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The children of the Khalif had learned very early on that those people who were chosen belonged either to the light, or the dark. White fur was pure and holy, and black the opposite—sick and wicked, and the guidance of a much more wicked lord-god. Tak’s name was not known in these parts, and by all rights, did not belong here. Only his family was entitled to that knowledge, and they had lost their way. Education was necessary in order for them to grow, to survive, and to know that they were truly not part of this world. Larkspur had been given a task, and he was also charged and challenged to blend in here. Haku’s question, following that barriacades removal, only served to remind him that he was failing in this task.
Turning his head to eye the dyed fur (which was growing out much more quickly then he liked), Larkspur considered how to explain such holy devices to an outsider. “It is part of my task,” he offered, then turning his face back, found the darkness familiar in his companion’s eyes and explained further. “When Ah finish it, m'fur will turn white. Dis was an attempt ta further t'process.” Even now, though, he was aging. His muzzle was turning white, something he could not see yet.
The children of the Khalif had learned very early on that those people who were chosen belonged either to the light, or the dark. White fur was pure and holy, and black the opposite—sick and wicked, and the guidance of a much more wicked lord-god. Tak’s name was not known in these parts, and by all rights, did not belong here. Only his family was entitled to that knowledge, and they had lost their way. Education was necessary in order for them to grow, to survive, and to know that they were truly not part of this world. Larkspur had been given a task, and he was also charged and challenged to blend in here. Haku’s question, following that barriacades removal, only served to remind him that he was failing in this task.
Turning his head to eye the dyed fur (which was growing out much more quickly then he liked), Larkspur considered how to explain such holy devices to an outsider. “It is part of my task,” he offered, then turning his face back, found the darkness familiar in his companion’s eyes and explained further. “When Ah finish it, m'fur will turn white. Dis was an attempt ta further t'process.” Even now, though, he was aging. His muzzle was turning white, something he could not see yet.
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