When the Wind Calls (Chanmyr Chronicles Companion Story Book 1) by TJ Muir

Author:TJ Muir [Muir, TJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2016-06-25T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

The week mostly flew by. Kijah showed Zria around the city, following the canals around the outskirts, watching the canal boats, and the colourful Beddo floating by on their way up and down river. They hiked out into the bamboo groves, and Zria showed her how to make a bamboo flute- which he played for her, teaching her a few easy Faenyr tunes. When they were done, he gifted it to her, and she blushed, accepting it graciously, and hugging him.

One afternoon, tired and sweaty, they stopped in a shady area on a bridge.

“What will you do? Or Be?” she asked him. The two of them sat on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the slowly flowing river beneath them. Baby ducks meandered around Mama, down below.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a bit confused.

“What kind of job? How will you earn a living?”

“Oh,” he laughed. “A Chanmyr question,” the tone in his voice, showed that he thought it was a quaint inquiry, a child’s question.

“Why is it funny?” she asked, pouting, wondering if she had asked a foolish question.

“It is different. You, the Chanmyr, you do things, to have money, coins,” he said the words as though they were foreign to him. “And you take those coins, and purchase things.” He paused, tossing some bread down to the ducks below. “Do you see the ducks? Does one ask a duck, what it does for a living?” he asked. “The duck doesn’t do things for a living. The duck, lives. Do you understand?” He looked at her, deeply, searching for something, some hint of recognition.

Her heart was pounding, but she looked back at him, not comprehending. “What if you want a house?” she asked, “or something big?”

“Building a house, a place to stay, is not a difficult thing to do,” he assured her, trying to explain.

“But how would you build a big house all by yourself?”

The two seemed at an impasse of comprehension and confusion.

“Why would one build a big house? Why would one want a big house?” he asked, culturally confused. He genuinely wished for an answer to that question. “Honestly, can you explain this? This thing, has never made sense, bigness and grandness.”

“Oh, well, that’s easy. The richer you are, I mean, the more coins and wealth you have, the bigger the house or boat you can afford to buy, the nice horse or wagon or clothes. So when someone sees a big house, or fine horse, they think, they know, the person who has them must be important. Powerful.”

Zria blinked several times, processing this information. He was realizing how sheltered he had been, from understanding the people that shared this land. Even between Treyu and Treyene, which shared a closeness, it was clear that there were gaps in understanding.

“But there is no Power in a big house. You have shown me many of these big houses. And yet nothing of Power lies within them.”

Kijah didn’t know how to explain it. She chewed on her lip, trying to find some way for it to make sense to her new friend.

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