. Olme couldn't help wondering if those Pfhor influences were responsible for Zunite's odd request. She was so gentle with him, and by the gods, he felt like Paki would need her guidance too accomplish his life's purpose some day. He already had a formidable power to bend people to his will, and the look in his big, dark eyes was strange. If Zunite were Jedi, she may be able to help him focus.. Olme laughed. Zunite focus? What in all the universe became of K? {what does Tatzi tell you about your Nantli, little one? I miss her so- If it is my destiny to be abandoned time and time again, where will you end up, My Pilzintli?} Olme carried his son towards the chapel. One thing was resolved. This child would be a priest, like his father, and live in the old ways. It was time for a ceremony, that no one on the ship would have the stomach for, and if Zunite saw it, she'd really think the old Chief was loco. |